Chapter 972 954. Farewell
“This, right.”
The giant’s huge finger touched the sword surface of [turbid current: destruction].
It makes a dull 'bang' sound.
“This one has the roughest craftsmanship and the strangest materials.”
"This." The huge finger turned and pointed at the Sword of the Lake Lady.
"The craftsmanship of the forger is similar to mine. But the direction is very different."
Lan En's strange eyes turned back and forth between the two swords with very different shapes.
Although the giant's expressive ability is not strong, Lan En's understanding ability is strong enough. So he still understood what the giant blacksmith meant.
The Sword of the Lake Lady is a weapon made by God, and the forger is the Lady of the Lake. The giant in front of him is the blacksmith of the gods in this world, and has served the gods since the age of mythology.
Perhaps even earlier, the weapons of the gods in the ancient dragon war may have come from his hands.
The level difference between them may be so small that the giant blacksmith is afraid of having his own way, so this weapon might as well not be used.
But the giant sword next to it was first made of Valyrian steel by Berengar, and then added with Nergigante material in the hands of the leader of the second phase of the New World.
Although their skills are among the best in the industry, compared with the skills of gods.
It can only be said that there is still considerable room for improvement.
With a 'crack' sound, Lan En put the Lake Girl's Sword back into the scabbard on his waist with one hand.
[turbid current·annihilation] was placed on the anvil in front of the giant.
The wedge-shaped stones and the original wedge-shaped stones were also placed in the hands of the giant.
"There is an original wedge-shaped stone disk, and I can strengthen it to a very powerful level."
The giant seemed to be counting stones in his hand, and he plucked the material in his hand with one finger. After dialing back and forth, he tilted his head and asked Lan En again.
"Are you using it all?"
"There should be nothing else on my body that is worthy of using this material."
Lan En said while holding his chin with one hand.
“Understood.”
Then there was another sound of clanging iron.
The palm-sized wedge-shaped stones and the stone tablet-sized wedge-shaped stone discs had disappeared in the blink of an eye.
When the giant blacksmith handed the giant sword to Lan En again, the size and weight of the sword had not changed.
It makes people wonder where the volume of so much material has disappeared.
But in this world with abnormal rules, maybe this state is considered normal.
After being strengthened, [Turbid Current·Destruction] has no change in appearance.
But when Lan En took hold of it, a violence and fury that was far greater than before and almost turned into an illusion immediately shot up from the hilt of the sword into his heart.
The iris in the witcher's pupil suddenly shrank into a line.
This momentum is much stronger than before!
Although in the past, due to the material of Nergigante, the essence of the monster gave this sword some aura of Nergigante, it was far from as obvious as it is now!
If in the past, ordinary people had to stand closer and almost touch the sword to feel the ferocity of this sword, then now.
"If I put this sword in the house, will no one dare to go in?"
Lan En's hand followed the hilt of the sword and stroked the broad surface of the sword down.
The leather gloves made a pleasant friction sound against steel.
His iris and pupils have returned to normal.
After all, the materials for this sword were all cut from the Nergigante himself. How could he be frightened by a sword made from these materials?
The giant blacksmith tilted his head: "Maybe even bugs, rats, and wild dogs wouldn't want to get in."
Okay.
Lan En shook his head and smiled.
It seems that it has become a 'demon sword' just as the Nilfgaardian rumors said.
“Thank you.”
Lan En put the giant sword back into the alchemical leather bag and waved towards the giant behind the anvil.
The giant also nodded slowly.
Lane accepted the gratitude of the giant blacksmith and is now ready to leave Irushil.
He went to see Gwendelin before leaving.
The product of the dragon transformation experiment poisoned him. Even the gods couldn't bear something from the hands of a person like Oceroes.
Therefore, although Gwendelin was freed from the oppression of the battle, there was still no recovery.
It seems that we can only wait for Rosalia to come to Cold Valley to cure her with that powerful miracle that is as warm as the sun.
"Are you leaving?"
Gwendelin was lying on a red velvet bench in the mansion, giving a weak greeting to the witcher. Youershika put her legs together and sat obediently next to her brother.
This was the first time Lan En came to this mansion. He was too pressed for time before and couldn't take a look.
The floor is a marble floor polished to the point where it can be used as a mirror, and there will be a crisp collision sound when you step on it.
There are many oil paintings depicting ancient stories hung on the walls, but for Gwendelin who lives here, these things are 'memories', not 'legends'.
"Yes, I came here to defeat Eldridge. Now that he even has firewood in your hands, I have accomplished my goal."
"And, I also I want to go home and take a look. After all, the fire is fading and the world is dangerous."
Lan En said while holding the roaring bear head pendant on his chest.
The demon hunter's pendant has vaguely felt the arrival of the tide of chaotic magic.
