Chapter 129 Chapter 47 Sword Forging
As he looked at the girl’s uplifted, tender face, Ighet suppressed the urge to caress her soft, small face and said with a smile.
“This has nothing to do with you, Young Lady. Perhaps Mr. Fernos believes that the Vampire Miss will have special use by his side.”
“Is that so?”
Verafia turned her big eyes with a hint of confusion, then lowered her head to think for a while, still looking somewhat mystified. She simply shook her small face and, taking the young man beside her by the hand, walked closer to the blacksmith shop.
Fernos’s blacksmith shop was still dimly lit, with only the dim light from the inferior oil lamps on the dilapidated walls. The flames had already been ignited within the massive forge.
“Bl, according to yesterday’s agreement, I am only responsible for recasting that sword. You will have to settle the rest yourselves.”
Fernos looked at the girl approaching, bathed in light, and let out a hoarse voice that sounded like an old stone mill, piercing the oppressive space.
“You don’t need to tell me that, this young lady knows it naturally!”
Verafia raised her pure white chin and chided, snatched the pre-sorted storage items from Ighet beside her, and walked to the front of the blacksmith, dumping them onto the table with a “bang bang.”
The refined forged iron and various necessary magic-conducting materials fell onto the table.
Since it was only a repair and circuit reconstruction, not a complete remaking of its essence, the specially requested materials were not particularly numerous.
“And this Fire Spirit Crystal, take it too!”
Verafia’s small hand finally placed the crimson crystal on the table. In the dim light before the forge, the colors within the agate-like crystal layers, as if condensed flame, seemed to flow, revealing pure and gentle fire power.
“Fire Spirit Crystal?”
Fernos’s pupils shifted slightly, his grayish-brown eyes looking at the crystal beneath the girl’s plain white, slender hand.
“And although it appears to only have the magic intensity of a Crystal Lord, its origin’s purity can completely reach the Star Rank. It seems its origin is likely an elemental magical beast in the most crucial moment of upgrading and transformation.”
“It seems you, this guy, know quite a lot!”
Verafia raised her fair cheek and said with a look of pride, “Fernos, you can’t use materials to push this young lady away now, can you?”
“According to the agreement, of course not. Bl, you clearly know my background: just by the name of this sword, I will naturally do my utmost.”
Fernos stared closely at the girl. Verafia smiled with a bit of pride, her slender, fair fingertips scratching a strand of hair that had fallen loose.
Fernos saw little unusual in her flawless, jade-like small face, so he gave a cold laugh, took the crimson crystal from the girl’s hand, picked up his forging hammer, and spoke to Ighet beside the girl:
“Bronze kid from the Landisthofen family, give me his sword.”
Ighet looked at the girl beside him. Seeing Verafia nod with her slender hands clasped before her chest and a slight smile on her delicate face, he no longer hesitated and presented the End to the blacksmith with both hands, bowing.
“Mr. Fernos, this is Lord Lothel’s sword.”
Fernos did not glance at the boy, but his gaze fell upon the damaged, old, grey longsword before him. A hint of recollection appeared in his cloudy eyes.
“End, Tegasol…”
With his low, hoarse voice, the blacksmith’s thick hand grasped the forging hammer. His expression also became serious, and suddenly, amidst a hint of stellar light, a slightly revealing, cool blue luminescence ignited within the End.
In the vision of space, the legendary sword of yesteryear, the End, was analyzed and burned. The brilliant golden flames that barely maintained the sword’s structure spread along the edge. Fernos swung down the forging hammer, and between steel and decaying steel, a clear ringing sound erupted as if crushing accumulated time.
“Burning Stars’ Fire… it seems Fernos hasn’t let his forging skills fall much in these past hundred years.”
Verafia’s thoughts came out as a faint sound. A hint of recollection appeared in her raised golden eyes, as if seeing her own former sword being smelted in similar stellar fire.
But she eventually shook her head and slowly retreated, pulling Ighet beside her.
“Young Lady?”
Ighet seemed to notice something unusual about the girl and turned his face to ask.
“Ah, it’s just that I didn’t expect the forging skill of ‘Burning Stars’ in Lothel’s memory to be so peculiar… No wonder he could forge the weapon End.”
Verafia said, her uplifted small face also showing a look of surprise.
Although Ighet didn’t quite understand what her ‘Burning Stars’ was, seeing Fernos’s posture and even this Miss Phoenix showing such an expression, he naturally knew it was extraordinary.
The girl’s raised, burning golden eyes also reflected the image of the longsword within the luminescence.
The clean stellar fire was melting away all the damage on the End. With each swing of Fernos’s hammer, the sword’s structure was stabilizing and slowly changing by fractions of an inch. Meanwhile, another cluster of pure golden flame, her equally familiar source flame, leaked out but was instantly stabilized by the melting Fire Spirit Crystal.
——In the Blazing Land of the former Aixereseia Divine Court, Verafia had poured her life-source blood, which had fallen from the Star Rank to the current Platinum Rank, into maintaining the stability of her former sword, after using it to save Ighet’s life.
However, that power was merely to ensure the End would not collapse; the precious and terrifying flame power within it had not been utilized at all.
And the reason Verafia sought out Fernos this time was for this old acquaintance, who also understood the art of ‘Burning Stars,’ to allow Ighet to wield a portion of the flame power she had imprinted within the sword.
This was also a temporary measure she devised when she found that the young man beside her couldn’t find a way to quickly increase his strength in a short period.
After all, she still had many plans for Ighet, and there would surely be no shortage of dangerous ruins and trials. She couldn’t possibly protect him herself all the time, could she?
Verafia’s fingertips tightened slightly, and a hint of melancholy crossed her slightly lowered, exquisite face.
Even so, “End” is no longer Tegasol…
“Miss Verafia, what’s wrong?” Ighet suddenly noticed the girl’s unusual demeanor and couldn’t help but ask.
“Ah, what could be wrong!”
Verafia’s suddenly raised cheeks showed a cheerful smile. She stretched up on her tiptoes and reached out her fair, slender hand to pat the boy’s shoulder.
“I was just thinking that in the future, you, this guy, can’t be lazy, otherwise, wouldn’t all this painstaking effort from this young lady be in vain!”
Looking at the girl’s serious gaze, her beautiful and gorgeous big eyes, like a vibrant, golden flame burning, Ighet found the thoughts of this little phoenix somewhat amusing, so he showed a sincere expression and quickly agreed.
Ighet naturally didn’t see the fleeting gloom in Verafia’s eyes hidden beneath the brilliant golden, luxurious flames.
The girl’s fingertips tightened slightly in her tender hands.
I am no longer Lothel, and there is no need to linger on past events. My sword… from that day on, it no longer belonged to her… Yes, my life…
Verafia thought to herself. She raised her eyes slightly to look at the young man beside her, and a smile from the heart appeared on her tender, beautiful face, seemingly due to her attendant’s obedience.
