Salin quickly calculated in his mind. He wasn't just thinking about the weapons for the four Magical Beast Swordsmen, he was also designing weapons for Shika, Nelis, and the others.
Ainphent looked at Zola's scabbard for a long time, but didn't make a move.
"This … Lord Ainphent." Zola's rank was equivalent to that of a Magic Shooter, but he still didn't dare to act rashly in front of a necromancer. In the eyes of ordinary people, necromancers were much stronger than elemental mages, and they had many unimaginable methods. Zola dared to challenge a mage, but he didn't dare to anger a necromancer.
If defeated by a mage, he would at most die. If a necromancer was angry, he would turn you into an undead. Even though this didn't mean much to a necromancer, no one wanted to endure permanent torture.
"This scabbard doesn't suit you." Ainphent finally said these precious words.
"I know, but …"
"The power inside is filled with negative emotions, and you're naturally optimistic. That's why you haven't worked hard to level up. After leveling up, this weapon will be even more unsuitable for you. "
Zola was stunned. He didn't think that a mage could see so many things from a weapon.
"Actually, it's not that there's no way."
"What way?" Zola was attracted by Ainphent's expression. Ainphent was very focused on the scabbard, completely immersed in it.
Ainphent raised his eyelids and glanced at Zola, his mind still on the scabbard. He said, "Do you dare to trust me?"
"What's there to be afraid of?" Jorah shrugged his shoulders, looking indifferent.
"Alright then, let's start now." As Ainphent spoke, he opened his mouth and spat out his necromancer flames, wrapping the materials that Salin had given him. He didn't have any special distribution of these materials, and they quickly formed a sword embryo in the commander's flames. This sword embryo kept changing shape, and its final size was clearly very suitable for Zola's scabbard.
Unlike the weapons that Salin had forged for the Magical Beast Swordsmen, the sword embryo that Ainphent had forged was entirely metal, and there was no space left for a wooden grip. The lush green commander's flames emitted a cold aura, and it grew larger and larger, finally surrounding Zola. Zola's fingers trembled slightly, but he didn't resist.
He chose to trust Salin instead of Ayni. If Salin wanted to deal with him, he only needed to freeze him and then he could trample on him at will. Even if he wanted to turn him into an undead creature, Zola would not be able to resist.
He had to admit that Ainphent was too tempting. He would not give up on the scabbard, but using it as a weapon would affect his swordsmanship training.
The Undead Flames engulfed Zola. It was cool, but not as painful as he had imagined.
The sword embryo in front of Ainphent nimbly slipped into the simple and unadorned scabbard with a crisp sound. Jorah's heart also turned cold. He stretched out his hand, grabbed the sword embryo and pulled it out. He saw that there were already over 40 marks on the sword embryo.
That was the source of his swordsmanship, and also the secret in his heart.
The sword embryo was still as soft as mud, constantly changing its shape. Zola held the sword embryo in a daze, his mind flying back to his childhood.
The first half of his childhood was very happy. His father was a powerful Sword Saint who served a duke. Zola grew up in an extremely wealthy environment, and he was sensible at an early age. When he could walk, he had already learned how to hold a sword.
Until one day, the duke's heir angered a sorcerer and was killed on the streets. Zola's father did not protect him well enough, and the duke vented his anger on him. Later on, he plotted to kill him.
Zola clearly remembered that after his father drank the poisoned wine, he clearly had the strength to retaliate, but he only held the sword and did not pull it out. All of his father's power was poured into the scabbard. Those 40 marks were the essence of his father's swordsmanship.
The furious duke dismembered his father's body and threw the weapon into the lake. The young Zola went into hiding and escaped the search. He fished up his father's sword from the bottom of the lake, only to find that the longsword had already been crushed into powder, leaving only a scabbard filled with grief and anger.
This world was unfair. The duke did not dare to find trouble with the sorcerer, so Zola's father became an opening to vent his anger.
Zola began a wandering life, and his days were extremely difficult. At that time, he was only eight years old. He had been a mercenary, a thief, a bodyguard, and a thug. He had also mingled in places like casinos, until he met his swordsmanship teacher.
Those were memories that Zola did not want to recall for the rest of his life. Now, in Ainphent's commanding flames, they reappeared as clear as a painting.
"I just want to … live happily, father …"
Holding the sword embryo, Zola's tears flowed uncontrollably, falling drop by drop onto the sword embryo. The clear tears turned into water vapor and seeped into the sword embryo.
"Then, live happily." Ainphent took the sword embryo from Zola's hands. The 40 marks on the sword embryo faded, forming strange magic patterns all over the body of the sword.
Just a few drops of tears were enough to shape the sword embryo.
The longsword was as white as snow, and there was a bit of crystal clear. Between the beautiful magic patterns, there were lines that looked like tear stains, flowing along the spine of the sword and towards the tip.
