Chapter 464

Even if he was Mr. Valkun, he couldn’t tell all the stories related to Epaganim, so this time he had to talk about killing the axeman in moderation.

Of course, Mr. Balkun heard the lack of explanation and said, ‘It’s strange. There’s nothing I can do with that alone...’ He continued to mutter, but by the time he even brought up the story that the evil spirits were involved, he showed a convincing and unreasonable reaction.

“I’m so sorry for you, but it’s kind of like asking a question. It’s a situation that’s hard to understand.”

“Can I know what’s going on?”

“Well, of course. It’s your weapon, but if you don’t know it, do you use it? I’ll explain in as much detail as possible.”

Normally, I only show reactions of whether or not it can be fixed, but since I have been constantly interested in weapons, Mr. Balkun’s reaction was very favorable.

He spent quite a bit of his time telling me about the state of my sword with various metaphors so that I could understand, and although there were several warriors, I was able to understand the current situation thanks to him.

“It’s a really crazy situation.”

“It’s nice that you understand so quickly. Do you have any plans to become a blacksmith later?”

It was Mr. Balkun who smiled with a joke, but the situation was more serious than I thought.

To put it simply, ‘Magic power and holy power were mixed.’ I can say enough... The distribution of the ingredients is unusual, so it’s not as simple as it looks.

Roughly 40% of Eldmia’s table magic, 30% of Epaga’s divine power, 15% of the manifested demon’s magic and remnants, 5% of the demon’s remnants, 5% of Mr. Balkun’s alchemy formula, and so on, 5 life values of various bastards My sword, composed of %, is said to be causing a mysterious Maillard... no, magical reaction, mixed in a form that was not originally possible because of the transformation that occurred at the core while undergoing extensive destruction this time.

The problem was that Mr. Valkun had no idea whether it was getting as tasty as fried food or was degenerating into something from the Twisting Nether, and originally, this phenomenon didn’t even happen just because the sword was broken.

“Embarrassingly, I can’t figure out how the hell these things can be mixed. As you’ve seen, the magic formulas inside have changed arbitrarily, so even the seeds don’t work, so they can’t even be repaired. ”

Now that things have reached this point, it was only natural that Mr. Balkun, who was stroking his beard in a very embarrassing tone, and the workshop people started to gather around me one by one.

The blacksmiths’ inquisitive spirit knew no bounds, but unfortunately their knowledge had an end. In fact, all the people who readily acknowledged that there was no one better than Mr. Valkun in this workshop, and after ceaseless efforts amid frustration and curiosity, began to persuade Mr. Valkun and me.

“I don’t doubt Master, but maybe the phenomenon that’s happening with this sword is a problem in a field completely different from ours. Why don’t we ask for help from other workshops?”

“That’s right. Old Colin’s workshop located at the intersection is said to research and deal with weapons related to divine power. He might find out something.”

At first, I believed in Mr. Balkun’s ability, so I didn’t listen very much, but I started to be interested little by little because Mr. Balkun, the person in charge, showed a reaction that he was very attractive.

He spoke so naturally and smoked that he almost didn’t understand for a moment, but his body reacted first as his hair stood on end.

“Don’t worry. I’m not just trying to figure it out, I have no intention of arguing and asking. One of the old people gathered earlier is a former priest. You said that there was a possibility that something was twisted in the process of pouring holy power, so I I woke up.”

“...That, only the hero uses divine power...”

“Okay. Do you know that today is the most difficult thing you’ve ever seen? Humans who can use magic and divine power? Being a human is surprising enough, but you know it’s less surprising than being able to do it when you’re not even a hero.”

Yeah, that was a poor excuse. Come to think of it, even Rummings said he had done 50,000 shovels during his long life, but it was my fault for not considering the possibility that the Dwarf blacksmith was a former priest. I thought I would make a mistake like this even though I almost fell for the self-destructing saintess.

“Since I didn’t know you were using magical powers, I would have just thought of you as a paladin.

“...I’m sorry I couldn’t tell you.”

“I’m sorry about everything. In such a situation, you should be more careful than anyone else. Anyway, now is not the time to worry about such trivial matters.”

It’s really dwarf-like that this is trivial.

On the one hand, I wondered if I didn’t think that I was a spy for the demon king’s army because the record of cutting the heads of the demons was so splendid, but I didn’t have to mention it and confirm it, so I decided to listen to him quietly.

“The conclusions drawn by the old folks who are artisans won’t be very helpful. We’re not sure what’s going on with this sword. It’s just that the shell is mortal, but the inside is already from another dimension.”

While saying that, Mr. Valkun took out the sword he was holding from its scabbard, looked it around, and then slammed it down on the floor.

– Kaang!

I was more surprised because I was sure that if I hit it like that, the ‘sword that was shattered’ would change to ‘the sword that was shattered’ than the action that was done without any notice, but despite the fact that I swung it quite strongly, the sword maintained its shape as if nothing happened. .

“The result is this.

“...You mean self-repair?”

“That’s right. As if it were alive. There is no guarantee that it will return to its original form. It’s not like the old people are talking about a holy sword or a demonic sword for nothing.”

Saying that, Mr. Valkun put the sword back in, and there was an indescribable emotion on his face.

“There’s no problem with cutting, and repairs are being done in a way I can’t figure out, so there’s nothing I can do right now. But unless something like this happens again, I guarantee that it won’t break while fighting. Well. .. even that won’t matter once the restoration is complete.”

I accepted the sword he handed me and pulled it out once more to examine the blade, but I still couldn’t understand why it didn’t break. The broken straight sword seems to be more worth watching than this one.

However, because he believed in Mr. Valkun’s ability, he nodded without saying anything.