Night insects flapped their wings and popped against the crystal chandelier.

Within the scope of the light, the cloak was unfurled, and two tall knights carried wooden boxes into the inner courtyard of the castle, and in the majestic triangular roof building hall, the lights were bright, and the huge chandeliers inscribed with magic arrays illuminated below, and figures stood respectfully on both sides.

At the top of the throne, the old man named Ikamain, rubbing the armrest of the beast's head, his gray hair on his temples was neatly combed upward, even if he was now in his fifties, he was still burly and in spirit, and he was discussing with the people below about the next month's tax payment in the city.

Soon, someone from outside came in and whispered a few words in his ear, and the old man nodded and waved his hand to a group of government officials: "You go down, and you can't miss any of this month's taxes." ”

When everyone left the hall and went out, the old man looked at the entourage of the report and said, "Let them present it." ”

The command went down, and outside the door of the hall, two knights in armor who had been waiting for a long time walked in with a long wooden box and placed it in front of the stone steps below the first place.

"Marquis, this is what was found in the north of the desert fifteen days ago, and when we received it, we had already seen it, and it was indeed a weapon....."

With the knight's report, Ikamaon walked down the stone steps, looked around the wooden box with interest for a while, and then interrupted the other party's words: "Not a magic weapon?"

"Not ....." The knight shook his head.

The old man was silent for a moment and waved his hand: "Open!"

The housekeeper next to him hurriedly got started, took out the corresponding mark, and gently checked the magic lock on it, and with a soft 'snap' sound, the wooden box automatically popped up and opened the lid.

Ikamayn's pupils shrank.

In the wooden box, a long sword that he could not describe lay quietly inside, the wide sword body, from the middle to the edge, with a graceful arc, in the middle is a rune that the old man can't understand.

What really cared to him was the strange skull on both sides of the sword, with its long horns flipped and covered with rings and veins, and on both sides of the skull were a pair of sharp skulls that curved downward and extended, like fangs.

When you touch your fingers, you get the cold texture of metal.

Ikamain couldn't help but pick it up, it was not lightweight, and around the tail of the hilt, there were four small skulls.

"This sword ..... looks too evil. ”

The old man weighed it, carefully stroking every detail on it, "It's a pity that the craftsmanship of this sword is too exquisite..... but it's just an ordinary sword, without a soul." ”

When he was young, his swordsmanship attainments were very high, and after he succeeded as a marquis, the focus of his life was inclined to the busy government affairs.

"Marquis, you might as well reshape it ......"

"No, I can't. ”

Ikamaon opened his mouth to reject the butler's suggestion, and looked at the weapon in his hand: "...... instead of reshaping an ordinary sword, it is better to rebuild a ......."

Speaking of this, the old man's words paused, and he couldn't help but sigh: "...... Alas, this sword is too delicate, and it is impossible to rebuild one so delicately. ”

To create a qualified inscription sword, the old man has never lacked materials, and there is no problem with a hundred of them, but what is missing is the sword shape in front of him that can make his eyes shine.

However, it is quite expensive to reshape and forge a sword of ordinary materials.

This is where the old man hesitates.

"Marquis. The butler seemed to see the old man's hesitation, "No matter how expensive it is, ...... the price, but when the time comes, if we reforge it, give it to Lord Allend, and then dedicate it to the upper country, our taxes may be reduced, and it may even be exempted." ”

Lord Arlund here refers to Ikamain's only son.

“.........”

The old man sat in his seat, looked at the sword standing on the ground, and was silent for a while: "I heard that something happened to the upper country, and the army led by the prince is missing...... The royal family over there may be a new battle for the prince, the emperor is old, and we, as the people below, have to face the ....... of standing in a good position."

After thinking for a moment, he slammed on the armrest.

"Then it's decided, let the best inscription mage of the castle reshape!"

Ikamain looked at the strange skull on the hilt, "This sword has taken on the form of a legend, and now, give it a powerful inscription to match......"

Just as he handed over the unexpected sword to the butler to take down, a warning signal from the guards suddenly came from outside, and there was a commotion outside.

A group of guards, heavily armed, protected the hall, and more people rushed to the place where the alarm was issued.

"What's going on?"

The old man walked out of the hall and stood outside, and a guard came to report: "Marquis, the detection circle outside the castle has been activated, and it should have detected that someone wanted to sneak in." ”

"What about people?"

"It's searching, but it's very likely that it fled when it detected the circle activated. ”

"Keep the quest going!"

......

Just when the Marquis's Mansion was lively, on the noisy long street, above the bustling crowd, a black shadow rushed, stepped on the roof of a building, snapped under his feet, stepped on the debris of stones, and jumped directly through the gap between the two buildings.

Moving back and forth a few times, on the top of a certain building in the city, he slid down the edge very quickly, pushed open a certain layer of lighted windows, and his body flashed in the firelight, and disappeared into the night.

The window closed softly with a creaky sound.

With a cloak, the figure threw a short knife in his hand to the table and pulled down the mask, it was Xia Yi.

In the evening, he saw several knights walking through the streets, and the only one who could ride like this in the city should be the marquis's people, so he followed them lightly at night, found the other party's residence, and casually tried to test the defense power of the castle, but before he could do anything, he was discovered by the detection circle hidden on the ground.

Just because he had the idea of attacking, he was locked.

"It seems that the first plan, infiltrating will not work, and if you can't see people, there is no way to confirm the specific information of this head......"

After washing his face, Xia Yi took off his cloak, lifted the quack on the bed, and threw it aside, he walked up, looked at the few weapons leaning against the wall, and thought about what to do next.

"Gobgoblins—"

Quack was thrown under the bed, and in a fit of rage, he took a bug that flew into the room, clenched his fists and waved it to fight, and the bug seemed to be entangled with it, chasing after it in this room.

"Arena ......"

Three words suddenly flashed in Xia Yi's mind, and he sat up with his whole heart, his eyes staring at the inscription lamp on the wall, "This arena is the property of the marquis, if I join in, then ...... What will happen?"

Gradually, there was a clear idea.