I Was The Hero, But I Woke Up as a Phoenix Princess! – Chapter 234

Chapter 234 Chapter 28 Mirdirna’s Gift · Spirit Breaking Blood
“So, can you help me fix this ‘End’?”
“Although this sword is severely damaged, if there are enough materials, I can repair it to a usable state!”
Responding to Verafia’s request, Ain nodded her head desperately, her emerald blue eyes gazing at the broken traces of ‘End’, a blinding pitch-black. She touched it with her finger, and a hint of hesitation appeared on her face:
“However, this looks a bit similar to the power of those dark night degenerates… and it has even completely infiltrated this sword.”
“Then Miss Ain, can you get rid of it?” Igter quickly spoke. He could not bear to see the only sword left by Lord Lothel spoiled in his hands.
“If it were at the very beginning, perhaps I could try… but I don’t know which idiot used fire to burn it directly. Now, this black power has completely fused with this sword. To completely remove it, unless this sword is smashed.”
The wood elf said, and suddenly she found that the people around her had suddenly quieted down. Ophi, standing a little further away, covered her mouth with her slender hand, trying very hard not to make a sound, while Igter subconsciously took a step back, afraid of being caught in the wood elf’s fireball.
Ain saw Verafia next to her slowly lowering her beautiful head, her pure white delicate face reddening rapidly and trembling incessantly. Ain felt a jolt of panic. Thinking that the young girl was angry because she was incapable, Ain trembled in fear and quickly said:
“Although I can’t get rid of it, I can completely think of another way! If I can imprint this ability onto this sword, it is completely feasible!”
Verafia’s cheeks were burning hot. To cover her embarrassment, the young girl fiercely raised her golden eyes:
“Hmm? Just doing this kind of thing… really disappoints me! Well, for your sister’s sake, I’ll give you this chance this time!”
Ain trembled with fear, but in front of Verafia, she still mustered the courage to extend her slender hand and care for her pet pigeon.
“Then, what about my Gu Gu?”
“Hmph, if you can fix this sword, I will naturally return this pigeon to you!”
Verafia’s golden eyes glanced at the Fire Pigeon, which was being held tightly by Igter’s two hands. The Fire Pigeon also responded with a “gu gu” sound, its wings flapping weakly.
The young girl tried to calm the redness on her snowy cheeks, and with a wave of her hand, golden flames flickered in the darkness, melting the metal on the ground and shaping it into various equipment such as furnaces and forging tables.
“What else do you need, hammer, file?”
“No, I have them all!”
Ain shook her head vigorously, removed a storage bracelet from her slender wrist, and shook it a few times. Many unique elfin elegant forging tools and magical aura fell onto the thick desktop of the iron table.
The wood elf girl suddenly raised her head and said with a lack of confidence: “However, when I ran out, I didn’t bring too many casting materials… and this sword doesn’t match a lot of the metal on my body.”
“This, hmph, I have prepared it, of course!”
Verafia took out a storage ring and handed it to the wood elf girl, “Here, these are what I have collected. Although… it’s still a bit difficult to forge divine weapons, it’s not a problem at all to just repair it.”
From the beginning of her journey, for half a year, Verafia had traveled half the distance across Peka, and she had always paid attention to collecting various rare materials. Moreover, she had just spent over 300 gold in Doron a few days ago.
Ain carefully searched, and some of the names were still unfamiliar to Igter, presumably elvish names: “Jialan True Gold… Tejagon Cold Iron, this one! Xuan Yuan Cold Iron… Mian Guang Meteorite, etc., why are there also things like ‘Branches of the Elf Tree’?”
Verafia found a stool and sat down, crossing her slender white legs, humming a tune and letting the elf girl search.
The wood elf girl quickly discovered that some of them were not materials for making weapons, and a hint of confusion arose between her finely furrowed brows: “Breath of the Fallen Flame, Frozen Frost, and Condensed Light Crystal…”
The more Ain read, the more familiar it felt. She suddenly thought of a possibility and raised her face in surprise: “Could it be that you are preparing to refine the magic potion ‘Mirdirna’s Gift’?”
“Yes, hey, you found out. It’s just that I’m still far from having enough materials. To refine it, well… it should take a long time.”
Verafia said, counting on her pure white jade fingers.
She was not surprised that Ain had discovered it, because the magic potion called ‘Mirdirna’s Gift’, like ‘Fafnir’s Blood’ which she had refined before, was originally refined by the elf race in the ancient chaotic era.
Verafia also knew about it because Lafnost had given her the recipe.
Verafia still remembered the origin of the name ‘Mirdirna’s Gift’, which was probably derived from an elven legend.
It is said that in the distant ancient times, the elf World Tree was being eaten at its roots by a greedy and wicked snake. To protect the “collapse of the World Tree” from happening as prophesied, an elven warrior, carrying a sharp sword, tried to kill the snake.
However, even after much effort, the elven warrior could not defeat the snake, and even his companion, the dragon Mirdirna, a descendant of the immortal white dragon, was bitten by the snake.
At the brink of death, Mirdirna bestowed her blood and magic, causing the elven warrior to transform, his spiritual power becoming immortal, and finally allowing him to kill the “root-eating” snake in one fell swoop.
Therefore, ‘Mirdirna’s Gift’ also has the name ‘Spirit Breaking Blood’. Its specific effect is to help people break through the levels of power and increase their ranks. Among the magic potions that Verafia knows, it is an extremely precious one.
This is the magic potion that Verafia intended to refine for Igter, but even now, even if she doesn’t count Ophi next to her as an inexhaustible source of materials, she still hasn’t gathered a third of it.
Verafia couldn’t help but look at Ophi, who was a “mobile material library” on the side. A faint smile suddenly appeared on her exquisite little face.
Ophi, who was not interested in the wood elf’s forging, had already moved away, pulling her dragon tail and sitting aside, reading a storybook with relish under the moonlight.
The draconic girl’s ice-crystal-like beautiful eyes suddenly trembled. In her heart, she felt a chill. Ophi raised her little head and looked around, but found nothing unusual, so she lowered her eyes again in confusion.