"So, what am I going to do?" Ulysses couldn't help but ask curiously after inexplicably signing a secret contract. It was the first time he had encountered such a solemn task to sign a confidentiality contract.

Rare, is it really the emperor's secret treasure?

"Take this well. The girl didn't know when she took out a small translucent milky white crystal ball, and some white mist could be faintly seen in the crystal sphere, full of mystery.

Ulysses took the crystal ball, and the moment he first got it, he immediately felt how special this crystal ball was. It was a warm, as if it was about to melt into your hands. It's as if what he holds in his hand is not a cold crystal ball, but a kind of essence that contains life.

"What is this?" Ulysses carefully grasped the milky white crystal ball, and from the ball he felt a somewhat familiar aura, like an old friend he hadn't seen in a long time.

"This is a special treasure that can store the high-purity light caste magic you possess. From now on, you will always carry him. ”

"Hmm. Ulysses nodded, and put the crystal ball away with great care. Amazingly, he could even feel himself close to his chest, and the crystal ball was making an even breathing sound, like his other heart.

Sure enough, it's a magical treasure, so it really doesn't matter if you give it to him? This kind of secret treasure-like thing must be very valuable.

"Very well, the next thing you have to do is keep pouring your magic into this treasure. Come back to me when it's completely full and pure white. ”

In this way, Ulysses took on this seemingly inexplicable, but in fact very inexplicable task (for him).

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While Ulysses is working hard to pay off his debts at the hotel, Julia and Mira are walking down the widest streets of the city.

Located on the edge of the tribal region, Zelda City is a veritable large distribution city, where specialty goods from all over the continent can be seen. The shops on both sides of the street are filled with tribal products.

If it were a normal Yuria, she would have been excited about these novelties for a long time. After all, one of her biggest dreams is to travel around the continent to see all kinds of scenery. With her favorite brother, of course.

However, now she is not in that mood. Because just last night, something big happened that was enough to change her whole life. So, at this moment, she didn't mean to look at those novelty goods at all, but stared at a rough-looking shop on the corner of the street.

"Xiaoya, do you like that?" Mira held an umbrella and looked strangely at Yuria, who was staring intently at the shop.

She remembered that Xiaoya would not be interested in that kind of shop in the past. Because, it's a weapons store that sells all kinds of weapons.

"Hmm. Yulia nodded subconsciously, and then as if she was attracted, she involuntarily walked towards the weapon shop.

By the time she realized it, she had already walked into the weapons shop.

"Oh, it's rare for a little girl to come here. This is not the place where a young lady like you should be. Why, do you want to buy a decorative weapon as a toy?" The man who ran the weapon shop was an uncle who looked to be in his forties, and he couldn't help but whistle when he saw a little girl coming to the store.

The uncle's forehead and mouth had an unusually ugly huge claw mark, obviously scratched by some fierce beast. To survive such a serious injury has to be admired for his luck.

Like his fierce looks, the shop has a brutal mercenary vibe. A wide variety of razor-sharp swords are placed around, ranging from poisonous blowguns used by jungle assassins to large tower shields used by regular knights. The ceiling is even decorated with several skulls of demonic beasts of Bai Sensen.

However, although he looked vicious, the uncle looked at Yulia's eyes without any malice, but liked it very much. For older people, nothing makes them happier than energetic children. That represents the continuation of life, the future of humanity.

In contrast, Yulia, who was wearing a pink dress, did have a sense of incongruity when she stood in this pile of murderous weapons. And Mira, who walked into this weapon shop with Yulia, was even more confusing to the shopkeeper's uncle.

Since retiring from the mercenary industry, he never imagined that his weapon shop would have such an aristocratic lady. Although he was not an expert in clothing, he could also tell that the clothes of the noble lady who came later were made of enough material to buy his entire weapon shop.

Such a noble lady, what are you doing in a store that only mercenaries come to?

"That's what it is...... Weapon ......" Yulia stopped in front of a pile of broken weapons, and among this pile of weapons, the most common one was naturally the most used weapon on the continent - the sword.

However, from the terrible scars of these weapons, it can be seen that the vast majority of the owners of these weapons are no longer in this world. All that remains here is the wreckage that has been destroyed.

This is a corner that every weapon shop will have. These incomplete weapons are stacked in the most inconspicuous corners, marked with the cheapest prices, waiting for rookie mercenaries who are just starting out in the industry and can't afford to buy a full-fledged weapon, or for a blacksmith to finally melt them down into the most primitive metal and forge them into new weapons.

As with the haphazard stacking, these weapons come from a variety of sources, ranging from relics left behind by mercenaries who died in battle, broken in battle, and unsuccessful creations from the start. Without exception, they are all defects.

However, for Yuria, the weapons here are the most exciting things in the entire weapon shop. The reason why she came to this weapon shop uncontrollably was because she was attracted by these weapons.

She felt it, she felt their wails, she felt their grief, and she felt the reluctance, a complex fluctuation that a neatly arranged new weapon would never have.

Through these complex fluctuations, she could even vaguely see the history of these weapons that had come to an end.

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