The troubadour blinked and smiled as he walked over to Mark, completely out of sight, and unsuspecting others would have thought that he and Captain Mark had known each other for a long time.

Mark got up, picked up the sword, handed it to the troubadour, and asked, "Do you know this sword?"

The poet laughed playfully, "Acquaintance, give me some time", he sat down, picked up the sword in both hands and looked at it carefully, as if he was talking to the sword. Then, he carefully stroked the blade of the sword, letting the blue magical energy wrap around his fingertips.

As the troubadour looked at the sword, Tarrant looked at the visitor, and Captain Mark was right, although he looked down and behaved casually, but his eyes were very determined, and he belonged to the kind of person with strong willpower, and when he was intoxicated with looking at the sword, his expression revealed a kind of respect and reverence, without the slightest disrespect that he had just laughed at.

The poet's gaze finally fell on the intricate pattern of the hilt, and he carefully rubbed the pattern and let out a long sigh, "What a good sword." ”

Mark was slightly surprised and asked, "What do you mean?"

The poet wiped the sword and gave it back to Mark, and immediately resumed his first playful expression, and said faintly, "I really didn't expect to see 'rebellion' here." ”

Except for Sheryl, the other three people at the table were taken aback, and Mark's expression froze, he really didn't expect that the troubadour would be able to call out the name of the sword, and he himself would only know the origin of the sword today. Adrian was also shocked, the poet's anecdotal ability to discern was unprecedented, and he knew the power of the sword just by its appearance without knowing the magical power of the sword, which was too much beyond himself.

"Why do you think this sword is 'rebellious'?" Tarrant questioned this, the conversation in the morning was not secret, it was normal for other people to hear it, and this town can't hide secrets. If the troubadour could really recognize him, he must have some basis.

"Of course, of course, there is a basis, but the conclusion is just my guess, and I will confirm it when I see your expressions", the troubadour almost laughed, "do you want to know how I can identify it", the poet knocked on the table, indicating that it was empty.

This guy was a little different, but he was still a casual goofman, Tarrant muttered to himself, and he motioned for a glass of wine to Sheryl. Sherrill puffed out his lips and muttered to the troubadour, "Biantris, you just say no," and the poet winked at her and smiled, "Then what do I live on?" ”

When a large glass of wine was placed in front of Biantris, he grabbed the glass and drank it all, seeing that the four people were staring at him, he wiped his mouth with his dirty sleeve embarrassedly, "Okay, let's get down to business, listen up", Biantris said: "At first, I just noticed that Captain Mark's sword was glowing with magical energy, stronger than ordinary magic swords, and out of my usual curiosity, I wanted to see this sword." When I approached the sword, I noticed that the workmanship of this sword was different from the usual practice", he paused deliberately, saw that the four of them were listening attentively, and asked, "Do you know that there are some differences in the workmanship of different races in the craftsmanship of weapons?"

Mark and Tarrant looked at Adrian together, and the young mage could only say a rough idea, " Human weapons are the widest range, any type of weapon can be made, the appearance is practical, the finished product is often of high practical value, the most common on the continent, the appearance of the elf weapons is delicate and noble, like to engrave fine patterns on the weapon, and the actual combat ability after infusion of magic energy is also very strong, most of the weapons of the beast clan are based on physical craftsmanship and supplemented by magic technology, and the characteristics should be heavy, Sharp, not suitable for human use, low magic energy, dwarven weapons are mainly axes, with their own height, generally short-handled one-handed axes, relying on their love of jewelry, weapons are usually inlaid with some jewel magic stones, as for the Minotaur ....... ”

"The minotaur doesn't need to explain", Biantris smiled and said: "You're right, the biggest difference between the weapons of humans and elves is the pattern and the delicate chengdò, the human weapon maker often only engraves the pattern of the thick line or the badge and other signs, while the elves will spend a lot of energy to carve magic seals, on the delicate chengdù, the same sword, the sides of the human system are wider." Look at 'Rebellion', the blade is delicate and light, and the hilt is engraved with a typical elven pattern. Saying this, Mark took out his sword and looked at it again, as Biantris said.

