Chapter 881: Loss and causes

Dewey did not reply to me immediately, but said in a puzzled tone: "What do you want that, you don't use a sword?"
I told him the ins and outs of the matter, Dewey listened to it, pondered for a moment, and said: "You tell me, Claude's rapier is indeed in Fort Witch, but I cannot give it to you.
"There are difficulties, isn't it?"
"It's not hardship," Dewey said, "because the meaning of the rapier is very important."
"I don't understand. A rapier is neither a magic weapon nor an enchanted weapon. What is the meaning of it?"
"It represents the highest attainments of the dwarf master Claude in general weapons."
"The highest attainment?" I was surprised: "Could it be that he is dead?"
"I think he is not dead yet."
"Since I am not dead, it is very likely that a better sword will be forged in the future."
"It's possible, but it's not very likely." Dewey's tone was a little low, and he seemed sad.
"What's the matter, why did it suddenly become so heavy?" I wondered: "Could that person be unable to continue casting weapons for some bad reason?"
"Yes" Dewey said: "There are indeed some reasons, but I don't want to say now. I will tell you when you come to Fort Witchcraft when you have time."
This is unfortunate news... It is estimated that Claude's rapier won't be available, but I still have questions to ask Princess Analita, and the key to the question lies in the rapier, I Holding the call crystal, I started to think about a way, after thinking about it, I came up with an idea: "Do you have a high copy version of Claude rapier?"
"Are you talking about fakes?" Dewey asked.
"Ok."
"Unfortunately, there are no fakes of Master Claude's weapons."
"Huh? Why?" I wondered.
"Because he is still alive," Dewey said: "The works of any living master are not allowed to be falsified. This is an agreement between the dwarf and several other races."
"Ah...this is not easy to handle" I said distressed: "It's really impossible to make it, and the fake one is not allowed."
"I can't do anything about this," Dewey said, "I can only rely on you."
Then he hung up the call crystal.
I walked around in front of Princess Analita's room several times, finally sighed, opened the door and walked in.
There was a smile on Princess Analita's face, and her mood looked great. As soon as I walked in, she couldn't wait to say, "When will the Claude rapier be delivered?"
I sighed, "I'm sorry, princess, I'm afraid that Claude's rapier won't be available anymore."
"Why?" The smile on Princess Analita's face froze: "You should be able to, I remember you have a very good relationship with Master Dewey."
"A good relationship doesn't mean there is no bottom line, Princess" I sighed again, and said: "The Claude rapier you want is of great significance to Fort Witch. I originally planned to give you a boost. Imitate fakes to solve your lovesickness, but unfortunately, Master Claude is still alive, and the works of living masters are not allowed to be copied."
Princess Analita's expression began to become lost, and it seemed that she really wanted to get the rapier.
If she were my fiancee, I would have to steal it from her even if she stole, but she is not, which would have missed me a lot.
Sitting on the side of the bed, looking at Princess Analita's lost expression, she couldn't answer 80% of my questions. Really, it was a waste of my time.
Thinking of this, I curled my lips, stood up, and walked towards the door.
When approaching the door, Princess Analita suddenly stopped me: "Tell me about your problem."
"Huh?" I turned around and looked at her: "I don't have a Claude rapier to pay you."
"I didn't say that I would answer your question, I just wanted to hear it."
"Okay" shrugged, I walked back again, sat on the chair, and said to myself: "Just treat me as a repeater and press the callback to build."
"The problem is this" I said: "What do you think of Burial Ground?"
Princess Analita's eyes suddenly widened, and she wondered: "Why do you want to ask this question?"
"There is no reason, I just want to ask."
"No, it's impossible!" Princess Analita said seriously: "If this is changed to someone else, I might take it seriously, but you definitely won't!"
"Why?" I was also puzzled: "I am also a human being, like other human beings. Why do you think there is a problem when I say this?"
"Because I know you!" The princess raised her head and said: "Every word you ask me, even every word, every word is an attempt! You have always been like this!"
"Huh? Have I ever?" Scratching my head, I was already in a daze.
"Now, even if it does, it's not a secret anyway, it doesn't hurt to tell you the reason."
I told the story of the moonlight city imperial mausoleum being attacked by monsters. Princess Analita's eyes were wider than just now: "No! Really! It's too...too! It's incredible!"
"Yeah, you think it's incredible, right..."
Before I finished speaking, the princess interrupted and said: "Yes, I really didn't expect that there are monsters with eyes all over the world that are made of carrion!"
Huh? You think this is the incredible reason...not a traitor among the elves?
"Uh, I said princess, why do you feel incredible about monsters? You must have seen carrion puppets, the kind in the dungeon..."
"I have seen it," the princess said seriously: "But the monsters in the dungeon were created by the of creation, and the monsters in the Fairy Forest are likely to grow naturally."
"Absolutely impossible" I said solemnly: "That thing does not conform to the structure of living things at all, it is just a pile of carrion."
"That's why I feel incredible."
Princess Analita paid attention to these things. It seems that these words of mine tonight are for nothing.
Leaving the chair and standing up, I plan to leave the room. Instead of asking an unreliable princess, it would be useful to lie on the sofa and figure out how to get it.
Just when I was about to open the door and leave again, Princess Analita said again: "I am not interested in the Burial Ground. In addition to the corpse, there is still a corpse, and there is a strange smell, a bad smell, smell. After one time, it took a long time to get rid of the effect it had on me. Even when I was eating, bathing, sleeping, etc., I seemed to be able to smell that unpleasant smell."
I leaned on the door, listening to Princess Analita's words, lost in thought.
Princess Analita's words continue: "In fact, it is not just me. Many elves feel uncomfortable with that smell. Of course, there are also a few elves who can hold back or are immune to that smell."
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