"Allen, neither of us has tried the sword properly after forging it, and I don't know if it is still good in actual combat."

Ilt couldn't wait to try the newly forged Erinaeus. When Dusty heard this, he stepped forward, snatched Erinius from Ilth's hand, and looked at it.

"Dusty! Can you say hi? ”

"Erinius, angry Nemesis, is this the sword you forged all these years?"

Dasty skillfully wielded her long sword, like a swordsman familiar with the way of the sword, Erinius effortlessly spread out the endless sword domain in her hand, the blue blade drew a gorgeous trajectory, seemingly ferocious, but the strength was controlled just right.

"How's it going, Dusty? This sword? ”

Like a child waiting for the results of an exam, Ilt looked at Dusty a little nervously, if Ilt was an unruly person, then the only thing that could make him so nervous was Dusty's evaluation and Qile's tears. Instead of answering immediately, Dusty kept waving Erinius in his hand repeatedly, his expression serious and serious, which made Ilt even more nervous.

"Looks like the ruby was added recently, right? Took advantage of my swordsmithing skills. ”

Seeing at a glance that Erinius had been cast, Dusty returned the sword to Ilt and drew a small dagger from his waist in front of him.

"Look at my dagger, how is it different from your sword?"

Ilt took the dagger, a very delicate single-edged dagger, with intricate ornate carvings on the hilt, as if two palms were holding each other to pinch the hilt of the dagger. On closer inspection, the dagger, with only one blade, was full of weight, much heavier than Erinius, but it had a greater sense of holding a sword. Looking at the sword body again, it is as transparent as a mirror, tilting the sword body slightly, and the red sword light is reflected by the sword body, which makes Ilte dazzle.

"Is there a ruby in the sword? But why is there no trace of forging on the sword? ”

Dusty stretched out his slender fingers and pointed to the red mark on the hilt of Erinius' sword,

"That's the mark caused by the fact that you haven't awakened enough to the ore, and it's a mark to say it's good, and it's a scar to say it's bad."

"Scars? You're saying I failed to forge it?! ”

Although Ilt was proud, Dasty was the absolute authority when it came to forging swords, but it was difficult for him to accept that he suddenly said so.

"It can't be said to be a complete failure, after all, this sword is still a good sword, just want to add icing on the cake on a good sword, it's really a difficult thing, your time to forge a sword is still short, it's already very good to be able to do this. Although red ore is a relatively easy ore to mosake, it is not so easy to completely integrate it into this Erinius. Forging like you, even though I use my forging skills, is still not enough. To completely awaken the ore and activate its energy, like this. ”

As she spoke, Dusty reached out and grabbed the blade of Erinius, which she could see was holding very hard, but for some reason, the blade did not hurt her in the slightest, and the white bandage bound in her palm was still as white as ever, without the slightest trace of being soaked in blood. The shimmer of light in his hand was just like the one when Eren woke up the Red Mine, except that this light appeared softer in Dusty's hand, even enveloping the entire Erinius.

"Alan, although you have this supreme ability, you can't use it, but you are neither a swordsmith nor a magician, and this ability doesn't seem to have much meaning to you."

Erinius grew red in Dusty's hands, and Alan looked at the scene in front of him, deeply aware that his abilities seemed to have been ignored by him. Is it true, as Dusty said, that this ability is meaningless to him? No, how could it not be meaningless, awakening Levantin at the beginning, and then awakening Mistetine, these are the things that brought him a turning point in his life, if he didn't have this power, maybe until now, he might still be an ordinary swordsman who can only wield an iron pickaxe. However, it is impossible for Dusty, who is a swordsmith, to understand this feeling, talent is only called a talent in the hands of someone who can use it, for Dusty, she is the possessor of talent, and she is also the absolute user of talent, so in her eyes she is indeed wasting this power. However, it doesn't matter, in this world, as the so-called more strength is more hope, Alan looked at the slowly changing long sword, and couldn't help but drift back to 1 year ago

It was some time before Alan and Chester left Dax, and that day, Alan was cleaning up the house, rummaging through the cabinets, and in an old wooden box, he found a rusty sword with a sun mark engraved on the hilt.

"Father, is this sword yours?"

Alan came outside the house with a sword, and Chester was sharpening a short sword with him,

"I really miss it, this sword is the first sword I used after I first arrived in Wangcheng, and the sun mark on it is the mark of Wangcheng, and it has been so many years in a blink of an eye, and the sword is rusty."

"Father, can you give me this sword?"

There was a glint in Alan's eyes, a look of anticipation, a burning heart.

"Ellen, do you know why I don't agree with you using a sword?"

As soon as Chester's words came out, Alan was like a deflated ball, and his originally hopeful eyes instantly became weak.

"You're worried that I won't be able to control my power, and although you've been reluctant to tell me what kind of power I have, I've always believed that your words are right."

"Child, there are some things that you need to find out the reason for yourself, and I said that after you can control this power freely, this Levantine will be your only weapon."

Chester stroked the broadsword tightly wrapped in cloth on the side, and looked at his son with gentle eyes,

"This sword is damaged and unusable, are you really going to do it?"

Chester took the long sword from Alan's hand, the sword had a lot of scars on its body, and the style had been outdated for a long time, it was indeed a sword that would not be used again.

"Yes!"

Allen's unadorned answer, the firmness of his eyes, Chester had no choice but to compromise, he handed the long sword to Allen, and touched his fiery red hair,

"Alan, you have to remember that the sword is not your weapon, your weapon can only be your strongest belief, you know?" (To be continued.) )