There are only three types of people in this world who know about witch hunting knives: forgers, users, and wizards who are hunted by these weapons. Among them, the forgers of the witch-hunting knife, those who created this weapon, their existence seems to be more mysterious than the witch-hunting knife itself.

Some say that the technology of these weapons came from an unprecedented collaboration between elven and dwarven craftsmen in ancient times, and it is true that the characteristics of witch hunting knives are similar to those forged by elven secret craftsmen, and their usefulness is in line with the style that the dwarves revered. But anyone who knows even the slightest thing about these two races will understand that this speculation is simply nonsense. There is a fundamental difference in the casting concepts between the two, which also leads to the fact that the two casting styles can hardly learn from each other, let alone cooperate.

It is also said that this weapon originated from some hidden human family who threw their works into the world according to prophecy, maintaining the balance between light and darkness. This is an even more untenable explanation, because if there is such a large family or organization that has the skills to craft witch-hunting knives, and they can distribute their works to various parts of the world as they wish, then they should be fully capable of solving the problems that will arise in those places on their own. Rather than relying on the so-called prophetic messengers.

As for the other conjectures about the forger of the witch hunt, it is even more fanciful. Therefore, because of their mystery, the Forgers, the only group with the ability to fully explain witch-hunting knives, have long been hidden in the darkness of history. So who of the remaining two knows more about witch hunting knives?

According to the habitual thinking, it should be the users, they are the ones who wield the weapons, and they should know their weapons well. But the truth is that ordinary people don't have many opportunities to fight wizards, and many owners of witch-hunting knives are not aware of the difference between the weapons in their hands and other weapons, even if they have held the "Iron Rule" witch-hunting knife for many years like Atticus, he does not know what kind of power this weapon has. Even according to sources, the same witch hunting knife behaved very differently in the hands of different owners.

So the irony happened, the prey that should have been hunted by the witch hunting knife became the person who could find the best understanding of them in the world. Wizards are desperate to find out exactly why this damn weapon can break their spells, and why it can boost the wielder's physical strength. Of course, most wizards who were interested in witch-hunting knives eventually died under this weapon, but the manuscripts and other information they left behind still give a vague understanding of witch-hunting knives.

Cheese happens to have read a lot of manuscripts about it. Because he once suspected that the power of the witch hunting knife had something to do with another force in his body. Although it turned out that there was no connection between the two, it allowed the mage to gain the relevant knowledge. And this knowledge points to the fact that if the user wants to be comfortable using the witch hunting knife...

“... You have to find the commonalities between yourself and the witch hunting knife. Cheese pointed at Lothar, then at his tomahawk, and said.

"Commonality?" repeated the word in confusion as the Count of Montenegro repeated. He didn't understand what that meant.

The mage nodded, "Commonality, you can understand it as some kind of resonance between the user and the weapon. For example, the tie between the iron rule and the iron knight is to use the knightly path as a bond, so that the weapon can always give its owner strength and maintain the state of the body. ”

"But I don't know what the bond between me and it is. Lothar said with a frown, in fact, he only had the impression that the witch hunting knife showed extraordinary power once he encountered a witch. You can't let Qili tempt herself again.

"It's simple. Our character and will are accumulated by memory, and the deeper the memory, the more it can change a person, and you will definitely find the answer when you return to your memory. The mage said, pulling something out of his robes. These are two round stone flakes with a luster that is characteristic of being washed by the current. On each of these two stone tablets is an eye, one on the left and one on the right, which happens to be a pair.

"Meditation stones, covering them over your eyes will take you into a shallow dream. There you still have a certain ability to think. Cheese put the meditation stone in Lothar's hand, and pulled out a small wooden stick from his cuff, the top of which was a round net made of vines, and the horizontal and vertical vines hung with tiny shells and feathers, "Dream catcher, this thing will awaken your memory." Although the effect is not as good as that of specially configured potions, it is not so much to care about now. ”

The mage's successive props made the Count of Montenegro begin to wonder if the others had wanted to do this for a long time, otherwise how could the preparations be so comprehensive?But now there was no time to be suspicious, Lothar had already trusted Cheese quite a lot, and at this time he did not hesitate to lie down on the spot. But just as he was about to put the meditation stone on his eye, a question suddenly occurred to him, "Wait, how long is this going to last? ”

Cheese tilted his head, "Don't worry, people think ten times faster in dreams than in reality, as long as you hurry up, it won't take long." ”

The Count listened no more, closed his eyes, pressed the stone shard against his eyelids, and soon his breathing calmed down.

"I'm going to dig out his memories, and I'll leave the surrounding vigilance to you during this time. The mage said to the wolfwalker beside him, closing his eyes as Jack nodded. He wielded the dreamcatcher in his hand, swinging up and down erratically around Lothar, as if to catch something unseen.

Jack saw two streams of air erupt from his nose, and his dark green wolf pupils moved away from his companion, looking for possible dangers lurking around him.

The Wolfwalker's breath was so obvious in the murky air that it was like two uncertain white mist that condensed into hoarfrost on the cold glass window......

"Whew..."The scene seen through the glass is the schoolyard outside the castle, where some arrow targets and dummies are placed for training. The lower walls and moats farther out were covered in snow, and the river was frozen over. After all, the construction of such fortifications in the north is of limited use. Further beyond the moat, it was a little blurry, but you could still see the shadows of the houses and the smoke rising into the sky.

"Aha! I knew you had snuck into my study again!" a hoarse but passionate voice sounded from behind. The scene in front of me suddenly changed from the scenery outside the window to the interior, and a tall middle-aged man wearing leather armor with a large amount of fur padded inside showed a mouth of yellow teeth and pounced on him with a smile.

"Uncle!" The childish voice came out of his mouth, wait, why is this sound so familiar?Lothar watched the man he called Uncle pick him up, and then he remembered that the person in front of him was none other than the patriarch of the executioner family of the Greylion Kingdom, the previous master of Hearn's hand, Grand Duke Harold III of the Blood Axe.