Light Spirit Epic Chapter 761: Prepare for the shadow (3)

Chapter 761 Preparations for the Shadows

After dinner, Bedivere practiced using the [Sacred Tree Seed] outside the hotel compound under the guidance of Olin. 『Word**first*

Albert also packed up and planned to return to the room to continue counting the money.

Old man Senezel was waiting in front of the door, obviously looking for something to do with Albert.

"What do you want to say?" Albert looked at the old man hostilely: "Did Beddy tell you to come to me?"

"To tell you the truth, it is." The old man sneered sinisterly: "I made an agreement with that wolf, although I don't want to, at least let me help you."

"I don't need---"

"I don't care if you don't want to accept his kindness." The landlord Senezel retorted: "But I'm just fulfilling my promise and doing what I need to do. Next I put [that thing] ] to show you, it's up to you to accept that power or not. Is that okay?"

Albert frowned. Stubborn, he was very reluctant to accept help from others, but the old man Senezel was very cunning and deliberately sold off his words.

Driven by curiosity, Albert wanted to know what magic weapon the old man could come up with.

"Okay, I'll just take a look. Although I'll definitely refuse." The big cat pretended not to bear it.

"Are you sure you want to see it? Maybe it was curiosity that killed the cat?"

"Do you want me to see it or don't you want me to see it?" Tiger was furious.

"Puff hoo hoo hoo... come with me." The old man sneered and turned away.

The tiger kept up, cursing. He thought the landlord was going to take him to some kind of remote treasure room, or a basement or something. At first, old Senezer took only a few steps and stopped in front of the door of a room at the end of the second floor.

"Hello, are you kidding me?" Albert said disappointedly. In front of him was a seemingly unremarkable guest room, the same as the one he and Bedivere lived in. How could there be treasures hidden in such a place?

"Hehe, it's a joke, you'll know right away." Senezel didn't push the door, but turned to Albert and asked, "What weapons do you have in your hands?"

"Weapons?"

"Don't be wordy, take it out and let me see." The landlord urged.

Albert is getting more and more confused. He doesn't know what medicine the landlord sells in the gourd. But he decided to take a look at the landlord's words first, maybe there will be an explanation later.

Tiger takes out two long swords from his inventory pack. These two swords are two of the treasures the werewolf stole from the treasure room of the Twilight Cult. The weapon itself does not have a particularly strong enchantment, only a little effect of increasing the hardness and sharpness of the weapon.

However, they are so intricately crafted that it can be described as finely crafted. Also, they are a perfect pair, the swords look symmetrical and fit, with a specially constructed tenon in the middle of the swords that can be swung together as a double-edged sword.

Albert is so in love with it that he would rather not have other weapons with stronger enchantments and keep them when he divides the treasure.

This can be described as a vase weapon. They are seldom used in combat, but have great acclaim among weapon collectors. Some fanatics will even pay sky-high prices for this delicate weapon.

Albert expected to be teased by the old man at the same time he took out this weapon. Because this thing is not very usable, most people don't know how to appreciate it, and only regard the owner of the weapon as a layman who doesn't know how to fight.

However, old Senezer's expression changed immediately. From the funny smile before, it suddenly became serious, as if thinking about a certain problem seriously.

"I see. I really have an idea." He actually said something, which seemed to be a compliment to Albert.

"Ha, what meow?" Tiger was even more confused.

"Huhu, this weapon is still an antique from thousands of years ago, and the smell is very clean, not bad." The old man ignored Albert and said to himself a bunch of words that the tiger couldn't understand.

"Well, can you say something human?" Albert couldn't take it anymore and urged the old man to explain everything clearly.

"Hoohoo, come in and talk." Then the landlord Senezel took out the key and opened the door of the room.

The tiger glanced into the room through the crack of the open door. It wasn't a living room at all, but more like a workshop of some sort.

A workshop for trimming weapons.

The landlord calmly turned on the light and walked in, and at the same time put down Albert's double swords in front of a machine: "Ask you first, in order to make a certain ceremony better, I plan to put this The enchantments on both swords are completely removed. Is this ok?"

Al is even more puzzled. It should be said that he was about to be overwhelmed by a lot of questions, and he was too lazy to think about it, so he replied casually: "Do it. It's not a very important enchantment, and it's not a pity to remove it. But...you have a way. Remove the enchantment from the weapon?"

The tiger only knows that the enchantment on the weapon is added when the weapon is made. Generally, it is fixed at the moment the weapon is completed and cannot be changed.

"Of course." The old man said confidently. He had already started the machine and had placed the two swords in the huge container of the machine.

"I'll ask you a question first, boy." As he operated the machine, some sort of bluish light emanated from the huge vessel, and the light began to swirl.

"How much do you know about [enchanting]?" Senezel asked casually.

"Uh, enchanting is... enchanting." Albert labored to explain with his poor knowledge: "It's about injecting photons into weapons to make them harder, sharper, and so on."

The old man chuckled disapprovingly: "Although it is a rough understanding, it is not wrong to say so."

Albert was immediately upset.

"There are actually two kinds of enchantments. One is the aura (photons) injected by the craftsman of the weapon when the weapon is made. Let's call it [permanent enchantment].

This enchantment determines the innate abilities of the weapon. As you said, make the weapon harder and sharper, and even make the weapon with fire, freezing and other effects.

However, there is another type of enchantment. Or maybe it's a [temporary enchantment].

This is a combat technique. It is not usually attached to the weapon, but is selected by the user during battle to add additional effects to the weapon. "

"I know. It's magic---"

"No, it's [art], not magic." The old man corrected, "If you have to say it, it should be a kind of [Boundary Art]. From [Flame Enchantment Lightning Enchantment], there are various forms of [with magic] (ee."