The analysis continues. "After confirming that this is the work of the elves, it is still difficult to determine which of the elves is the artifact of the zuò master, there are many excellent zuò masters among the elves, and they can only start from the magic energy of the sword. Weapons that will come with magical energy when attacking, often those energies are not suppressed on the weapon itself, so the surge of energy will make people feel undulating, the energy of this sword is very stable, and it can even be described as soft, I can't feel its hostility, so, there should be a special suppression ability, only if it triggers its 'key', it will explode, in other words, this sword has the ability to identify" Biantris paused again, expecting someone to ask a few questions so that he could have more room to play, but unfortunately no one interrupted him, so he had to continue, "Next, it's more difficult, I need more information to continue." Fortunately, there is one factor left, and that is Watt Town, why such a powerful magic sword appeared in the hands of the sheriff, Mark has been a sheriff here for some time, and I guess he hasn't ventured outside", Biantris looked at Mark for verification. Mark nodded in confirmation and explained, "I haven't been out since I settled here with my father, and I've lived in Watt Town for more than ten years. ”

A smug expression appeared on Biantris's face, "That's right, I've been here for a few days, and I haven't heard of the appearance of an artifact near Watt Town, it should be preserved in the form of seclusion Zài Watt Town, then I should find this sword from those legends that have disappeared, a sword made by the elves, with powerful magical abilities, to identify as a trigger condition, and the user has disappeared, there are still several possibilities, such as 'Sorrow of the Redeemer', 'Insight'." The next thing to consider is the year of the disappearance, which depends mainly on the judgment of the user, based on Mark's age, the sword should have been missing for about 20-30 years, and the scope has been much narrower, and I know of only two, 'Sorrow of the Bearer' or 'Rebellion'. After that, it is more difficult to draw conclusions." Biantris's hands wrapped around the wine glass on the table, pushing it back and forth, as if to suggest something, and this time Sherrill picked up the glass and ran away.

Before the glass returned, Biantris just stared at Sheryl's figure, so much so that his audience had to wait. Finally, the wine glass returned to the table, "With such a powerful magical ability, but in such a conservative way, it reminds me of a weapon maker of this style, the former president of the Redstone Manufacturing Association, Elsukin, I guess that's what I mean, it's the work of Elsukin based on style alone, it's a bit risky, and there's only a seventy percent chance of it." If the maker is not wrong, then the following must not be wrong, 'rebellious', the loyalty of the attacked, if it is a traitor, one blow will kill, poor Derek. Finally after the analysis, Biantriz began to enjoy his reward.

This analysis made Tarrant very impressed, Biantris's thinking is meticulous and agile, with a strong ability to read rumors, he should have traveled on the continent for a long time, he knows Elsukin and the legends of the past well, a thought flashed through Tarrant's mind, he may have seen some metals that are not usually seen, maybe he can give it a try.

While Biantris was still drinking, Tarrant said, "Well, poet, I have one more thing, please show it to me." He took out the Spirit Pattern Bag and pulled out the strange metal.

The jet-black metal block, which originally had no abnormality, was now glowing with a light blue luster under the candlelight, and it was a power stone. Biantris glanced at it and said, "Ha, this thing is rare here, if you want to know something, you need to give me some..." Giantrice began to be vague again.

Tarrant took out the spirit pattern bag, fortunately, there was still some money left, for the knight of the sheltered light, he didn't need these things much, the main role of the money was to buy information, he didn't hesitate to take out a gold coin and put it on the table, "Is it enough?"

The poet picked up the gold coin and thought about it, it seemed that this piece of metal was very important to Tarrant, he played with the gold coin slowly, and said slowly: "Enough, I can tell you my conclusion, this metal ......", the poet has a good appetite for hanging, always stopping at critical moments, making Tarrant more urgent, "...... I don't know. The poet burst out laughing.

