East of the city of Saint-Randall, a cabin in the woods.

Every spring, when the plants in the forest began to flourish, Elder Quinn would build a small stove in the clearing behind the hut and call in a few astrologer craftsmen to help strike the iron.

Every year, when the furnace is opened, it is the happiest time for Elder Quinn.

This time it happened to be just in time for the chains of forging Gwendrin, and the first item to enter the furnace this year was no longer pig iron with no spiritual power.

In the past, they always burned a piece of pig iron to heat it, then forged it repeatedly, returned to the furnace again to burn it red, and forged it again more than a dozen times.

During this time, the forger's spiritual power will flow down the hammer used to strike iron into the pig iron, until the red-hot iron is forged into the shape they want, and the spiritual power is not completed.

It is a sonorous symphony with rhythm and rhythm, but if there are too many people, it will become noisy and noisy. Quinn usually doesn't like to be disturbed by others, and this time he only called a few apprentices with the strongest spiritual power.

The clanging rang for a long time, and several apprentices handed over the work.

"Master, what do you think of this axe?"

Quinn said, "Generally, let's work harder." ”

The old man put one hand on the apprentice's shoulder with some difficulty, "I saw you beating this old axe at the end of the year, how many years have you been using it?"

"Ten years ago, you fought for your apprentice. ”

"Oh, that's it...... Come, you come. Quinn shook his head, calling out to the other, slightly older apprentice.

The apprentice in the distance staggered over, carrying a nearly fifteen-pound hammer in his hand.

"Give him a new one, with a fine blade, and steel, and in two days he will be able to chop wood. As he spoke, he commanded, "There's a guest coming later, stay in the backyard and don't disturb me." ”

"Yes, yes. ”

Quinn walked to the front yard. The spring breeze near the forest was still a little cool, so he put on a thin velvet cloak and stood at the entrance of the courtyard waiting for the guests who were coming.

"I'm here. A somewhat vicissitudes, but resolute voice sounded from the left.

Quinn looked over and saw through the shadows of the trees, where stood a tall, middle-aged man with a thin face, a bit of stubble on his chin, and a long knife as slender and cold as a crescent moon hanging from his waist.

The man stood there blankly, but his eyes flashed like a cheetah.

"Mr. Quinn, it's been a long time. The man took a few steps forward, still staring at each other with those piercing eyes, "I haven't seen you since that incident." ”

Quinn didn't speak, just squinted and smiled, his tan eyes shining with kindness.

The man walked a few more steps, as if catching the scent of his prey, and faced the old man directly.

"You're getting old so fast, Dawei. Quinn said jokingly.

The man, Dai Wei, unfastened his robe, and wore a warm brown swordsman's outfit that did not match his own coldness. He showed his face, from the tail of his eyebrows to his earlobes, another shocking scar.

The scar, which rose and fell with the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, was not as abrupt as it had been when he was younger.

The reason why a man has a scar on his face is because he has no spiritual power at all.

He was just an ordinary person, an ordinary swordsman.

"Huh...... Old man, spiritual power is the most important thing on this continent, you see, I, an ordinary human race, are actually aging so fast, no one can see that you are thirty years older than me. ”

Quinn laughed along with him and asked tremblingly, "How many years haven't you seen you?"

"It's been almost twenty years. ”

"What have you been doing all these years?"

Dai Wei held the scabbard with his hand and said in a deep voice, "I went to the Virginia Empire to practice swordsmanship...... You know. ”

"Still practicing...... I'm not tired. ”

"Twenty years ago, he was the first swordsman of the human race, and twenty years later, he should still be. ”

Quinn glanced at the other man silently, his slightly dry lips pursed.

The memories in his heart, accompanied by Dai Wei's words, rippled in a circle.

This Dai Wei, known as the First Swordsman, was once the personal guard of King Violet I, and among the royal guards, he was the only one, an ordinary human race without any spiritual power.

Because he has no spiritual power, Dai Wei's swordsmanship cannot be measured by the level of spiritual power, and naturally cannot be divided by the level of the spiritual power world.

But he was better than any of the psychic guards.

Quinn thought about the past, and when King I reigned, Dai Wei was naturally expected to be the last card of the royal family. And he was respectful, cautious, and tough, as sharp as his sword.

He practiced swordsmanship for decades, and not only was he extremely talented, but he even worked harder than ordinary people.

Quinn remembered that he and Dai Wei had first met thirty years ago. At that time, he had just come of age, and with a broken sword with a curling blade, he defeated one of the Emperor's sword-wielding psychics.

That spiritual magician already had medium-level spiritual power and had been practicing swordsmanship for ten years, but he was defeated by such a child who didn't know spiritual power......

Quinn saw his potential and accepted him as an astrologer, introducing him to His Majesty.

