Chapter 674 (1/2)

“Good sword!” Seeing the effect of the sword the burly Sacred Warrior made in just one cut, the enlisted mage could not help but compliment. The crowd also followed suit in singing praises.

They could clearly see for themselves, right before the glaive hewed down at that rock, there was a faint flash of light at the tip of the blade; then the blade drove directly into the rock. This was not the embodiment of something that was simply hard and sharp, nor was it the appearance of a blade that had absorbed some fighting spirit to take on such sharpness. It was more like the power of a fighting spirit that had been magnified.

For a master who was neither too strong nor too weak like this Sacred Warrior, such a sword would suit him best. Usually, it would not be conspicuous, but when it was truly put to use, it would be extremely powerful. It was simply perfect.

Of course, it was extremely difficult wanting to get ahold of such a sword. This sword could effectively boost one’s fighting spirit, and yet, usually, it would not appear to be particularly sharp. Special materials were required to make it, but even more important was the need for a fairly high-skilled technique. Generally speaking, only the favored descendants of the legendary masters could own such weapons.

There was a very common term for a weapon like this, and it was called a “family heirloom.” This meant that it could be passed on from father to son, then son to grandson. It would not easily be a temptation for thieves, and at the most important moments, it could come to great use.

And this Sacred Warrior had already made up his mind. If his own child strived hard enough and did not disappoint, he would pass this sword to him in the future. If his child was a letdown, then this sword would be passed down to the rising star of the next generation of Sacred Warriors in the church. No matter what, he would never let dust collect on this sword, or perhaps he could bring it underground with him when his end was to come.

Such a fine sword like this should take its rightful place in the battlefield where it could shine!

He smiled then pulled out the sword that was embedded within the rock. After wiping it carefully, he pulled out the sword that he had been using from the sheath slung across his back and put this sword in.

“What a pity, this original sword of mine,” he said with some regret. “It took years of savings to forge this. The blade of this sword is mixed with traces of Mithril which not only makes it tougher, but also allows it to be used as a shield to block out spells…”

The enlisted mage took a look, smiled and then said, “There’s quite a lot of Mithril mixed in here… if you don’t mind the sword getting destroyed, then you might as well sell it to me.”

Though he specialized in defense spells, he also read cursorily about alchemy and enchantment—most mages like him, who were willing to accept employment under a lord, would specialize in studies of such things. After all, for a resident mage, areas like alchemy and enchantment were the fundamentals they needed in life to settle down and establish their foothold. If he could get ahold of this sword, so long as he used some unique techniques, he could refine it into Mithril ingots that contained some iron content.

Though the iron content would lower the purity of the Mithril, for most weapons and armors, Mithril was originally meant to be mixed with steel when putting it to use, so this was not a matter of concern—in fact, if it was used to build armor, he would have to add more steel with the Mithril to gather enough weight for the mixture.

That burly Sacred Warrior froze on the spot after listening to what the mage suggested. He looked at the sword he was holding, the one that had just experienced a great war and sported a slight crack and thought carefully. Then he looked to his companions.

“Do any of you need it?”

“Come on, we have no use for such a huge sword,” said another Sacred Warrior with a smile.

“I intend to make more achievements through this clean-up operation of magic beasts. Who knows, maybe His Majesty will also bestow me with a sword,” said another Sacred Warrior.

The other Sacred Warriors also shook their heads. Their display of reactions made the burly Sacred Warrior sigh. He reversed the way the sword was positioned and handed it to the enlisted mage with the handle of the sword facing out.

“Seems like it’s time for it to reach its end.”

The enlisted mage smiled. Then he got his attendant, an honest, strong man of few words who took his work seriously, to receive the sword.

“Rest assured that the price you will receive will definitely not be insufficient,” he said. “In the future, you all can come to me too if you have any rare loot. After this winter’s mop-up operation is over, I will be staying here in Dahl Hill. When that time comes, we will all be neighbors, so it would be nice if we are close to one another.”

With that, he left with his attendant who was holding on to the sword, leaving the clergymen who were deep in thoughts behind.