Chapter 443: What the hell?

The necklace that everyone had seen in the banquet hall could be transformed according to the characteristics of different people to form a special sword shape, which was the most likely guess given the size of the box in Emiya.

Ye Ziqing's eyes fell on the box at this time, and he had a similar idea in his heart.

Seriously, it was more than she expected to see a sword that changed shape at that time.

If that necklace sword could appear here, at least in terms of physical expression, it would be far superior to any of the swords on display now.

Even compared to last year's Shadowless Sword, which amazed the world with its appearance, it is not on par.

If you add an amazing skill, it's perfect......

Like a beast waiting to eat, she licked greedily towards the box.

Ye Ziqing's eyes lit up, and he couldn't help but stretch out his hand.

There was a sudden silence in the venue.

Everyone craned their necks in unison, staring curiously at her finger movements.

Ye Ziqing's slender and white fingers slowly touched the wooden box, and then picked it up with both hands and put it in front of his eyes.

The square box is only half the size of a palm.

The portions are unusually light.

And when she picked it up just now, she couldn't hear the sound inside.

Could it be that necklace?

She lowered her eyes in confusion, then groped for the edge of the box with the thumbs of both hands, straining slightly.

With a click, the lid opened.

"Huh?"

Ye Ziqing's eyes flickered, and a surprised sound came out of his mouth.

Everyone stood up.

"What is it?"

"What the hell?"

"I can't see it, it's ...... in there."

While everyone was anxiously waiting, Ye Ziqing put his finger into the box in confusion and slowly took it out-

A glove.

"Huh?!"

β€œβ€¦β€¦ Ay?! ”

β€œβ€¦β€¦ Yes?! ”

"What the hell?!"

Yes, a plain and white glove set with five star-shaped gemstones, interwoven of fine silvery-white silk threads, with a slight metallic sheen, dyed yellow and shining by the setting sun.

……

"Hey, it's not the necklace?"

His Royal Highness Lan Jingjing of the Barbarian Sword Kingdom jumped up, and even moved his footsteps, looking back and forth at the things in Ye Ziqing's hand.

Before that, everyone who had attended the banquet was deeply impressed by the necklace sword called the [Blessing of the Rain God], and in terms of form, that sword was indeed something that deserved to amaze the whole world.

However, inside Ye Ziqing's hand, there was only a white glove with a metallic sheen.

"Really...... Emiya's style. ”

Kenrin Sakura sneered and laughed.

Cui Xiaoxiao nodded approvingly.

Yes, Emiya's style is always unexpected, it looks so nonsense, and he likes to do something different from before.

Even if that rain god's blessing could win applause, even if last year's Wing Qin Sword had the ability to change the entire immortal cultivation world, he didn't think of using them here.

It's a terrible attachment to being a swordsmith.

Ye Ziqing sighed, raised his head, and stared at the black-clothed young man in front of him, a young swordsmith from the Chong Sword Country.

"Well, I think you need to explain."

Xu Yiwen nodded in agreement, "You can't say that this is the sword for us to judge, right?" ”

Li Yichuan, who was more calm among the three, was unhurried, calming the emotions of the other two, "Maybe this glove can be transformed into a sword, let's wait for him to explain first." ”

He turned his head sideways, stroked his beard, and looked at Emiya with a smile on his face, "Yes, Emiya Master?" ”

The aggressive gaze of the three people was fixed on Wei Gong's body.

Emiya nodded and said solemnly, "This is ......"

Everyone listened carefully to his explanations and then ......

A few words came out of the mouth of the swordsmith who was expected by everyoneβ€”

"A glove."

β€œβ€¦β€¦β€

There was silence.

It took about ten seconds.

Emiya added, "Yes, it's not a sword. ”

"Huh?!"

β€œβ€¦β€¦ Ay?! ”

β€œβ€¦β€¦ Yes?! ”

"What the hell?!"

He seemed to say...... A glove on the sword table? ”

"yes, I heard that, too."

"Ah, thank goodness, it's not my delusion, it's not that I'm having a problem with my hearing...... But, ah, what the hell is this! ”

"It's too much, isn't it? On such an important occasion as the sacrificial sword selection, he actually put a glove on the sword mat?! ”

β€œβ€¦β€¦β€

"Your favorite swordsmith seems to be in big trouble." The girl beside Ye Zhao laughed gloatingly.

The man next to him looked at the field quietly, as if he didn't hear her voice.

"Hey, it looks like you're still confident in him." The girl looked at the young black-shirted swordsmith for a long time, "Isn't there a great reversal for a while?" ”

She sneered in her snort, her eyes narrowing slightly, "I'm really looking forward to being able to defeat the man standing here with God's left hand." ”

……

"If it's a glove, then there's going to be a reason to build it, right?" Jian Rin Sakura turned her head sideways and smiled at Cui Xiaoxiao beside her.

Cui Xiaoxiao nodded, then clasped her hands and instinctively rolled her two big eyes.

Yes...... I really don't want to hear this kind of thing from your mouth, this should be the old lady's line!

……

Behind them, a girl in a short red dress nodded silently.

On the other side, the swordsmith of the Heavenly Sword Kingdom, known as the right hand of the gods, looked at the scene in front of him with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and his eyes suddenly bloomed with a huge brilliance.

But he looked at His Majesty beside him, and an inexplicable jealousy arose in his heart.

He would only show such an expression if he was unusually interested in something.

"It looks like another amazing sword is about to amaze the world."

Tiandao Yuluo's lips opened slightly, and Yun said such a terrible thing lightly.

But he shuddered, and couldn't help but turn around-

In the line of sight, the black-clothed swordsmith's side face became three-dimensional and clear, and a smile rose at the corner of his mouth.

"But, though it's a glove, I wouldn't be able to show you the sword I forged without it."

As he spoke, he reached out his palm in front of Ye Ziqing.

"Let me show you all the sword masters."

Ye Ziqing's eyes were slightly unhappy, and then he coldly stretched out his hand and put the silver wire glove in his hand into his palm.

The fingers of the two men interlaced each other.

Emiya felt the softness from the other party's hand.

Speaking of which, it was the first time I had touched her finger since the one in the princess's bedroom last year.