Someone once said to Barrett that he was a very nostalgic person.

Barrett himself did not like this description, because in his opinion, the word "nostalgia" revealed a different kind of nostalgia and nostalgia, which usually only occurred with bards and aristocratic maidens, and had nothing to do with himself.

The barbarian attributed this description to the tradition of Nord, after all, this kingdom is the only human country that still retains burials, and as a native of Nord, he is naturally influenced by tradition.

Is it also a traditional influence on the 'Iron Bride'? Barrett couldn't tell. He didn't know why he was doing this, why he just held it without asking. He only knew that this sword had a very special meaning for him.

The cold touch came from the palm of his hand, and the activated Mithril was not as soft as Barrett had imagined, but like ordinary steel, the texture was extremely hard and could not be embedded in flesh and blood. Barrett didn't know if it was due to the Adamantite or if it was originally in this strange form.

The activated Mithril on the hilt of the sword spread up the palm of his hand, and although it seemed slow, it was several times faster than when he had devoured metal before. The covered skin felt a bone-chilling coldness and a piercing pain, as if flesh and bones were about to melt.

"What are you doing? The elven craftsman's face was full of anxiety and shock.

It seems that this thing does not only eat metal, but the name 'activated Mithril' is also likely to be a cover to deceive outsiders. In Barrit's view, no race of civilization can be called completely bright, as the proverb goes, 'where the light is stronger, the shadow is darker'.

"She's a young girl, and she's only ...... this year," the corners of the brute's mouth twitched with pain, "she's just coming of age." Although she has always been strong, she still needs a little help from me. The barbarian smiled and said, "Not much, a little is enough." I want her to know that I'm there for her. ”

"She, who is she, your weapon, what do you really think ......"

"Like you said, a statue, a poem, and so on, a sword, why not?" Barrett said, "I think you, as an elf, should be able to understand. ”

The elven craftsman Querion was silent, and the little mage's expression of surprise was a little meaningless, "I always thought that the title 'Iron Bride' was just a casual call, but I didn't expect ......" He paused and then said, "If you are from my world, it is likely to be a very standard 'debt'. ”

'Are you from my world?aren't we one world?or are you referring to the mage's world?? Barrett didn't know.

The elven craftsman recovered from shock and silence, followed by another spell of unknown meaning. The spread of activated Mithril on Barrett's wrist has decreased a lot, but it is still stubbornly climbing upward, like a wild dog gnawing at flesh and bones, and will not let go no matter how you beat it.

"Even the beast of the circus, which has been completely tamed, cannot be allowed to taste human flesh. Otherwise, you won't really be able to control it anymore. The elven craftsman sighed.

"It's okay, even if he feeds this arm to this guy, I can help him recover. Kreese looked calm. "Potions is my forte, and I can get you a few bottles of Filinka Severed Limb Regeneration Potion right now, and it's a double potent modified version. ”

The little mage patted the brute on the shoulder, "The most important thing is that it has no side effects at all, and it is completely different from the one you drank before. Well, do you want to try it? I haven't tried it on humans since I improved it. After hearing the little mage's words, the elven craftsman's worried expression eased a lot.

Haven't used it on humans?So you dare to say that there are no side effects at all?Barrett was speechless, "It's okay, I can hold on for the time being." ”

He could feel that his arm was covered with a very thin layer of activated Mithril, but it felt like it was being tightly clamped, as if it had entered the stomach of a python, and he couldn't move at all. And the skin on the surface of the arm is still dissolving little by little, digested by this greedy python.

The speed of this dissolution is not too fast, and perhaps the cumbersome patterns lit up on the round table have played a certain role in inhibiting it. On the other hand, due to the powerful effect of the [Troll Regeneration] talent, the dissolved skin slowly recovered little by little at a similar slow speed. In this way, dissolution and recovery seem to have reached some kind of eerie balance.

There won't be any major problems with the arm for the time being, but the pain in the heart is still there. Barrett had no choice but to grit his teeth and insist, and even if he wanted to, he couldn't let go of it at this time, unless he cut off his left hand and half of his arm.

"To be honest, I'm quite curious about the properties behind this sword. The little mage touched his hairless chin and said, "You know, in the ancient barbarian era, when people forged important weapons, they always sacrificed blood, livestock, and even life to the forge furnace, so that good weapons could be forged. ”

"It's also the first time I've seen this happen. Querion leaned over to take a closer look, his wrinkled face becoming serious, "Maybe I should have recorded this process in its entirety, whether it will be successful or not, it will be a valuable experience." ”

At this time, Barritt who was being observed could no longer care about this, he closed his eyes, sank his heart, and tried to find the feeling of being connected to the 'Iron Bride' blood through the activated Mithril.

It didn't take long for Barrett to finally find the feeling of holding the girl's palm and fighting with her. "Don't be afraid, I'm right there for you. He said silently in his heart.

And at this moment, he suddenly heard the exclamation of the elven craftsman Quillion, "How is this possible? The activated Mithril actually retreated from your arm!"

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When Barrett opened his eyes, the restored 'Iron Bride' lay quietly in the palm of his hand. This strong girl is a little taller than before, and she has become more attractive than before.

Her body has a very shallow layer, like a fire cloud and a strange pattern of flowing water, and there is occasionally a flash of red or blue streamer on the surface, which is deep and clear.

"I have to say, she's so beautiful!" the little mage admired. "Look at the light, it's like an enchanted weapon. But what exactly is enchanted? I don't think anyone but Barrett can know. He said meaningfully. Then, the young man clapped his hand as if he remembered something, "By the way, since this sword has been reborn, you might as well give it a new name." ”

"It's so important to you, well, huh...... "What about the word 'A'maelamin'?" suggested Quillion, "and in Elvish, it means 'my beloved'. ”

"What do you think?" asked Kreese.

What do I love, what do I love?" Barrett gripped the hilt of his sword hard, "Well, then it's called 'Emmela Memere Nemesis'!"

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