Chapter 1927: Another way to activate artifacts

The fingertips touched the sword body, and there were bursts of coolness, not the coldness of the bones, but the coolness of the lake in autumn.
When the fingers gently slid across the ancient characters inscribed between the sword body and the hilt, a tranceful halo bloomed gently.
The halo was fleeting.
But Philade Alexander was extremely excited: "Yes, it is this halo! As graceful as a virgin, as elegant as a lake, the waves are gentle, and the aftermath is not scattered... This is the most important thing in this artifact. What makes me obsessed!"
Looking at the excited expression of His Royal Highness Alexander, I was a little speechless-is your focus crooked?
It seems that the standard for measuring an artifact is not to look at its special effects, but to pay attention to its actual use.
If you really like brilliance special effects so much, you can find someone to create a prism. You can have whatever brilliance you want. Only you can't think of it, but you can't see it.
Without waiting for me to question, the Dwarf King took the lead to ask: "His Royal Highness, I would like to ask about the actual use of this artifact and its name."
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh... please wait a moment, let me admire its light again" His Royal Highness Alexander stared at the knight's sword in a daze, and said: Um...Xiaoyi, you put your fingers on the ancient characters, hey, no! I told you to put your fingers on the ancient characters on the sword, not on your own arm!"
"Okay, yes, that's it, hold on, very good..."
While pressing my finger on the ancient text on the sword, I also wanted to stay away from the sword as far as possible, even from the range of the halo blooming from the sword. Various regulations forced me to assume a very far-fetched posture.
Turning to the crowd helplessly, what responded to me was Master Dewey's helplessness, the dwarf king's wry smile, the Goblin King shrugged, and the Master Hall's talk.
Everyone showed full sympathy for my experience, but no one said anything to interrupt His Royal Highness Alexander.
Soon, near noon, several big guys were discussing the topic of lunch while I was listening. Master Dewey habitually asked me: "Xiao Yi, what do you want to eat?"
Before I could answer, Master Hall interrupted and said: "Eating is afraid that it will affect His Highness's mood to appreciate the artifact, so let him starve first. It won't matter if you eat less."
"That won't work!" The dwarf king screamed: "If you starve your son-in-law, the happy life of my daughter will be ruined!"
"Yes!" I also actively agreed with the view of the Dwarf King: "My father-in-law is wise!"
"Why don't you do something simple and send it over," the Goblin King suggested: "The style should be as few as possible, let him pad his stomach, and wait for your highness to appreciate it, then give Xiaoyi a good meal, which is counted as a reward."
"This is a good idea." Master Dewey nodded and said, "Xiaoyi, what do you want to eat, I'll ask someone to send some."
"Uh...I want to eat too much." With a bitter expression on my face, I said pitifully, "But now I am more eager to free my arms."
"Sorry, my child" Master Dewey returned me with an apologetic smile: "Please forgive me for helplessness."
Just when I felt desperate, a smear of blood helped me get rid of the fate of always touching the artifact with my fingers.
The blood stains flowed from the palm of my hand. Because of the stiffness of my arm, it made me inconvenient to move. The palm of my hand touched the blade unknowingly and made a slight stroke.
A slight pain came into my mind and attracted my attention. I slowly moved my palm away, and I noticed that the halo was still there.
Why does my hand leave, it can still shine?
I looked at the artifact curiously, except that it was stained with fresh blood, it was no different from before.
In other words, is it all because of my blood?
Raising his hand with a question mark on his face, he looked at the wound healed at the speed of his naked eyes, and couldn't help but curl his mouth.
Until then, everyone who discussed lunch realized that I had left the artifact.
But they didn't preach to me at the first time, but first looked at the artifact and lay quietly on the coffin.
"The red thing is...blood?" Master Dewey asked in surprise: "Xiao Yi, are you cut?"
He glanced at my right hand quickly, then panicked, took a step forward, held up his palm, and examined it carefully. After confirming that there were no wounds, he breathed a sigh of relief and said, "There is no injury, then the red liquid, what is it then?"
"Blood" I said: "It's my blood."
Master Dewey raised his brows: "Don't scare me, you are not hurt at all..."
"Brother" Dwarf King stepped forward and said, "Xiaoyi's body is different from ordinary people. As long as it is not severely injured, he can recover with a few breaths."
"I know this" Master Dewey took out his handkerchief and wiped the blood stains on my palm: "I just... just can't help it."
Master Hall also took a step forward and said: "You treat Xiaoyi as a son. We can understand this feeling, but he is an adventurer after all. Some places are different from ordinary people and cannot be regarded as equal."
Without waiting for Master Dewey to speak, the Goblin King took the lead and said: "As the only heir to his brother, Xiaoyi represents not only an ordinary adventurer, but also the foundation of the entire Fort Witch, as well as leading our two races. Strengthening the responsibility of prosperity and prosperity, because of this, his casual bruise cannot be ignored!"
"You are too alarmist," the dwarf king retorted: "Our son-in-law has a heavy burden, but as an adventurer, how can he not get hurt?"
"Xiaoyi is still growing and getting stronger. In the future, our people will also need a leader who is strong and unafraid of hardships. There is a saying, the leader of the wolf can turn a group of sheep into a wolf as fierce as a wolf. A leader can only bring a group of wolves into a sheep as docile, but to become a leader, Xiao Yi must endure more pain and endure more trials. During this period, he will inevitably be injured and bleed!"
"What you want to say is that the one who is near Zhu is red, and the one near Mo is black." The goblin king gave the dwarf king a white and said: "Although you have some truth in what you said, I still think it is better for Xiao Yi not to get hurt."
The two kings, you say a word to me, the fight is full of joy.
Master Dewey held his chin on the side and meditated a little, and said: "You have the lineage of the Firide family, so the blood is also flowing with the power that is unique to the Firide family, and because of this, it will always be activated. status."
"Probably so." I glanced at the knight's sword, then at His Majesty Alexander who was drunk, turned my head, and said with a smile: "Now I can finally get free and have a good lunch."
Master Dewey suddenly smiled, his smile full of helplessness and petting. He raised his finger and clicked on my chest: "You, hey..."
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