Infinite Throne

   Chapter 351 Are you our Master?

   This line...how to answer?

   Should I not come?

  You come and I come too?

   I won't come if you don't come?

  Irin hesitated for 0.3 seconds, too lazy to talk nonsense, and directly took out the [Blank Excalibur Crystal] dug from the wolf's den.

   "Hurry up, don't talk nonsense, hurry up."

  Gelang Blacksmith: "…"

   The blacksmith stopped what he was doing.

   looked unhappy.

   But he still honestly wiped the bead of sweat on his forehead, his big dry and cracked hand, took Yi Rin's blank Excalibur crystal, and looked at it carefully.

   "Purity... just barely."

   After a while, the silent blacksmith finally said something human.

   Yi Rin heard the words, his expression slightly startled: "This kind of crystal, there is a distinction between purity?"

   The blacksmith smiled coldly, and rubbed his big hand a few times on the blank Excalibur crystal.

  Irin watched helplessly as the blacksmith's calloused palm rubbed the surface of the crystal, and a thin layer of white powder was squeezed between his palms.

   That is clearly because the crystal has been ground into powder.

   How many years of skill does it take to smash crystals with bare hands?

  Irin resisted the urge to **** back the crystal that she had finally acquired.

   After the blacksmith stroked it with the palm of his hand, the pure white crystal flashed with light, and its name became—

  【Blank Excalibur Crystal】.

   "That's about it."

   The blacksmith's frowning furrowed slightly, his other hand silently stretched out to Irin.

  Irin understands.

   He took out the blood-red dagger from the [Prop].

  Irin froze slightly before handing the red dagger to the blacksmith.

   Somehow.

   This mysterious "sword" gave him the feeling that it was like a part of his body, which was difficult to give up.

   is like... something important.

   "Isn't it just a piece of equipment?"

  Irin also felt a little weird about his weird emotions.

   But now is not the time to ponder, after all, I have amnesia, and it is useless to be entangled here. To unlock this "Divine Sword", it seems that you have to go through the process of being sharpened by Ge Lang's blacksmith.

  The big deal... Just wash it after you're done.

  Irin finally handed over the red dagger.

  Slightly distressed.

   "You... please take it lightly."

  Irin stared at the blacksmith Ge Lang, and after a while, he finally managed to hold back such a sentence.

   "Heh, hum."

   The blacksmith first laughed, then snorted coldly.

   He glanced at Yi Rin and said, "A true assassin will never give his weapons to others."

   I don't even want to be a cat, okay?

   "Hurry up."

  The blacksmith doesn't seem to want to entangle with Irin too deeply, I don't know why.

   There was always a hint of disgust in his expression when he looked at Yi Rin.

   But this is the task.

No idea.

  God, cannot be disobedient.

   The blacksmith reluctantly raised the red short knife with one hand at eye level. He squinted, carefully looking at the shape, material, curvature, and edge of the short knife.

   Gradually, in the blacksmith's indifferent eyes, a trace of surprise first appeared, then a trace of doubt flashed, and finally only a deep sigh remained.

   "What a pity, a pity, a pity."

"Um?"

  The blacksmith has no bird Irin.

   After saying three short sentences to himself, he shook his head again: "So it is."

  Irin clenched her fists.

   did not speak.

  The blacksmith blasted Yi Rin out of the door: "Go away, don't disturb my work."

  Irin was a little confused.

   This is Lao Tzu's weapon.

   No way.

   The level of the blacksmith is estimated to be extremely high, and Yi Rin was simply unable to resist, and there was no room for resistance.

   In desperation, Yi Rin could only look at the closed door and wait outside.

   Outside the blacksmith shop, in the chimney, the billowing black smoke looks like a pillar, reaching the sky.

   "Dangdangdang, ding ding ding, ka ka ka, dong dong dong—"

   Across the door, there was a crazy sound of hammering iron.

   This sound of hammering is unusual.

   It was as if the blacksmith Gelang had used eighteen postures.

  Irin had a hard time thinking about, imagining, and trying to figure out how cruelly his weapon was being treated.

  The blacksmith Gelang didn't tell Yilin how long to wait before he rushed Yilin out.

  Irin felt a little tormented during this time, but he had no choice but to wait.

  Wait until the blacksmith takes the initiative to open the door.

  Although Irin once thought of using [Shadow Killer] to turn into a shadow and get in through the crack of the door to see what the blacksmith was tossing about.

   But after struggling for a while, Yi Rin took a deep breath and gave up the idea.

   As the saying goes, there is a specialization in the art industry. As an important NPC in the novice village and one of the adventurers' life mentors, the blacksmith Gelang should not do such things as greedy his weapons.

   "Should not be."

  Irin walked around the blacksmith shop for five full laps and didn't find any secret door to sneak out, and then he felt relieved and said so.

  “…”

What   Irin didn't expect was that he had to wait for hours.

   He even felt a little urgent to urinate halfway through, and he didn't dare to leave, so he could only hold back.

   At this moment, Yi Rin suddenly understood why that dog always likes to spread his legs and shush into the wall.

   these few hours.

   The sound of hammering iron in the house was as dense as a gust of wind and rain, with almost no pause and slowing down the rhythm.

  Irin listened, her expression more serious.

   It was hard for him to imagine what kind of terrifying physical strength it was, so that the blacksmith Ge Lang could not stop swinging the sledgehammer to complete such high-intensity work.

  Irin was a little worried.

   He wasn't worried about Smith's body.

  Irin was worried that, with such a hammering technique, he would lose his "Divine Sword".

   After a while.

finally.

  The clanging sound of the iron suddenly stopped.

   "Call—"

   “Zizzizi—”

   Inside the house.

   made strange movements again.

