As soon as he finished speaking, the dwarf quickly ran to the table next to the furnace where the tools were placed, but the rough Anro's movements were very agile, which was out of place for his size.

The boy casually found a wooden stool in the courtyard, sat down in a clean position, and watched the dwarf busily flip through the old books, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but hook.

Of course, he knew the origin of this sword, and the origin was very amazing.

Originally, when I first got this sword, I thought it was just an ordinary West Pole straight sword, just like An Luo.

It wasn't until Charlotte obtained the 'Secret Treasure of the Star Creator' that one night at sea wandered, Charlotte was idle and had a pain, oh no, in order to test the effect of the 'system', he carried out the straight sword in his hand.

And as a result, almost scared off his jaw.

"I said," Demi crouched down next to Charlotte and looked at his busy grandfather with a puffed cheek, "Did you really steal Morey's 'Judgment of Fire'?

The young man smiled without changing his face, but in essence, he secretly sweated in his heart.

Charlotte not only stole Morey's scimitar, but even threw him himself into an extremely terrible place.

(Little girl, you won't want to know.) ）

"Ah, sort of. It's just that I was lucky that day, and I stole it along with that prosthetic leg, it was all a coincidence. ”

"Oh, yes. It seems that grandpa is right, people should not be disguised. Demi looked at the busy Anro, and looked intrigued, "That, thank you." And I'm sorry, I apologize for the behavior just now. ”

"It's fine, but what do you want to thank me?"

"Stealing Lerod Morey's weapon, of course, is rumored to have slaughtered nearly a thousand unarmed civilians, stealing his special weapon is tantamount to pulling out his teeth, and I thank you for all those who suffered because of Morey. Oh, but it's not right to steal. ”

"Thank you so much for the compliment. Anyway, don't you have to guard the shop?"

It wouldn't be good if she asked again.

"Yes, I'll go back now, or I'll be scolding my grandfather again." The red-haired girl stood up abruptly and ran to the wooden door of the store, "By the way, I haven't introduced it yet, my name is Annalon Demi, and I was adopted and raised by my grandfather since I was a child." If you need to, you can come to our store at any time. ”

Charlotte beckoned, signaling understanding.

(It turns out that it is not biological...) ）

I thought there was cross-racial love in this world.

When the girl disappeared from his view, the boy yawned in boredom.

(Looks like it will take a lot of time...) ）

.....

Towards dusk, the entire harbor seems to be covered with a thin layer of gold dust. In the courtyard of the hammersmith's shop, the red-haired boy adjusted his breathing and closed his eyes.

Suddenly, Charlotte felt herself being nudged and opened her eyes to find Demi standing beside her, looking at her grandfather with a worried face.

"What's wrong?" the boy asked, confused, and looked at the girl's line of sight, and found the dwarf with his hands propped up on the table, staring intently at the broken straight sword on the table, motionless like a statue.

"Grandpa Anluo, he, he's been holding that action for more than three moments. The girl said uneasily.

"Well, okay. He should be fine, it's just that he's overburned. Charlotte stood up, stretched, and walked over to Anro, "Then it's time to get to the bottom of the mystery." ”

Demi followed closely behind Charlotte, and the two came behind Anro, and found that there were all kinds of books and tools on the table, and it seemed that Anroe had put a lot of effort into it.

He stretched out his palm and shook it in front of the dwarf's eyes, but there was no response.

What's going on? Is it really burning out your brain?

Charlotte was about to cry out in Anro's ear when she suddenly saw the dwarf's beard trembling.

"Grandpa Anro, are you alright?" asked Demi worriedly, clenching her hands worriedly.

"Boy. Why do you have this sword?" Anro finally spoke, but his expression looked a little crazy, and his tone was very gloomy, "If you had left this shop directly, I wouldn't have 'heard' it, and I might even miss this opportunity." ”

"If I miss it, I'll regret it for the rest of my life. The dwarf turned his head to look at Charlotte in front of him, and grabbed the boy's arms with trembling hands, "Tell me! How did you get it?"

"Well, this sword was given to me by a friend a long time ago. ”

"Friend?!Don't be kidding, you're from Dongyuan!" An Luo's voice became louder and louder, and his expression became more and more excited, "Tell me, did you steal it?!"

"It hurts!" the young man felt his arm grasp by a strong force, and gradually tightened, "You let me go first, I'm not a thief, but I don't have a habit of stealing other people's things." ”

"Then tell me, why are you a Dongyuan person..."

"You can actually have the 'Sword of the Holy Sword'?!"

Sure enough, it was consistent with the results identified by the system.

"What is that?" asked Demi, scratching her head, confused.