"It's done." Ainphent's voice woke Zola up, and he casually wiped away the tears at the corner of his eyes.
"That's it?"
"There are still some things that need Salin to finish. I'm not suitable." Ainphent put down the longsword. The hilt of the longsword had a unique necromancy pattern.
"Zola, quickly thank Wizard Ainphent." Salin stopped crafting the weapon and spoke up.
Zola was a bit confused. He was still angry. This necromancer had used some unknown method to awaken memories deep in his heart that he did not want to touch. Crying in front of two men made him feel very embarrassed.
"This is blood alchemy, it's very exhausting. The body of the sword represents the past, and the hilt represents the present. You have to grasp the present to not be controlled by the past, and use the sword to obtain the future. "
Salin was speaking from magic books, but it was very suitable for the current Zola.
Zola was shocked. On the surface, he seemed to be indulging in pleasure, but in reality, he had not forgotten the past at all. Even if he turned back and secretly assassinated the duke, he still could not get rid of the shadow of his childhood.
What was the point of loyalty? In the end, what had happened to his father? He did not understand why his father did not resist. Since he knew that he was going to die, he should have dragged a few people to hell with him.
Later, he understood, but he never thought deeply about it. After his father's death, the duke did not spend much effort to find his whereabouts. If his father had exploded and killed the duke, then the duke's family would have used all their power to find him and completely sever his father's bloodline.
Or rather, the duke regretted killing a loyal subordinate in exchange for his son's life.
"Lord Ainphent, thank you very much." Zola stood with his hands by his side. He had never been so well-behaved in front of Jupiter the Great.
"No need to thank me. Salin asked me to do it. I only wanted to do it perfectly," Ainphent replied weakly. Just now, he had used the shortest amount of time to craft the weapon he was most proud of in his life. It had almost consumed all of his energy.
"I need to rest, and you have to protect two people. Take this sword." Ainphent handed the longsword to Zola.
"Lord Ainphent, please name this sword."
"Is this the way of Cloud Flow?" Ainphent's voice was cold, and the corner of his mouth curled up slightly. He thought for a moment and said, "Let's call it Tear Stain. Men do not become strong just because they do not cry. "
"Yes, as you wish, Lord."
Ainphent waved his hand and went to the corner of the tent. He pulled open his sleeping bag and crawled in.
"Zola, your sword hilt still needs to be crafted, but it will take a lot of time. I'll do it when we get back." After Salin finished speaking, he no longer looked at Zola and continued crafting weapons for the four Magical Beast swordsmen.
Zola sheathed the longsword Tear Stain and hugged it. The Tear Stain seemed to be connected to him by blood. Zola could even sense the complicated magic patterns within the Tear Stain.
Most importantly, these magic patterns were the same as the forty or so sword scars his father had left in the scabbard. When he used the swordsmanship passed down in his family, he would no longer be affected by the anger and despair in the scabbard. All of these emotions were borne by the Tear Stain. This was a true magic weapon that could accompany him for life.
Salin's crafting was not as arduous as Ainphent's. He would meditate every time he crafted a scimitar to recover his magic strings and mental energy. The four scimitars had been finalized before daybreak. Salin took out the blood cherry wood and forged it into the hilt, making it one.
These four scimitars were still very crude in Salin's eyes. They were far inferior to the staff Fayern had forged for Schica. They could not be compared in terms of materials. However, he had spent too little time and did not forge more magic formations in the scimitars. He only used high level materials to make the scimitars incomparably tough and sharp.
These four scimitars still had a lot of room for improvement. When Salin familiarized himself with the four Magical Beast swordsmen, he would be able to modify the weapons to be the most suitable for them.
Ainphent lay in his sleeping bag, but did not fall asleep. This time, he had not only used up a large amount of mental energy, he had also gained a lot. This time, Ainphent's mental energy had decreased by a lot, but it had become purer.
At the same time, Ainphent's mind had been cleansed. He felt the feelings of a father in that scabbard. This made him miss his parents very much. Ainphent had a cold personality, but he was not a cold-hearted person. However, he had not completely understood what his parents had done for him.
This time, Ainphent completely understood. He decided that once he returned to the city base, he would bring his parents over. If the family did not allow it, then he could not be blamed. With Salin as a friend, he could now do many things that he could not do before.
The sounds outside the tent gradually grew louder. Under Salin's pressure, the pirates had all woken up very early and began to wash up, paying great attention to their personal hygiene. The four Magical Beast swordsmen had arrived early and were waiting outside the tent.
Salin put away his Water Flame, and repeatedly examined the four scimitars of different shapes, sighing to himself. The time he had spent learning alchemy was too short. The materials for these four weapons were enough to forge a holy weapon, but in his hands, these four scimitars had only become four high level magic weapons.
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