"What you said is absolutely true." Gwendelin pursed his lips and reluctantly agreed with Lan En. But he saw the witcher looking past him and looking at the wall behind him.
Gwendelin remembered that the oil painting on that wall was a side-lying portrait of his sister, [Sunshine Princess] Gwen Aviya.
The plump, gentle and loving image has always been loved by all things.
"That is the portrait of my eldest sister, Princess Sunshine. It is also the true form of Rosalia you serve."
Gwendelin explained to Lan En, but for some unknown reason, He added at the end.
"Although there is nothing unusual about this painting, I hope you know: my eldest sister is not much different in size from my eldest brother. She is actually a majestic and tall god."
There is no reference in the painting, but even though the unknown king has been practicing hard for tens of thousands of years, his body is as thin as black steel. He is also a powerful figure standing four to five meters tall.
The Protoss calls humans ‘dwarves’, indeed using their own stature as a frame of reference.
Lan En didn't quite understand why he was telling himself this, and he wasn't actually a goddess knight serving Rosalia.
But he was about to leave, and Lan En had no intention of correcting him carefully.
Just bowed slightly to Shadow Sun, who was lying weakly on the bench.
Gwendelin, after a period of silence, pursed his lips and struggled to remove the Dark Moon Crown from his head.
His face was completely exposed, looking directly at the witcher with his eyes. Lan En felt that this was actually a goddess.
"Do you have to leave?"
But before Lan En could respond, Gwendelin shook his head and sighed.
"Irushil has been ruined in my hands, and there is really no need to cherish it. I hope you have a safe journey in this decadent and innocent world."
He stretched out his arms tremblingly The slender palm that transformed into a claw seemed to want Lan En to hold it.
The witcher did not hesitate, thinking that this was Irushil's farewell etiquette.
Lan En stepped forward and bent down, holding Gwendelin's hand.
But Gwendelin quickly retracted his hand and turned his face away.
Just sitting on the side was Youershika, sitting dignifiedly with her legs together and her body leaning forward slightly.
Represents the etiquette of farewell.
——
"Xilulu!"
'I hope that when we return to the Netherworld Church, nothing will happen again there. ’
Lan En and Flanbuqiu were riding on Qilin’s back. The bumpy mountain road could not make Qilin feel any pressure, and he could even complain easily.
Then Lan En slapped the side of Qilin's slender neck, making a 'pop' sound.
This slap is enough to kill a person, but to the ancient dragon of the New World, it is just a 'little fight' between friends.
Just like two thunder wolf dragons playing with each other by slapping their mouths.
After fanning, Lan En held Qilin's mouth frantically and shook it, causing the mane on its neck to fly.
"Shut up now! I hope it gets better!"
The flannel ball also ran to the unicorn's head, meowing and tugging on the unicorn's pale horns. A shake.
Qilin, knowing that he said the wrong thing, immediately shut his mouth.
There were no twists and turns on the way back to the Deep Church from Irushil, which somewhat relieved Lan, who had already experienced many things in this world.
After avoiding the many wandering souls entrenched at the entrance of the Deep Church, Lan En once again saw this huge and deep church.
Everything is business as usual, no chaos, no fighting.
“Look at what you look like.”
Leonard’s voice came from the second-floor terrace of the church, echoing in the empty church.
He stood at the edge of the terrace and looked down at Lan En and his party who had just entered.
Of course, there was a natural mockery in his tone as always.
“Do you think that Rosalia’s followers would be as disloyal as Sullivan?”
“No, that’s not the case.”
< br>Of course Lan En would not admit it. He led Qilin and Velvet Ball and said to Leonard while being lifted up to the second floor by the huge raised fence gate.
Lan En spread his hands with a smile on his face.
Faced with this posture and this face, few people can feel hostile.
Although Leonard didn’t know why he was unhappy with him, it seemed that he couldn’t say anything bad in this situation.
So he just made a 'cut' sound under the silver mask, turned around and led Lan En towards Rosalia's bedroom.
“I came here this time to bid farewell to the goddess.”
"Farewell?" Leonard turned around in surprise while leading the way, "Where else can you go in this situation?"
"I also have a place to go back to."
Lan looked like he didn't want to say too much, while Leonard was just surprised for a while, and then he looked indifferent.
"Oh, it's up to you. But when the time comes, don't be surrounded by wandering spirits. Just draw a charm to summon me."
"Oh, thank you for reminding me. Otherwise, I still wouldn't be able to remember. You can do that.”
Leonard seemed helpless and speechless, and could only adjust the silver mask on his face with his hands.
".You are really annoying, Lan En."
"Really? You are the first to say such a thing. Don't worry, I won't take it seriously."
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(End of this chapter)