355 353 Alistair (2/2)
”Are you the owner of that sword?
”Mmm.”
The woman remains on the top of the Buddha and asks Fran. You still don't seem in the mood. Still, there seems to be a certain degree of discernment in not complaining about the crying Meres.
”Right. Let me see that sword.”
Master?
Um, what do I do? I don't mind if I just show it to you, but I don't know who this woman is. However, if you say no, it looks butchy, and if it does, it does. So it looks like a hassle. In the first place, is my appraisal disguise working now?
”You should take a look”
Troubled, Meir called out there. From that mouthfeel, unexpectedly, he looks more like an eye-catching person than Mere. Moreover, it is also a tone of familiarity that can be felt somewhere.
”Master Alistair wouldn't do it wrong. Lind also sees Alistair regularly.”
(Master, okay?
”Oh.”
Meir trusts me that much, and if I say no here, I'll be rude. Besides, you're the kind of guy who can maintain a divine sword, right? You must be an amazing blacksmith. I don't know why you're here.
”Mmm.”
”Oh, thank you.”
This tone and Buddha's top surface are strange because they don't seem very strange to me when I think I'm a blacksmith. Rather, I even think of it as artisanal.
Alistair stares at me when Fran sticks out. That gaze seems to be right for my violin and pattern.
”I knew this design was...... But the shape of the pattern... You mind if I take a closer look?
”Mmm.”
”Well, excuse me... Analytical Eye!”
I saw a magic cage in Alistair's eyes. Strong magic is concentrated in my eyes as much as it would seem glowing if it were darkness.
And Alistair leaked a surprise grunt.
”That's a lot of rigorous gear registration...... No, is this power the remnants of God...? And this... this... this... this, this bullshit sword, who made it? Are you a god blacksmith?
”What's going on?
”No, it's not like saying it out loud here. Later, can you give me a minute?
Hi, I think they've seen my status and stuff with abilities like appraisals. Besides, to see the reaction now, it could have been assumed that it was Intelligence Weapon.
”Besides, the magic circuit is a mess. A decent restoration is in jeopardy.”
”! Really? What am I supposed to do?
”Wait a minute...... Touch it?”
”Mmm.”
You're definitely talking to me about confirmation right now. He finds out it's totally intelligent Weapon.
Alistair gently touched my pattern with her thin fingertips, from which she began to shed slight magic. It just doesn't feel bad at all. Rather, he was surrounded by warm magic, enough to feel good. It could be close to when I'm getting a blacksmith to do maintenance.
'Oh......'
Is the feeling of the wound healing close to this? In my deep part, I can see something healing.
Still, self-repair doesn't work. Wasn't it such an effective healing or is my damage so serious by then? I just think I can trust this woman named Alistair.
Choroy while I was at it, for some reason I thought so. Was I the kind of guy who would go colo if he was a little gentle when he was hurt?
Master?
”I'm fine.”
I feel less pain when using reading. No, I'm definitely decreasing, not feeling it. I guess thanks to Alistair. Who the hell is that?
”I got a first aid. If you don't force it, it won't get any worse. But you're never gonna fight until it's fixed, are you?
”So it heals properly?
”Of course. There's no weapon you can't fix.”
”Really?”
”Oh, I'll take care of it”
”Yes... good...!
Shortly after listening to Alistair, Fran gripped my pattern, exhaling ”ho”. And shed a large tear.
I lost Chiara and she didn't seem well until I did. I'm sure you couldn't deny the ominational idea and have always been anxious. I couldn't even notice him with a glass about myself. You should have called him.
”Fran, I'm sorry. Let me worry. '
(Yeah...... go. But good......)