Chapter 1900: Sword of Victory and Oath

Appearance and performance are not necessarily proportional.
For example, Remy's dagger, although gray with black, looks like a moldy inferior silver bar, but it is also because of the obsidian powder that is mixed with it, and its hardness has increased to a level, comparable to the lower-level enchanted weapon.
However, for a little loli of Remy's age, whether the weapon is sharp or whether the equipment is sturdy is just a cloud.
What she cares more about is whether the weapons are beautiful and the equipment is gorgeous.
In her opinion, beauty is justice, gorgeousness is justice, and the existence of injustice, she would rather not.
But I was the one who gave her the dagger. If she refuses, she can only tell me the truest thoughts in her heart.
However, no matter how straightforward and sincere she was, I would not be able to take this dagger back, because it was not just a dagger, but also the hope that Remy could survive in the dungeon.
Seeing that I didn't mean to take back the dagger in the slightest, Remy pursed her mouth, thrusting the dagger back into the bag with a grieving expression, and put it into the innermost pocket.
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Master Dewey deserves to regard me as his own son. While helping my fiancees forge fine gold weapons, he also forged a batch of Mithril weapons and gave them to other people in the guild.
When I first entered the hall, the daggers that the maid girls were playing with were purely made of Mithril.
This kind of pure white, flawless and heavy-weight dagger is deeply loved by them, and the scabbard inlaid with delicate patterns is even more eye-catching.
Even Remy couldn’t wait to exchange her meteorite iron dagger with them, but I can imagine that she never tried to negotiate. One of the maids might not be willing, and the other did not ask for my consent. dare.
As the original adventurer, Florence, who is now the maid girl of the cafe, is not a short sword, but a tailor-made short sword.
Florence cherishly stroked the Mithril knife, it looked like she was stroking her child, a look of nostalgia slowly flowed in her eyes, she was completely in the memory, unconsciously, the corners of her lips slightly curled up A touch of arc, although not alluring, but also stunning.
Zach Fuer told me: "Florence was once the best fighter on the team, even better than Billy, stronger than me."
I smiled and responded to him: "Sister-in-law is still the best fighter, and she is very great. She is not only responsible for the logistics of the entire guild, but also often endures the thoughts of her children."
"Yeah" Zach said with embarrassment, "Unfortunately, I am not a qualified father, nor a qualified husband. I have no ability to give my child fatherly love, and I have to deprive him of the maternal love he should have enjoyed."
"Don't say that" lightly patted Zac on the shoulder, and responded with an affirmative gaze: "You are a good father and Florence is also a good mother. Everything you do now is for your children. Paving the way for the future, I believe that when he grows up and feels all this personally, he will be proud of you."
Zach smiled embarrassedly, with relief and bitterness in his smile.
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The boss lady is the boss lady, both internally and externally, she is quite sturdy.
Perhaps Master Dewey was once shocked by her sturdiness, and he spared no expense to create an equally sturdy weapon for her-the halberd.
The proprietress holding a war halberd does not show nostalgia and sentimentality like Florence, on the contrary, I can feel a surging fighting spirit from her introverted aura.
That is the fierce fighting spirit that only the strong adventurer can breed after experiencing countless lives and deaths.
Feeling this kind of feeling, I was very upset, and even regretted giving the halberd to the boss.
She shouldn't ask me to discuss it...
I thought so.
However, the next second, the lady boss slowly turned her head, her gaze fixed on my face, and the corner of her mouth picked up, saying: "Xiao Yi, wait for you to go to Fort Vitch, remember to thank Master Dewey for me."
Seeing that it wasn't for me to discuss, I was relieved immediately and smiled: "No problem, madam boss."
"One more thing." The lady boss skillfully played a spear, put the halberd to her side, and said, "Help me ask the name of this halberd."
The heart I raised again slowly fell, and my nervous face eased a lot, I tried to squeeze a smile, and said, "Okay."
"One more thing, since I have a halberd, I always feel ashamed of it if I don't show my hands. Tomorrow morning, you will practice the halberd with me." The lady boss opened her mouth and showed a sturdy smile.
"I can do it too, I'm fine!" Jackson stood up suddenly, looking forward to his face: "Don't look at my main defense, but if you want to try, I am no worse than anyone!"
The lady boss glanced at him, thought about it, and said, "You really want to come too?"
"Yes!" Jackson said: "Be sure to let me try!"
"Well, let's do it," the lady boss said: "Then you will be on the court first and help me warm up."
Jackson grinned excitedly.
He definitely thinks this is the first step towards getting close to the proprietress, but in my opinion, he is running wildly on the road to death.
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After dinner, I sat in the courtyard with a complicated mood.
Father Taylor lay on a wicker chair drinking wine and comforted me: "Don't worry, you can't die if I am here."
I laughed twice as a response.
At this time, a burst of fragrance drifted into my nose, turning my head and looking at it, it was Emily in casual clothes.
"It's really rare." I restrained my tragic mood and joked: "You didn't even wear a uniform."
"I'm trying new experiences" she said lightly: "So that I can better integrate into the family atmosphere."
"Actually, you don't need to make any changes." I looked at her beautiful face, and said, "You have been accepted by everyone."
She coughed slightly and said lightly: "Perhaps, but I can do better."
When I came back to my senses, I smiled and said, "You haven't told me how you feel with that fine gold saber, how?"
"Very good" Emily's eyes flickered, and then she recovered calmly.
"It seems that the fine gold weapons still can't meet the expectations of my Emily." I smiled and said: "When I have a chance in the future, I will give you magic weapons."
Emily shook her head slightly: "Magic weapons are too rare and too expensive."
"What's the matter? As long as my Emily likes it, even if it's an artifact, I will find a way to get it for you..."
Speaking of this, I paused and murmured: "I just don't know if there is a sword-like artifact."
Father Taylor, who was drinking on the side, slowly put down the wine bottle, looked at the starry sky dreamily, and whispered, "Is it a sword artifact? Of course there are."
I was taken aback, and then asked: "Do you know where it is?"
Taylor smiled and said, "How can I know this kind of thing, it was Trika who told me."
"Grandma Empress?" I thought about it, and then asked: "Then what else did she tell you?"
"She told me the name of the sword." Taylor once again stared at the starry sky. After a long time, he said: "Sword of victory and oath."
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