"What about handing her the artifact?"

Master Dewey's tone was very relaxed, as if the artifact was nothing more than a dispensable commodity.

"You're talking lightly, I'm not going to do that."

"Why?"

Before I could answer, there was another chuckle from the other side of the crystal: "Oh, I see, you're still holding a grudge against her, aren't you?" ”

"There's a reason for that."

"Although I don't advocate such a thing as holding grudges, I don't object to it, besides, the fairy queen's thing is indeed inappropriate, and it is natural for you to hate her."

"I can't say that I hold a grudge, but there is always a knot in my heart that can't be solved."

"Understand," Master Dewey said, "Since you don't want to offer it to the Fairy Empress, then use it yourself." ”

"But I'm using a knife!"

"Then give it to the sword-wielder," said Master Dewey, "I believe that you already have a definite person in mind." ”

That's right, I do have someone I want to give the Sword of Victory and Oath, and that's Emily.

She has always served as the personal guard of the Elven Empress, and at the same time she is also the president of the Rose Legion, she is always on the brink of the most dangerous.

This is not due to the existence of Akahavi, a traitor to Moonlight, strictly speaking, to this day, Akahavi has not really assassinated anyone, and has always been a joke.

What really threatens the life of the elven queen is those nobles who seem to be righteous and awe-inspiring, full of justice and morality.

The game between the nobles and the royal family does not only exist in Moonlight City, but is an extremely common phenomenon, and the more you are in a high position, the more you can feel the contradictions.

Moonlight City exterminated the rebel party, and Dasai City made an example of chickens and monkeys, these measures seem to be for the sake of justice and the country, but in fact they are only to defend the absolute power of the royal family.

After the last time they wiped out a large number of noble armies in the name of exploring the island, those nobles who opposed the Elven Empress had to stop for the time being.

Although Moonlight City seems to have finally calmed down without their troubles, in reality, it is only the calm before the larger wave.

Unless the contradictions are resolved, or the source of the disaster is cut to the roots, the danger and chaos will remain.

Emily's strength is very strong, but she is not the strongest after all, and besides, the strongest is not guaranteed to be able to sit back and relax.

To improve her chances of survival, I can only help her with equipment.

The Adamantite Sabre is naturally the finest normal-tier weapon, almost on par with enchanted weapons, but if Emily is equipped with the Sword of Victory and Oath, her survival rate will be greatly improved.

But there is a premise, the fairy queen must not be allowed to recognize this sword.

"You're right, I do have a clear target for the sword, and you've seen her, Emily."

"Is that the perfect elven girl?"

"She's right," I said, "but I'm stuck with a problem. ”

"I'm afraid the problem that can bother you is related to the Fairy Empress, right?"

"Exactly," I said, "I'm afraid that the Elf Empress will find out about the existence of this sword, and she will think about Emily's request, and it may be against her." ”

"This problem is easy to solve," said Master Dewey, "and I have prepared a solution for you." ”

"At the bottom of the wooden box, there is a partition, which is made according to the pattern of the coffin of His Highness Alexander, and inside the partition, there is a set of printing molds, which are specially used to print patterns on weapons, and the patterns are waterproof and wear-resistant, I say so, you understand?"

"You are truly the greatest man of the goblins!" I flattered, "Your foresight is comparable to that of the High Priest of Dasai." ”

"Alright, stop flattering and do what you have to do."

Master Dewey laughed and hung up the call.

The partition was disassembled, and a set of molds for weapon printing appeared.

After a few fiddling sessions, I understood how it was used, and I wanted to give it a try, so I picked up one of the templates, aimed it at the blade of the Datai knife, and printed it on it.

In an instant, a shout sounded in his mind: "Be merciful!" ”

My hand stopped in the air, and I was confused: "What's wrong?" ”

"And asked what's wrong!" Da Taidao said menacingly: "What kind of mess are you trying to print on me?" ”

"How can it be said to be a mess" I scratched my head and said, "It's all dragon patterns, how powerful, how domineering, it must look good when printed." ”

"You can pull it down," Da Taidao denied: "This thing is printed on my body, at most, it can only set off me as both middle and ugly, I don't want it!" ”

Seeing that he refused so resolutely, I couldn't continue to force it, so I could only put down the big sword and pull out Xilan's demon knife.

The voice of the Great Taidao sounded in my head again: "Hey, this knife already has a soul, and its soul is likely to grow in the future, so aren't you worried that it will hate you for what you did today?" ”

The movements in my hands stopped again, and I hesitated to look at Xilan's demon knife, feeling the throbbing of the soul in the knife, and I didn't know where to start.

After hesitating for a while, I put Xilan's demon knife into the sheath, and I sighed deeply: "You can't do it, it can't do it either, how can I be good?" ”

"What's good?" Dataidao asked.

"Before I can print the pattern on the artifact again, I must at least rehearse it."

"Does this still need a drill?" Da Taidao asked rhetorically: "Anyway, you are just trying to hide its identity, and besides, this pattern does not exist permanently, and there is no soul in this artifact, and it will not hold a grudge against you, so why not take this opportunity to give full play to your artistic talents and let go of yourself on the sword, which can not only express your feelings, but also test whether there are artistic cells, how about it?" ”

pinched his chin and thought for a long time: "Okay, just listen to you." ”

As I said, I picked up the mold and aimed it at the sword, which was a mess.

The tangible and intangible, the names that can be called, and the prints that cannot be named, are printed on the sword body by me at various angles, and for a while, I only feel that my artistic cells are flying.

When I was done, I let out a deep breath and watched with satisfaction the Sword of Victory and Oath, which had been completely unrecognizable, and with its present honor, the Goblin Empress would not have been recognized even if His Highness Alexander had been there.

This reminds me of the makeup technique of the four great evil arts in Asia on the Azure Planet.

Put the sword into the sheath, and then solemnly put it into the wooden box, the big sword sneered on the side: "Fortunately, it has no soul, otherwise it will definitely be out of the sheath on the spot, give you a blood splash, and then chop this airship, and finally die with you." ”

"Is this necessary?" I frowned: "I think the print looks good!" ”

"With all due respect, your appreciation of art is likely to have left the mundane and entered a realm that is incomprehensible to ordinary people."

"What do you mean?"

"That means you're not normal!"

(End of chapter)