"Nice garbage." With just a glance, the crow accurately judged that the bone hilt itself was the most "valuable" part of the iron sword.

But to the crow, this thing is really just garbage, it only contains the characteristics equivalent to the Sequence 7 "Arsonist", and the Amon family's private collection is completely complete with items from the "Hunter" path.

As for the line of writing, the crow also saw it, so from the appearance to the engraving, there was nothing about this sword that interested it, and if it weren't for the fact that Esther also noticed that value and picked it up, the crow didn't even bother to give an evaluation.

After all, just looking at this sword will remind the crow of some of the past.

"It's familiar, isn't it?" Esther is no stranger to the long sword, a cold weapon, but this iron one is obviously heavier than the original "pale bone nail", which is better than nothing for her now.

"Hmm." The crow replied perfunctorily.

"If my memory is correct, Medici's legions are equipped with longswords of the same standard," Esther raised her sword, and a red fireball condensed and gushed out from the front, flying four or five meters before disappearing into the darkness, "but it is specially created with extraordinary characteristics, and is usually not used by 'hunters'."

"Well, it's usually given as a special 'reward' to someone who has had legionary exploits and who have fallen in their families."

"I really don't know that......

Esther pondered for a few seconds, and suddenly reacted, "Wait, you mean to do it with the extraordinary characteristics of a soldier who died in battle?"

The crow muttered in a rigid tone, "Some people think it's very memorable. And me? I'll just feel like it's a waste."

Esther now felt that she was not holding it any longer, nor was she throwing the sword: "This bone can't be my own......, right?"

"I don't know, you can try divination."

Esther hesitated for a few seconds, then decided to take it as if she hadn't heard of it, "I don't know divination."

She looked up at the skeleton hanging beside her, two meters above the ground, and sighed silently.

If it was before, maybe she would still have the idea of "entering the earth for peace", but now, Esther can feel the indifference of alienation from things.

Even after she realized it, she didn't have any idea of changing.

"You don't know divination?"

"After all, I'm just a 'thief now.'"

The crow heard the secret disgust in Esther's words, and chattered her arm again and again, "What's wrong with 'stealers'?"

Esther only laughed, and in front of Amun, she had a hard time answering the question.

However, after some interruption, she remembered what she had wanted to do, and Esther opened the glowing woven bag and pulled out a cloud of spores from it.

As soon as it fell into her palm, the soft outer layer of the spore began to spontaneously extend into filaments visible to the naked eye, wrapped around her fingers with affection.

Esther didn't even need to dig a pit of dirt, and in the seconds she tossed the thing to the ground, a layer of frosty mycelium had spread out and dug into the ground on its own.

The crow blinked, intrigued by the sight in front of him, "Is it mutating too?"

"Of course, there will be changes, and when combined with the life of the 'earth' path, even the ethereal spirit can obtain a more active entity."

"Can't you let the paranoid do this?"

Esther casually stuck the sword on the ground next to her, then leaned down, and pressed her palm against the glowing mycelium, not caring that it was squirming against her palm, the expression on her face was quite gentle: "I'm afraid not now, flesh and blood are always different."

"That is, if He can go further in the future, he can still do it." The crow said thoughtfully.

Esther withdrew her hand and stared at her palm for a moment, "I seem to owe you an apology."

The crow's voice instantly became cold

"Enough, if you keep talking, I'll really feel sick to my stomach."

"Hey, you're going to have a time like this?"

Listening to Esther's happy laughter, it was as if she had taken advantage of it - but in fact, on the contrary, the feathers on the crow in her arms were almost puffed up, and a subtle and sharp intuition of crisis made Esther stop laughing for a moment, but there was still a strange look on her face.

The crow couldn't read it, and didn't bother to explore what it meant.

"Okay, I won't say it," Esther's tone was still gentle, not caring about the horror of being targeted.

The mycelium stacked and arched, and there was no visual difference between it and a pile of flesh monsters squirming to get up, except that its light flickered, revealing a pale yellow halo. Esther could feel that it was responding to herself, and that intimate attitude was almost like a child trying to offer to her mother.

Her hand lifted from the bottom up, and the half-formed mushroom responded to her attempt to communicate, the light growing stronger from the root and rapidly spreading upward, forming a distinct conveyor structure like a blood vessel inside.

Point after point of light crept up inside the pipe, humming from close to Esther's palm, and the dots of light below were almost huddled together with hesitation, barely swimming away in a trembling way. It wasn't until Esther withdrew her hand that the light continued to flow smoothly, and her eyes were a little dazed.

It wasn't until the tall mushroom in front of her was completely formed, and Esther only glanced at it, and noticed that it was much larger than its counterparts in Silver City, and its shape was more sleek, with a distinct snake scale shape, and the scattered light was more stable and expansive.

Esther drew the sword again, easily shaking the dirt off the long, piercing blade. Judging by the degree of preservation of this sword, it is likely that it was once made of special materials, otherwise it would be difficult to maintain its original brightness even if it was constantly recast and polished over such a long period of time.

Esther remembered that she was still in Adam's "healing" room, but she had seen Medici in the Southern Continent, and although it was only a brief contact, she had given him that special cloak of flesh and blood......

Pinning the long sword to her side, Esther subconsciously touched the empty neckline, and suddenly remembered that she was still a little unaccustomed: "But this sword obviously belongs to a certain descendant in the legion."

"The descendant hangs behind you." The crow said unceremoniously.

"I'm not talking about this, it's Medici's business, I've seen him in both the North and South Continents."

"Yes......

Esther could hear the crow's indifference to the subject, and she thought back to what Medici had said at the time, and the-for-tat attitude: "Something unpleasant has happened between you."

"I plotted to kill Him, are you satisfied with the answer?"