The stars disappeared into the clouds, and below, in the center of the speckled city lights, with a wide green field, sat the marquis's mansion in the forest of the city, and at this time Ikamaon was not sleepy, and discussed the affairs of the family with the butler in the study, and then walked out of the room together.

Walk up the spiral stone steps at the end of the aisle to the tower at the corner of the castle, and occasionally pass by the window, the gloomy night covers the surrounding houses in the distance, and the light of the sparse inhabitants is faint and faint, both of them are in their fifties, and have a tacit understanding that has complemented each other for many years.

"Recently, I've been busy with the affairs of the upper country, how is the progress of that sword?"

"Master Decana, without affecting the original appearance, has replaced the original metal. ”

The butler's name is Tam, and he is also the son of the previous butler, and Ikamaon can be said to have grown up together since childhood, except for the courtesy in words and attitudes, in fact, he and the marquis in front of him, there are not too many differences between master and servant.

"Marquis ....., something happened to the upper country?"

The figure walking up the stone steps in front of him slowed down, and the old man glanced at a stone window on the side, his eyes crossed the private forest in the darkness and the dense residential buildings in the distance, and suddenly let out a short laugh of 'heh', and continued to walk up the stairs.

The voice also answered.

"It's true that something happened, I heard that the army of the prince of the upper country found a part, and it fled back in a hurry, it seems that the prince ...... Life is gone. ”

Ikamaon turned his head and smiled at the loyal servant following behind him: "This time you are right again, it seems that I have to choose a team among several princes in advance." ”

Behind, Tamu smiled in return and hung his head modestly.

".....That's why I asked about your sword this time, I know that there is a prince over there who is very fond of weapons, and has specially built an arsenal of weapons to store the swords collected by himself or presented by others, and he is also quite ......talented."

As they spoke, they walked up to the tower, and soon the guards guarding an iron door in front of them opened the door, bowed down on both sides, and when the marquis and the butler had entered, they straightened up and closed the door again with their backhands.

The crack in the door closed with a 'click' sound.

The place where the two walked was the top floor of the tower, and it was also the most spacious, with a circular shape, built according to precise figures, without a single difference.

The surrounding walls are rudimentary, but you can faintly see that there are a large number of inscriptions drawn on them, and if a stranger approaches, the outline will emerge to warn the other person.

In the middle of the walk, Ikamaon walked straight to a five-meter square stone platform, surrounded by strange creature reliefs on all sides, which looked quite mysterious.

And on the stone platform, the inscription circle was drawn, and the marquis approached with his hand, the sword that made him feel evil, but extremely delicate, was lying quietly in the center of the circle, and there was also the powder of the material that had just been cast, leaving a pungent smell, which looked a little dirty.

But what really made the old man care, and even the old butler behind him, couldn't help but stretch his neck to look at what the sword gave people a texture at this time, which was a deep black.

The horned skull on the hilt of the sword, and the black hole in the eye socket, seemed to have a kind of magic that sucked the soul of a person into it.

"..... it looks so different. ”

Ikamaon sighed lightly, and couldn't help but be tempted, and lowered his hand from behind him, and then stretched out to the stone platform, and the butler tried to persuade him, opened his mouth slightly, and then closed it again.

Over there, the old man's breathing became rapid, his outstretched fingers trembled in mid-air, and the expression on his entire face showed a state of confusion.

The moment the fingertips touched the blade of the sword.

"Marquis, if you don't want to get your hands on a legendary sword, you can pick it up at any time. ”

A woman's voice sounded from the front of the side of this stone room, and in front of several bookcases, among the messy piles of books, the silhouette of a woman wearing a cloak and a black robe, was holding an old book, and walked over.

In front of the stone platform, Ikamaon suddenly sobered up, and immediately retracted his hand, he has been in charge for half his life, has experienced many things, and his perseverance is naturally tougher than ordinary people, and at this time, thinking back to the state just now, he can't help but show surprise.

"What material did you use for this sword?"