   The black smoke that was constantly rising from the chimney and could be regarded as the source of air pollution in Rab Town turned a strange dark red.

   "Huh? This is...?"

  Irin's nose moved slightly.

   I don't know if it was an illusion. At this moment, he felt that there was a strange smell in the dark red exhaust gas. It smells like blood, but not so much. There is no smell of blood, but a strange fragrance.

   "Yah-"

   Just as Irin was pondering what the faint smell was in the air, the shop door, which had been closed for several hours, finally opened a gap.

"Come in."

   The blacksmith's hoarse and dry voice came from inside the house.

  Irin pushed the door open and entered, a terrifying heat rushed towards his face. Yi Rin suddenly had the illusion that the hairs on his face were roasted into curly hair, and his face was covered with a burning smell, which was very scary. Although it may be a psychological effect, the temperature in the house is high, but it cannot be faked.

  It is unimaginable how the blacksmith Gelang could endure for hours in this environment.

   Is it true that NPCs don’t talk about the laws of physics at all, only the rules of the game?

  According to the normal game process, shouldn't it be a slap with both palms, a golden light flashes, and it will be completed in an instant?

  Irin didn't have time to ask questions.

  The blacksmith held a thin red knife and quickly slashed in front of Irin.

   hiss—

After the    knife slashed, Irin felt the back of her hand get cold. Looking down, there was a thin opening there.

  The blacksmith strikes hard, but the knife is quicker.

  Irin hadn't reacted yet, the red dagger in the blacksmith's hand was already stained with Irin's own blood.

  Bright red blood quickly soaked into the blade, and in a blink of an eye, a feeling of blood connection came from the knife in the blacksmith's hand.

   "Where did your 'sword' come from?"

  Irin took over the brand-new version of the "Excalibur" and hadn't played with it. Hearing the blacksmith ask this question, Irin couldn't answer, so he could only shake his head and say, "I forgot."

   "Oh, yes. You lost your memory."

Blacksmith   Gelang stood up, walked unsteadily to the corner, and bent down to pick up a large jug. "Boom" bit off the lid, took a few sips to quench his thirst, and sat down alone in the corner of the room without looking at Yi Rin.

   "There are only forty-nine 'magic swords' in this world, and I know the names of 'their' for every magic sword, but you are the only one I have never seen before."

  The blacksmith opened his mouth and took another gulp.

Oh.

   Have you finally started explaining the world view setting?

  Irin held the "Divine Sword" back and listened carefully to the words of the blacksmith Gelang.

   "Each divine sword is bestowed by the 'god' Uranus. It is unique, cannot be duplicated, and cannot be created by mortals. The weapon of divine power is the divine sword."

  Irin pouted: "Then you are not very good? You can even repair the sword."

   "Xiu?" Blacksmith Ge Lang laughed at himself: "I just woke them up."

  “…”

  The blacksmith Gelang fell silent again.

   He gulps hot wine into his mouth. Not only did he not quench his thirst, but the mucous membranes on his lips were even more dry, and even faintly oozing blood.

   for a long time.

  The blacksmith Gelang said another sentence: "Your 'sword' is blood."

"What's the meaning?"

  Irin frowned.

"roll."

  “?”

"roll!"

  “…”

  The old blacksmith seems to have followed the glorious tradition of NPCs in the game world of "talking only one-third of what they say". After uttering an inexplicable sentence, he kicked Irin out of the blacksmith's shop with another kick.

   is over.

   A whispered voice came from inside: "Let's talk about it when you find the 'Blood of the Holy One'."

  Irin was taken aback.

   right now.

"Ding!"

   A crisp sound in his ear.

  【The main quest has been updated! 】

  [Current main quest: 'Excalibur: ? ? ? ' Road to Recovery! 】

  [Current mission objective: to find the 'Blood of the Saint' for Gelang's blacksmith. 】

  【Mission Difficulty: SSS! 】

  【Task time limit: none. 】

  【Quest Reward: Unknown. 】

  …

  SSS!

   This is so special!

  Irin slapped the door hard again.

   There was no movement inside.

  Irin lowered his head, thoughtful.

   "Forget it, since the quest has been released, it means that the next step can only be carried out if the 'Blood of the Holy One' is found, which is reluctant."

  Irin took out the brand new weapon and looked at it carefully in the sun.

  Irin was slightly startled.

   The brand new weapon is as transparent as red glass in the sun, and it seems to shatter when touched. The "Divine Sword" that has been beaten for a round is very thin, as thin as a cicada's wings, and the thickness is almost imperceptible under the head-up view. Weighing it in my hand, it seems like there is no weight, and it is so light that it can float on the spot.

   The re-forged "Divine Sword" can be said to be worlds apart from its previous form, as if it had become a weapon of someone else's family.

   "Strange... how did it become like this?"

  Irin clearly remembered that the weapon had a certain thickness before the blacksmith Gelang started.

   Looking closely, the almost transparent knife seems to have blood rolling and flowing, which is extremely magical.

  Irin remembered the words of the blacksmith Gelang again.

   "Your sword is blood."

   is inexplicable.

   In order to avoid long nights and dreams, Yilin left the town of Rabu with the fastest speed.

   In a place with no one, Irin clenched the unknown "Divine Sword" and activated the ability of the legendary "Divine Sword".

  —calling spirits.

   At the moment when the weapon ability is activated.

   Two rays of light, one red and one white, emerged from the blood-colored thin blade, and then turned into two extremely graceful phantoms.

   "Nie Hongxiu,"

   "Bai Xiaoyi,"

   "Follow the call."

   "We ask you,"

   "Are you our Master?"

  Irin: "...?"

   (end of this chapter)