Appearance is not necessarily proportional to performance.

For example, Remy's dagger, although it is gray and black, looks like a moldy inferior silver bar, but it is precisely because it is mixed with obsidian powder that its hardness is even higher, comparable to that of a low-level enchanted weapon.

However, for Lori at Remy's age, whether the weapon is sharp or not, whether the equipment is strong or not, is just a floating cloud.

What she cares more about is whether the weapons are beautiful and whether the equipment is gorgeous.

In her opinion, beauty is justice, gorgeous is justice, and the existence of injustice is rather not.

But the person who gave her the dagger was me, and she couldn't refuse, so she could only honestly tell me what she really thought in her heart.

However, no matter how straightforward and sincere she is, I can't take this dagger back, because it's not just a dagger, it's still a hope that Remy will survive in the dungeon.

Seeing that I didn't mean to take back the dagger in the slightest, Remy pouted, and with a look of resentment, she put the dagger back into her pocket and put it in the innermost pocket.

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Master Dewey is worthy of being the one who treats me as his own son, and while helping my fiancées forge the Adamantite weapons, he also forges a batch of Mithril weapons and gives them to the rest of the guild, and each of them has one hand.

When I first entered the hall, the daggers I saw the maid girls playing with were purely made of Mithril.

This kind of pure white and immaculate dagger, and a great sense of weight, is deeply loved by them, and there is a scabbard embedded with exquisite patterns, which is even more eye-catching.

Even Remy was eager to exchange her meteorite dagger with them, but she never tried to negotiate, one of the maid girls might not be willing, and the other was that she didn't dare without my consent.

As a former adventurer and current café maid girl, Florence was not given a short sword, but a tailor-made short sword.

Florence cherished the Mithril dagger, as if caressing her child, her eyes slowly flowed with a look of nostalgia, she had completely fallen into the memory, unconsciously, the corners of her lips slightly hooked a touch of arc, although not alluring, but also amazing.

Zach whispered to me: "Florence used to be the best fighter on the team, better than Billy, better than me. ”

I smiled and replied, "My sister-in-law is still the best warrior, and she is very great, she is not only responsible for the logistics of the entire guild, but also has to endure the thoughts of her children. ”

"Yes," Zach said with an embarrassed face, "It's a pity that I'm not a qualified father, nor a qualified husband, I don't have the ability to give my child fatherly love, and I have to deprive him of the maternal love he should enjoy." ”

"Don't say that" patted Zach on the shoulder and responded with an affirmative look: "You are a good father, Florence is also a good mother, everything you are doing now is paving the way for your child's future, I believe that when he grows up and feels all this firsthand, he will be proud of you." ”

Zach smiled embarrassedly, with relief and bitterness in his smile.

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The proprietress is the proprietress who is quite strong both inside and out.

Perhaps Master Dewey was also shocked by her fierceness, so he spared no expense to create an equally powerful weapon for her - the war halberd.

The proprietress holding the halberd did not exude nostalgia and sentimentality like Florence, on the contrary, I could feel a surging war spirit from her restrained momentum.

That is the fierce fighting spirit that only a strong adventurer can breed after experiencing countless lives and deaths.

Feeling this feeling, I was very uneasy in my heart, and even regretted giving the halberd to the boss lady.

She probably won't talk to me......

I thought so.

However, in the next second, the proprietress slowly turned her head, her eyes fixed on my face, the corners of her mouth raised, and said, "Xiao Yi, when you go to Vicky Castle again, remember to thank Master Dewey for me." ”

Seeing that he was not looking for me, I breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile: "No problem, boss lady." ”

"One more thing," the proprietress skillfully played with a spear, put the halberd at her side, and said, "Help me ask the name of this war halberd." ”

My heart slowly fell, and my nervous face eased a lot, and I tried to squeeze out a smile and said, "Okay." ”

"One more thing, since I have a halberd, I always feel ashamed of it if I don't show my hands, tomorrow morning, you will accompany me to practice the halberd" The proprietress opened her mouth and showed a fierce smile.

"I can do it, I'm fine!" Jackson stood up suddenly, and said with anticipation on his face: "Don't look at me as a defense-oriented, but when it comes to trial moves, I'm no worse than anyone else!" ”

The proprietress glanced at him, thought for a moment, and said, "Are you really coming too?" ”

"Yes!" Jackson said, "Be sure to let me try!" ”

"Well, that's okay," the proprietress said, "Then you'll play first tomorrow and help me warm up." ”

The corners of Jackson's mouth were almost reaching the roots of his ears with excitement.

He must have felt that this was the first step to get closer to the boss lady, but it seemed to me that he was running wild on the road to death.

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After dinner, I sat in the courtyard with mixed feelings.

Old man Taylor was lying on a wicker chair and drinking wine, comforting me: "Don't worry, you can't die with me." ”

I laughed dryly twice, counting as a response.

At this time, a burst of fragrance wafted into my nose, and I turned my head to see Emily in casual clothes.

"It's a rarity," I quipped, reining in my tragic emotion, "you're not wearing a uniform." ”

"I'm trying new experiences," she says lightly, "so that I can better integrate into the family atmosphere." ”

"Actually, you don't need to make any changes," I said, looking at her beautiful face, "You've been accepted by everyone." ”

She coughed lightly and said lightly, "Maybe, but I can do better." ”

When I came back to my senses, I smiled and said, "Haven't you told me how you feel with that pure gold sword, how about it?" ”

"Very good" Emily's eyes flashed slightly, and then she returned to her indifference.

"It seems that the Adamantite weapon is not enough to meet my Emily's expectations," I smiled, "and when I have the chance, I will get you a magic weapon." ”

Emily shook her head slightly, "Magic weapons are too rare and too valuable. ”

"What's this, as long as my Emily likes it, even if it's an artifact, I'll find a way to get it for you......"

Speaking of this, I paused and muttered, "I just don't know if there are any sword-like artifacts." ”

Old man Taylor, who was drinking on the side, slowly put down the wine bottle, looked at the starry sky attentively, and said softly: "Sword artifact?" Of course there is. ”

I was stunned for a moment, and then asked, "Do you know where it is?" ”

Taylor smiled and said, "This kind of thing, how could I possibly know, it was Cuika who told me." ”

"Grandma Empress?" I thought about it for a moment and asked, "Then what else did she tell you?" ”

"She told me the name of the sword," Taylor looked at the stars again for a long time before he said, "Sword of Victory and Oath." ”

(End of chapter)