Chapter 243: Great sword

Holding the Matthew Knife in my hand, I realized that its weight seems to be very light, and it does not have the expected weight.
Pulling the knife out of the sheath, cold light suddenly appeared.
The knife is silver and is full of carved patterns, but these patterns are not similar to the lines on my left arm. They look orderly and the rules are exquisite. They should only exist for decoration.
I tried to wave it a few times. It was very light, or very light. This very light weight gave me an illusion: Is it impossible to cut anything at all?
"Where to try the knife?" I asked.
Harold pointed to the inside of the watch, where there were rows of human-shaped wooden stakes, all brand new.
"Has no one ever used it?" I asked.
Harold shook his head: "No, people from the guild often come here to test the knife, but they change it frequently."
Holding the Matthew Sword in the palm of my hand, I stood in front of one of the stakes and waved it down.
Huh!
With a low noise, the Matthew knife slid steadily across the stake.
The shadow of the knife flashed for a second, the stake broke off from the middle, and the upper half slid to the ground with a cry.
The section is neat and tidy, as if polished.
Good knife!
I can't help but admire in secret.
Immediately, he drew the straight sword from his waist and chopped it again as it was just now. The stake was shortened again, and the cross section was still flat and smooth.
Moreover, the Naotachi is much sharper than this mate.
"unfortunately......"
I murmured.
Put the cutting Matthew knife into the scabbard and put it back on the shelf.
Harold said: "This sword is made by the elves, and the totem of the elves is carved on it."
"What demon is attached to it?" I asked.
"Reduce weight and sharpness" Harold said: "The elves are rare groups that can enchant the same weapon multiple times."
"Hehe... It's really not good enough..." I muttered.
"What did you say?" Harold didn't hear me clearly.
"Ah, I'm asking what demon is attached to this slashing Matthew knife?"
"Reduce weight and increase sharpness."
"No wonder it's so light..." I said, and then I pointed to another Taitou and said: "Then what about this Taito? How about it?"
Harold looked at the Taitou and said, "I found this Taitou from a ruin."
"Relics?" I asked: "You, an adventurer, don't explore the dungeon. What do you do in the tomb?"
"Grave Robber?" Harold was startled first, then understood what I meant, and said, "The word Robbery is not wrong."
Harold said in a daze, "That kind of behavior is indeed a tomb robbery."
Then, while I was looking at the sword, he told himself a story about this big sword.
The whole story is not long, but from the beginning to the end I didn’t hear anything about this Taito, but at the end, he mentioned: Finally, our group left in a hurry. Before we left, everyone Bringing something out, I took this big sword casually.
I can't help but sigh, this is a big advantage.
Although Harold’s story sounds tasteless, I still smell gossip from it.
"Harold, do you like the one named Irma?" I asked.
Irma is the name that appears most often in Harold's story. I guess it should be a woman.
Sure enough, Harold's cheeks flushed. He hesitated for a while before saying: "This...this is the sympathy between teammates."
I'm absolutely sure that Elma is a woman.
"Don't talk!" I jokingly said: "Do I still not know the true love of teammates and the very ambiguous love of teammates? You and Yula are not too long together? Why don't I think you are right? Have you ever had a sympathy for teammates?"
"She is the child of a former teammate..."
"Come on," I said back. "Are there any teammates in Hefeng Continent who can't marry a girl? Don't say it's a girl, it's a granddaughter or granddaughter. You should still marry. Don't fool people with this kind of rhetoric, just say, don't you like that woman named Irma?"
"Ah...Ah! Yes, so what, what does this have to do with you?" Harold said angrily.
"That's it." I spread my hands and said, "It really has nothing to do with me, but since you told me the story, and I happen to take your things, it has something to do with it."
With that said, I stroked the scabbard of Ota. The scabbard was very hard, cold, and smooth. I scratched it with my nail and I could clearly feel the scabbard's texture, which was made of wood.
The average craftsman will not choose to use wood as the scabbard of the sword, because it is easy to decay, and secondly it is easy to break.
However, the wooden scabbard in front of me seemed a bit strange.
The texture of a fingernail will reveal that the wood of the scabbard is very hard, and ordinary wood has a shallow mark, but it has no marks.
You know, after becoming an adventurer, the strength of the whole body and the compactness of the body are not comparable to ordinary humans, and as a seventh-level adventurer, I have made a qualitative leap in strength and other aspects. Compared with the heroic character, he may not be the opponent of the Hulk, but it is more than enough to clean up Captain America.
Stronger than I am now, after slashing the scabbard with my nails, there is still no way to leave a trace on the scabbard, showing its hardness.
Just when I was surprised at the scabbard, Harold's voice sounded again: "What's the relationship?"
"Take a short-handed relationship," I said casually, holding the Odachi sword, and slowly pulling the sword out of its sheath. There was no cold light or cold light.
Because the blade is black.
It was black like ink, without the slightest pattern, and it looked like a night sky covering the clouds and sun, mysterious and terrifying.
"This knife..." My eyes lit up, and my steady beating heart became messy and intense: "It's beautiful! It's so beautiful!"
"The first time I drew this sword, I had the same reaction as you," Harold said. "It's just that I'm not good at using Dachi, and there are very few members of the guild who use Dachi, so I let it stay idle. it's here."
"Oh... so that's it." I praised: "Such a beautiful knife, presumably, it must have an extraordinary origin. Is the ruin you mentioned before, is it a cemetery used to bury a celebrity? "
"Cemetery, what is that?" Harold wondered.
It seems that the two terms ‘Tomb Robber’ and ‘cemetery’ have not appeared in Hefeng Continent.
"Ah, that's it, the cemetery!" I explained, "You should understand the cemetery, right?"
Harold's face suddenly realized, he thought about it, and said, "I understand it, um, the cemetery...Yes, it is indeed a cemetery."
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