"Magical energy. ”

"Magic energy?!" the old man's voice was raised, he looked back at the housekeeper, who also nodded: "Before, I reported to you, but you were in a hurry to go out to patrol, so you agreed." ”

"No wonder, there is such a reaction. ”

Ikamain's cheeks were swollen, and he could see that he was a little entangled in his heart, for the concept of magic energy, he, and even the other two people in this room, knew very well that it was an ore associated with a red gemstone, the quantity was not rare, but it was unstable, and it was rumored to have strange particularities.

And it is also an unpredictable peculiarity.

"Yes, it's magic energy, since the Marquis wants to reshape this sword, using ordinary materials, it may be a good sword, but to become a legend, it will be difficult. ”

The woman who came over was the Mage Decana mentioned by the butler before, and under the hood, she couldn't see her face clearly, and in the faint dim firelight, she could see strange patterns on the other party's face.

Only the lips that could be seen opened and closed slightly: "..... magic metal has a special place, just like gambling, it can give it the greatest power and make it completely scrapped, but now it seems that I was right." ”

"Forget it......" Ikamain closed his eyes and waved his hand, since he had done it, he didn't want to dwell on this issue anymore, and then asked, "What are you going to draw on the final inscription?"

"Wait, I'll have to watch first. Decana walked around the marquis, her eyes under her hood focused on the blade of the sword on the platform, her hands propped on the edge of the stone platform, and looked at an inconspicuous position on the blade.

"There's a strange text here, I suspect the person who made this sword, has drawn an inscription, but I can't make out what race or country it belongs to, and I can't even make out the graphics....."

Following Decana's line of sight, the old man walked over and took a look, and there was indeed an imperceptible font in the gap between the four small skeletons at the end of the hilt.

If Xia was here, he would even laugh out loud.

The font above: Frost Sorrow Luxury Edition - Lu Ming Non Forging.

After seeing the progress of the reshaping of the sword, Ikamaon led the butler out of the tower, and quietly circled the corridor, only the monotonous footsteps of the two of them.

After putting down what had just happened, he talked about the family affairs in the house, and mentioned his son, the old man was somewhat happy in his heart, and in recent times, Alender has been staying in the city, not idleness as before, maybe he has come up in age, he knows to study hard, and from time to time he will discuss the problem of running a city at the dinner table.

Ikamaon was also becoming more and more satisfied with him.

Then he returned to the study, and the old man talked to the butler about taxes, which naturally led to the arena.

"Marquis, the Arena's income has doubled recently compared to previous months. ”

"What's going on?"

Because his son is in the arena and has such an excellent result, Tam, who is also a father's housekeeper, is also a little happy: "...... There is a very powerful adventurer over there, who has won sixty victories for twenty consecutive days, and some high-rollers with big gambling properties have been buying him to lose, after all, the odds are so big, but unfortunately they have not been as expected. ”

"Is this man really that powerful?"

"Now in the city of Tatasya, it has begun to circulate that this person is a weapon master.

In fact, the butler's rhetoric is not exaggerated, in the recent period of Tatassia City, because Xia Yi has become a dazzling new star in competition with a record of forty-six enemies, there was originally a jealous eye, or someone who wanted to gloat and wait for the show, waiting for his fall, but for twenty days in a row, nearly a hundred people challenged, without exception, most of them lost their lives.

From some of the big names in the city to the people at the bottom of life, they all discussed this topic, after all, the fights of the other party were very ornamental, not to mention, and the bloodiness also made them addicted.

Almost crowned with the title of the king of the arena.

Of course, as time passed, from discussing the opponent's martial arts, he slowly began to lean towards when the king of the arena would lose and in whose hands.

Soon word spread that Marquis Ikamaon was coming to the arena, along with the news that he would bring some of the best people in Tatahia City to watch the game.

And Xia Yi was sitting in a single room in the arena at this time.

When he heard this news, a smile finally appeared on his face that had always been indifferent.

"Finally hooked......"