Of course, Dai Wei knew that the old man was using the power of the royal family to protect himself. And he firmly believed, devoted himself to learning, and learned royal swordsmanship for decades, and carried it forward until he became the first swordsman of the royal family and the first swordsman of the human race.

"What are you doing here?" asked Quinn.

"Under ......"

Of course, Quinn knew that he had a request for himself, and he was not annoyed, so he only squinted his eyes and said, "If you have something to say, say it quickly." ”

"Sir, I would like to ask you to help me repair a weapon. Dai Wei took off the saber at his waist and presented it to Quinn, bowing slightly.

"Is your sword broken?

"It's blunt, and I'd like you to help reforge it. ”

"I'm busy, the Great Spirit Messenger's weapon hasn't been repaired yet. Quinn said in a deep voice, "The old man only cultivates objects with spiritual power, and this ordinary sword can be reforged by any weapon shop." ”

"Old gentleman...... I can pay two Kent gold coins. ”

"Do you lack these three gold coins?" Quinn sneered, "If you have something to say, you can say a few words less if you beat around the bush." ”

Dai Wei then coughed lightly twice, relieving the awkward atmosphere between the two.

“...... Forget it, you leave the sword behind. It seemed that after much thought, Quinn spoke, "Next week, you find a Storm Courier to come and fetch it, don't come yourself." ”

Dai Wei was a little confused, but he didn't ask in detail and agreed.

It has been a long time since he returned to China, and now Violet, the water spirit master has won the battle under the leadership of King Ferrer, and it is no longer the era of frequent coups and bloodshed.

He was not the Emperor's bodyguard, presumably because Elder Quinn thought that he was going to travel everywhere, and wearing the guard sword of the First King with him was too ostentatious, revealing his former identity.

"Are the four major races still as strong as they were in the past?"

"It's hard to put into words, so be it. Quinn glanced at him, "The new patriarch of the Spirit Clan, who has only been in office for half a year, has killed the spirit beast in the Warlock Canyon in the north. ”

"Arks?" said Daverick, stunned.

Quinn smiled, "yes, interesting, there's a lot more you don't know." ”

"The new patriarch is the daughter of Lord Huanglu, although I already knew that the spirit clan was a very powerful powerhouse in the Violet spirit world, but I didn't expect it to be ......"

He smiled and said, "Let's talk about the merfolk clan later." ”

As soon as these words came out, Quinn's eyes immediately widened, and he said angrily, "Pay attention to your own identity, Dai Wei!"

Perhaps he had long been accustomed to the other party's attitude, Dai Wei did not refute, but was silent, leaving the old man long enough time to calm his anger.

Quinn gasped and scolded:

"You always ask about the merfolk clan! You remember to me that you are only a human race, the lowest bloodline, for the rest of your life!"

In such a tense atmosphere, Dai Wei changed his serious expression and laughed a little naughtily: "Everyone in the world covets the mermaid clan, including me. ”

"These are two different things, Dai Wei!" Quinn suppressed his voice and said angrily, "It's been twenty years, whether you want to practice swordsmanship now, or for some other purpose, don't dream!"

"You still don't trust me, and what you're doing will never implicate you. ”

Quinn retorted in an impassioned tone, "I'm old, I don't care about these trivial things! You've already made mistakes, and I can't watch you continue to make mistakes!"

"Oh...... Old man knows, do you want to go to the city of San Rondel to verify it again?"

The light in Dai Wei's eyes was a little dimmer than usual, he stared deeply at Quinn, and asked curiously, "Old man, what do you see?"

"Dai Wei, you haven't been staying in the Virginia Empire for the past twenty years. Seventeen years ago, you came back, didn't you?"

Quinn didn't give him a chance to answer at all, and still maintained the haughty posture of an astrologer and said:

"That year, the spiritualists of the four great races were exiled, and a new king ascended the throne...... The merfolk also fled from the northern border at that time, and the spy patriarch died tragically......"

"That year, King Ferrer got married, and he married the spirit envoy of the mermaid clan, and now Queen Ying!"

"Enough! Enough......" Dai Wei was a little excited, but immediately restrained his emotions and said in a deep voice: "These things have passed for so many years, and no one knows except you. ”

"You can use your swordsmanship to kill the old decay, then no one really knows. ”

"Huh...... Old sir," he laughed miserably and muttered to himself with his eyes down, "even if he kills you in the next great rebellion, there will still be people who will know and will continue to guard the secrets of the empire for you." ”

Quinn was stunned, and his voice couldn't help but become vigilant:

"What do you mean?"

"I just think that Elder Quinn has the world in mind and is wiser than the gods, and he will definitely leave the most important things to an inheritor. ”

Dai Wei bowed deeply, then raised his face and said:

"But I'm going to risk my life to go to the palace of St. Landel, and find out who else is coveting your heir. ”