Chapter 54
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"What's wrong with falling into oblivion? Who knows, you might even find happiness. "
Nuo Aier tried to persuade the young man. Luo Ya shook his head.
"That might be the case, but there are many kinds of happiness. I want happiness that I can grasp with my own hands. Although it's easy to obtain happiness from charity, it's also easy to lose."
"Hehe, you know that I'm not that kind of person."
"… Sometimes, the situation makes it hard for one to act independently."
"Hmm, what you said makes sense … Looks like my persuasion failed again. You've really hurt my confidence."
Nuo Aier straightened up and sighed. She looked like a child who was upset because she didn't get a new toy, but then she smiled.
"However, although you rejected me, the reason is not bad for a man."
"Thank you. Speaking of which … Did you come all the way here just to tell me this?"
"No, actually, I'm here to give you something. Consider it a personal gift from the royal family to you."
"Hmm?"
There's a reward for fighting at your birthday party? Are you angels? Wait, it seems like it's true …
Luo Ya complained in his heart. Nuo Aier turned around and took out a gift box.
"Do you want to open it? Or do you want to open it yourself? "
"It's okay. You can open it."
Luo Ya looked curiously at the long wooden box in Nuo Aier's hand. The box was completely black. It should be made of a very strong black ironwood. This kind of material was usually not used as a gift box because it was too heavy.
Black ironwood was as hard as steel, but it was heavier. Nuo Aier might be able to hold it easily, but if it was a normal person, they would have to lift it with both hands.
What is it?
Luo Ya looked at the angel with anticipation. She smiled and gently pulled out a ribbon to open the heavy wooden box. The moment the box was opened, Luo Ya seemed to see a sword flash shooting out. It made his eyes hurt.
The black-haired young man couldn't sit still any longer. He got up and went closer to take a closer look.
The black ironwood box looked inconspicuous on the outside, but the inside was unexpectedly gorgeous. The inside of the box actually depicted a painting. In the center of the box, there was a holy and solemn angel standing with his eyes closed, surrounded by a group of armed people. The outermost circle was darkness.
Hmm, it should be a narrative painting, but Luo Ya couldn't remember the specific story. But that wasn't important. What was important was the cold light wrapped in the white silk in the box.
"This is … a short sword? Wait, could this be … "
"That's right, the Saint's Dagger — — Twelve Wings."
“！”
The smiling Nuo Aier calmly said the name of the black dagger, which stunned Luo Ya again. She unconsciously sat up straight.
The Saint's Dagger — — Twelve Wings. This weapon was really too famous. Luo Ya couldn't be blamed for being ignorant. If he were to use something from his previous life as an analogy, this weapon would be similar to the Spear of Longinus.
Although the main god of the Goddess of Primordial was Xi Ya, the real decision-maker was actually the angel. It was said that in the lost era, when humans didn't have the ability to record, they could only rely on word of mouth to tell the later generations about the important events they had experienced. In the poem "The Long Poem of Aida" that had been passed down for thousands of years, there was a passage like this.
"The people who found the lake found the dead moon. Darkness and decay chased after them, so they were restless, confused, and crazy. They fought and devoured each other until light and flame came from the sky and hit the feet of the praying people. The Twelve Wings fell to the ground and turned black. The saints held it high and shouted, and the blood claws on all sides retreated."
Well, it smelled like a dark fairy tale. It might seem strange in the eyes of modern people, but this was actually the oldest way humans recorded information.
There were many different opinions about what the poem was about, but many people believed that the twelve wings were some kind of weapon. After the advancement of human civilization, many people began to explore according to the poem, hoping to find clues from these vague records. The most famous of them was the Ancient Austin Empire.
Thousands of years ago, the vast Ancient Austin Empire was said to have obtained these twelve feather-like weapons. Later, they were given to the nobles. After the Turin Rebellion, humans migrated to the west, and the empire was destroyed. Most of these twelve legendary weapons were lost in the long river of history.
Legend said that five of them were preserved in the Theocracy of St. Maester. They were given to the first five noble masters who had made great contributions to the establishment of the Theocracy. After the masters of the five noble families died, the sacred weapons were taken back, and they were rarely released.
The last patriarch of the Acate Family who received this sacred object was Ponte Acate more than a hundred years ago. After the end of the Gemini War, Heathcliff gave him one of the twelve wings to thank him for his contribution and made him a saint. Since then, this object had never left the headquarters of the Theocracy for more than a hundred years.
"This? For me? "
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