The feeling of being fooled made Tarrant very unhappy, and restraining himself was something that a good warrior must learn, and Tarrant did not want to unleash his anger, but since the poet did not know the metal, there was no need to pay him, and he quickly stretched out his right hand to retrieve the gold coin in Biantris' hand.

To his astonishment, Biantris grabbed Tarrant's right wrist and pushed it away at a faster speed, calmly put the gold coin in his pocket, and said with a smile: "Don't worry, knight, I'm just joking." ”

"It's not funny at all," Mark said with a smirk.

Biantris shrugged, "Well, you're right, it's not funny at all. Now, I'm going to tell you what this thing is, this piece of metal contains magical energy like zirconium crystals, but its energy is stronger than zirconium crystals, and after forging, it can be made into magic weapons. ”

"Then why haven't we all heard of this metal", Adrian asked, "If my common sense is correct, the best magical metal on the Redstone Continent would be zirconium crystals, and at the same time, there is no other jet-black magic metal." ”

"Your common sense is right to use on the surface of the Redstone Continent, but if it includes the underworld, you're wrong. ”

"So, this piece of metal is the magic metal of the underworld?" Tarrant had some thoughts, it is not surprising that there are underground metals in the nests of the psionic monsters, they are underground creatures themselves, the question below is what these metals do, the psionic monsters cannot wear or use any armor staffs, what are they doing here.

"Authentic underground metal, do you know why? because it can only store zài underground, and there is no zài on the ground", Biantris glanced at the four people on the table who were puzzled, "It's called Xun Iron, it has two characteristics, first, it contains rich magical energy and is very strong, I just said, its value is higher than zirconium crystal, in the underground world, weapons are basically made of Xun Iron, second, it can't see light, once it is exposed to sunlight, its magic energy will be instantly lost, and it will become ordinary..." , For a while, some words were poor, and I didn't know how to express it, Biantriston took a moment, "Turning into an ordinary Xun Iron, this loss is permanent and irreversible, once the equipment made by Xun Iron sees the light, it will permanently lose the magic energy in it." So, those weapon builders, even though they know that there is a better material than zirconium crystal, will not use it, it will not adapt to life on the ground, haha, that was a long time ago. Until now, I'm afraid there aren't many people who even know about this metal. Where did you get this?"

In the case that Biantris's identity was still unclear, Tarrant didn't want to tell him about the spirit sucking monster, so he only said "um" and put Xun Tie back into the spirit pattern bag. Strangely, Biantris became interested and continued: "I heard that you are in the nest of the Psiccubus today, this piece of metal was taken out of the nest, the physique of the Psivac is not suitable for such heavy metal, they must be of other use." He smiled mysteriously at Tarrant.

The usual trick, the poet began to set up suspense again, but Tarrant could not resist, and Tarrant took out another gold coin and threw it into Biantris' hand. This time, Biantris didn't put the gold in his pocket, he threw it to Sheryl, and then he turned to the crowd at the bar and shouted, "The knight of the sheltered light has said, he pleases today's drink!", the bar suddenly boiled, and there was clinking glasses everywhere, he turned around and smiled at Sheryl, "Subtract the money for today's drink, and the rest will be your tip, lovely girl." This sentence made Sherrill hug Biantris almost frantically.

The sudden act surprised Tarrant, who seemed to have a likable side, debauched but also bold, and Tarrant began to regard him as a friend. Now, he needed to know what was going on with that sentence, and he tapped his index finger on the table, returning Biantris's attention to the topic.

"Ahem, it's actually very simple, these power stones, did I mention the shape of your piece of Xun Iron just now?"

Tarrant shook his head, he took out the piece of metal again, handed it to Biantris, and asked, "Is there any problem?"

Biantris lifted the iron and looked at it by the candlelight, and after a look, he returned it to Tarrant, "It is polished very smoothly, there are no latches, no scratches, that is, the present shape is the shape that the maker wants, an ordinary cuboid." ”

Mark couldn't hold back and asked, "Is it for transportation?"