Larger blue vortexes were created at the two ends of the container, and they also began to "suck" the photons from the two swords. Particles of light flew out of the sword and were sucked away by the vortex.

"I still don't understand. What the **** are you trying to explain to me?" Albert watched as the enchantments on his two swords were slowly erased, and he began to become ordinary iron, and the tiger began to regret it.

"I actually want to say that whether it's [permanent enchantments], in the final analysis, they are all human-made effects.

And what [man] makes is always limited in its power. "

Whoosh. The machine began to go silent. It sucked up the enchantment in the two long swords, and completely restored the two swords to a form without any enchantment, just like a piece of original iron.

"Okay, okay, really clean." The old man took out two swords and played with them in his hands, "They will be delighted with such clean, ancient relics."

"They?" Albert looked at his sword (it's no longer a sword) with contempt, and asked with a bit of anger, "Don't talk about it! Finish talking!"

"Hey, don't worry, come with me." The old man left again, and Albert was so angry that he was so angry, but the big cat became more and more curious, so he had to hold back his anger and keep following.

Old Senezer walked to the other room opposite, opened the door with the key, and said at the same time: "So, [with magic] is only a man-made technique. If it is a human, there must be a limit of human ability, it is impossible. Let the weapon go beyond this limit."

He pushed open the door: "Then, what if the weapon attached to the weapon is a god?"

The moment the room was pushed open, Albert only felt cold all over his body and trembled involuntarily. That is a self-defense reflection that ordinary people should have. In the face of foreign objects in the world, they instinctively feel fear and rejection.

In the room in front of him, there is a group of white shadows floating in the air like ghosts.

---No, it should be said, they are ghosts, right? Each of these spirit bodies vaguely had human faces, but dragged their long bodies like white meteors and giant swimming fish.

"Oh my God---" Al was so frightened that he almost ran away.

Bediver said it was a haunted hotel, which Albert would not have believed. But now, the evidence was in front of him. In front of this pile of floating things, is it not a ghost? !

"Come in." The old man walked in comfortably, as if he was not afraid of the ghosts at all: "The more afraid you are, the more the gods want to play tricks on you. It's better to be more comfortable."

Albert shuddered again, he could clearly feel something touching his ass, but he was too frightened to look back.

Albert was subconsciously afraid even after fighting the spirits several times. The spirit body composed of tangible things does not look so terrifying, but the most terrifying thing is this kind of thing that swims like smoke.

"Shit, **** Bedivere, for bringing us to such a hellish place." Tiger cursed in a low voice, "I must make him look good tonight."

"You may not make it through tonight." The old man chuckled, threateningly maliciously, "Stop swearing, be honest with me. In this room full of gods, the price of angering gods is death. ---Don't hesitate, come in quickly."

"Yes, yes!" Al felt that something was pulling his tail again, and he was even more frightened, so he had to be honest and enter the room cautiously.

Touch! As soon as the tiger came in, the door behind him also slammed shut, as if to warn Albert, if you want to go out alive, be honest!

And old Senezer also took out two long swords that had just been purified and had no enchantments at all.

He held these two "clean" antiquities above his head like a tribute.

As he did this, the ghosts in the room gathered, like a swarm of curious fish, sniffing around the two swords, probing the two antiquities.

"Okay, come here and let the gods take a good look at you," the old man ordered.

"Shouldn't it be..." Albert had a bad premonition.

"Yes, take off your clothes and let them examine your whole body."

"Oh, this-" Albert wanted to curse, but he quickly remembered the old man's order not to swear.

The tiger reluctantly took off his shirt.

Ghosts begin to gather around. Albert could only feel dozens of icy hands touching his chest, abdomen, and back.

"Ow...!" Tiger narrowed his eyes, trying not to feel these weird things: "You said...it really makes sense meow?"

"Of course there is." The old man has put down two swords and slowly retreated towards the door at the same time: "What I want to give you is something that is better than [with magic] (eeme level---[with spirit magic]" ."

"Attach, with spirit?"

"It does not use artificial aura (photons), but the magic that gods composed of aura attach to weapons." The old man explained: "Weapons with gods will have unparalleled power, which is a common enchantment. Weapons are far from comparable."

"Yes, meow?!"

"However, it depends on your own fortune." The old man sneered, "Whether they lend you strength, whether they will live in weapons, it is entirely their own choice. If you are lucky, there may be one or two The gods will lend their power to you; if you're unlucky, the gods don't like you, or the weapons you've paid--they might tear you apart."

"What meow? Wait---" Albert knew he was afraid at this time, but the old man Senezel had already rushed out of the room and turned off the lights in the room.

After the lights were turned off, the dark room became even more terrifying. Countless ghosts flew from the walls and ceiling of the room and began to circle around Albert. Tiger just felt something was tugging at his tail and ripped off his pants ~IndoMTL.com~ Countless hands groped all over him.

"Ah---!" Albert made a strange voice: "What the **** are you doing here? It's so strange!"

"Hotel?" Old Senezer's voice came from outside the door: "This is not a hotel in the first place. It was my idiot brother who said he wanted to take you in, so I made a room for you." /

My job in this house is not [hotel], but [shop]. A shop that sells [gods to people], or [sells people to gods]. "

"What meow?!" The whole body was stroked by a wonderful force, and Albert made an even more strange voice: "You sold me?!"

"Then," the old man's voice was getting smaller and smaller, and he seemed to be getting further away: "I wish you a good time."

More ghosts (evil spirits) poured in from all directions, wanton touching Albert's body. Al was gradually becoming hot-headed amidst a commotion and excitement, and felt suffocated at the same time. He quickly lost consciousness. () "The Legend of Light" only represents the views of the author Raven D Vixas. If you find that its content is in violation of national laws, please delete it. The position is only committed to providing a healthy and green reading platform . 【】,thank you all!