Anro narrowed his eyes, glanced at Charlotte meaningfully, and then withdrew his hands and walked restlessly back and forth in front of the table.

"'The Sword of the Holy Sword', simply put, is the sword of the sword before it was cast into the 'Holy Sword'. In the Holy Church, the Holy Sword is held by the Holy Maidens of each generation, and when the Holy Maidens were first chosen as candidates for the Holy Maidens, the Pope would personally award them a 'Sword of the Holy Sword'. ”

"As the saints grow up, they must nourish the 'sword mawn' with their pure blood, and even need to constantly wield and temper it. When the Pope is officially crowned as a saint, the sword will eventually be cast and become a dazzling 'holy sword' engraved in history. ”

"And the power and effect of each holy sword in history are by no means the same, depending on the way the saints grow up, so each 'holy sword' after casting has its own unique name. ”

"It can be said that this sword is equivalent to the flag of the Church, the symbol of the Church, this is a veritable 'epic level' weapon!

An Luo's expression gradually became excited again.

Seeing this, Xia Luo secretly said that it was bad, and quickly explained: "Please believe me, this is really a gift from a friend of mine. I only learned about the origin of this straight sword after I came to the West Pole Continent, and if I had known that it was so valuable, it wouldn't have become like this. ”

"Hmph, it seems that the identity of your friend is not simple. Even if what you say is true, Lao Tzu suggests that you find a hidden place and bury it. ”

"If you let the madmen of the Holy Sect know that you, a person from Dongyuan, actually possess the 'Sword of the Holy Sword', those people will find you even if they dig three feet into the ground, and then tie you to a wooden pillar and burn you to death!"

Bury the 'sword scum'?

This was given to him by his fiancée when he was young, and it stands to reason that Charlotte couldn't throw away the broken straight sword.

"No, I can't. The boy shook his head resolutely, "I want to fix it anyway." ”

"Boy, you're playing with fire, you know?! I'm not going to do anything like that!" the dwarf turned angrily, ignoring Charlotte.

"Oh yes?" Charlotte curled the corners of her mouth, "I don't know who it was just now, and by the dwarven god, this broken straight sword is nothing more than an ordinary rotten sword." ”

The dwarf turned his back to Charlotte and was silent.

"I don't know who it is, I swear by the god of dwarves, and if you lose the bet, you have to listen to the other party. ”

“......”

"I don't know who it is..."

"Okay, okay, that's enough!" Anro waved his hand impatiently, "Okay, okay, listen to you! ”

"That's great, thank you. The boy smiled at the dwarf.

"Hmph, if you hadn't shown me the 'Sword Sword' and the 'Fire Trial', Lao Tzu wouldn't have bothered to pay attention to you. The dwarf muttered quietly.

"What?"

"It's nothing! Boy, you have to promise me first, you must not say to the outside world, it is Lao Tzu and I will help you repair and forge this 'sword sword'. ”

"Of course that's fine, I can swear. Charlotte nodded earnestly.

"Also, the damage to this sword is too bad, and it is impossible to repair it. An Luo touched his beard and thought for a moment before saying, "I can only carry out the next stage of forging." Although I still have some materials and ores for forging, there is one key material that I can't obtain, so you can only find it yourself. ”

"Oh, what's that material?" asked the boy curiously.

"It's a bit of a hassle... The key ingredient is the ore of a demigod-level creation," Anro said with annoyance, "Without it, there is no way to forge it." ”

(Mom, so troublesome?)

Demigod-level creations can be said to be extremely rare, and there are many powerful people who are difficult to encounter a demigod-level creation even in their lifetime.

And only his own bandages on Xia Luo's body belong to demigod-level creations, and these bandages were obtained by Confucius with great difficulty, so you can imagine how precious they are.

“... What's the name of that ore?"

"Huh. The dwarf sighed, as if with some pity, "It's the 'Celestial Stone'. ”

Charlotte looked at the dwarf in surprise, "W-what?

"It's the 'Celestial Stone', an ore that can only be found in the Celestial Realm, and its function is to emit divine light and insulate silence. I only need one piece!" Speaking of this, An Luo couldn't help but feel a pang of regret that this ore had been completely sealed off by the Sect and possessed by himself.

How could a weak teenager go to the Heavenly Realm to dig ore?

"So, huh. You'd better dismiss that thought. The dwarf shook his head.

"You mean, this one?"

I saw the young man take out a snow-white stone from his backpack that exuded a warm glow, its light was not dazzling or obvious, but it made people feel reassuring and sacred.

“...”

Anro's eyes widened, staring blankly at the snow-white stone in Charlotte's hand, his mouth was wide enough to put down an egg, and he couldn't speak for a long time.