"No, if it is used for transportation, it does not need to be polished so smooth, and this volume is too small, there is no need to decompose the dug Xun iron ore into such small pieces, this is a finished product. ”

A thought flashed through Tarrant's mind, giving Tarrant some clues, but unfortunately it disappeared before he could grasp the thought, and he could only continue to listen to the poet's analysis.

Fortunately, this time the poet did not continue to blackmail his audience, saying, "In my opinion, this is a starting stone, a key to activate energy that is placed on a certain machine or mechanism. ”

The reminder is right, Tarrant immediately thought after getting the guidance that the reason why the investigation of the Psiculch's lair today was uncovered must be because the Psiclist's lair had a secret room, and the key clues were concentrated in that secret room, how they hid that secret room, Tarrant carefully recalled every detail of each room.

Captain Mark objected: "Biantris, what do you think if I sue you that this is just one of them, and a bunch of these stones?"

"And a bunch of xun irons?" Biantris was also a little surprised this time, but he immediately returned to normal, "Then I have a bold and creative idea, these xun irons are the starting devices of machinery, and the spirit suction monsters are making machinery? This is the first time I've heard that the spirit suction monsters have never dared to be interested in machines. Or there's a more plausible explanation, they're playing with building blocks, you know, developing the intellect. Biantris pointed to his head, but was embarrassed to find that no one could understand the sense of humor.

Misguided in his reasoning, Adrian immediately added: "It's not the same shape, and there are triangles and trapezoids, all polished. ”

"That'...... It excludes the possibility of machinery, which is the starting stone of the mechanism, and the different shapes are arranged in a password sequence and placed on a certain starting device to activate the mechanism. ”

After Biantris's analysis, Tarrant is already sure enough, the secret compartment of the spirit suction monster in the "bedroom" is the combination lock used to activate the mechanism, and what to do now is to go back and put all the iron keys into the secret compartment and activate the mechanism. Maybe there is no danger inside, or there may be a battle, if there are any remaining psis, or another passage leading to other lairs of the psisuc, he can't do it alone, the earth spirits can crush him, it takes a few teammates to do it, the three-legged cat soldiers in the town are useless, you have to have people with adventure experience, Tarrant looked at Adrian, "Ade......"

"I'll go with you. With Adrian's ability, he also thought of the dark grid of the Spirit-Sucker's lair, and also expected that Tarrant needed experienced adventurers to stand side by side, so he decided to participate together before Tarrant could speak, "Let's finish the rest together." ”

Captain Mark, who immediately understood, shouted: "Don't forget me, I am in charge of local security, besides, 'rebellion' has been useless for too long. ”

Biantris smiled, "Looks like you've found some new clues, there may be a new lair under the trap, do you have enough men?"

The three of them looked at the down-and-out poet who was always unserious, and Mark asked, "Why, do you want to participate? It's dangerous." In fact, Mark himself had never seen a living Psicoon Monster, he had only seen a dead thing lifted out of a lair.

"What is life and death, a living person can experience all kinds of exciting adventures and pass them on, is a meaningful life, but right now, I am missing something. The cunning guy twisted his fingers, he never thought it was a hurtful thing to talk about money.

If Biantris was hostile, he wouldn't have told them about the effects of the metal, and Tarrant no longer doubted Biantris' identity, and he looked at the other two and agreed to let him come along. As for the price, Tarrant didn't have much left, so he shook his money bag helplessly, "I owe it first."

"It's good that you owe me a favor", Biantris didn't mind, it seemed that money was not as important to him as he thought, and Tarrant already had a good impression of him.

"Bang", a soldier in armor rushed in from the door of the bar, looked around the bar, ran straight to Mark's table, and when he arrived at the table, he was out of breath, it was the soldier guarding the entrance of the cave, he shouted anxiously: "There is a situation!"