Chapter 972: 954 diction

Chapter 972 954. Farewell

“This, right.”

The giant’s huge finger touched the sword surface of [turbid current·mutilation].

 Makes a dull 'bang' sound.

“This one has the roughest craftsmanship and the strangest materials.”

“This.” The huge finger turned and pointed at the Sword of the Lake Lady.

"The caster's craftsmanship is similar to mine. But the direction is very different."

Lan En’s strange eyes turned back and forth between the two swords with very different shapes.

Although the giant's ability to express is not strong, Lan En's ability to understand is strong enough. So he still understood what the giant blacksmith meant.

The Sword of the Lake Lady is a weapon made by God, and the forger is the Lady of the Lake. The giant in front of him is the blacksmith of the gods in this world, and has served the gods since the age of mythology.

Perhaps even earlier, the weapons of the gods in the ancient dragon war may have come from his hands.

The cuneiform stones and the original cuneiform stone disk were also placed in the hands of the giant.

The strengthened [Turbid Current·Destruction] has no change in appearance.

“There is a wedge-shaped stone original plate, and I can strengthen it to a great extent.”

“Are you leaving, sir?”

With a 'crack' sound, Lan En put the Lake Girl's Sword back into the scabbard on his waist with one hand.

The level difference between them may be so small that the giant blacksmith is afraid of having his own way, so the weapon might as well not be used.

But the giant sword next to it was first made of Valyrian steel by Berengar, and then added with Nergigante material in the hands of the leader of the second phase of the New World Regiment.

The product of the dragon transformation experiment poisoned him. Even the gods couldn't bear something from the hands of a person like Othroais.

The giant blacksmith tilted his head: "Perhaps even bugs, rats, and wild dogs wouldn't want to get in."

If before, ordinary people had to stand closer and almost touch the sword to feel the ferocity of this sword, then now.

“If I put this sword in the house, will no one dare to go in?”

So even though Gwendelin was freed from the stress of the battle, there was still no recovery.

He went to see Gwendelin before leaving.

Gwendolen was lying on a red velvet bench in the mansion, giving a weak greeting to the witcher. Youershika put her legs together and sat obediently next to her brother.

Lan En put the giant sword back into the alchemy leather bag and waved his hand towards the giant behind the anvil.

“There’s probably nothing else in me worth using this material on.”

It seems that we can only wait until Rosalia comes to the Cold Valley to be cured with that powerful miracle that is as warm as the sun.

“Did you use it all?”

The iris in the witcher's pupil suddenly shrank into a line.

The giant seemed to be counting pebbles in the palm of his hand. He plucked the materials back and forth with one finger. After finishing, he tilted his head and asked Lan En.

The leather gloves made a pleasant friction sound against the steel.

Fine.

It seems that it has become a ‘demon sword’ just as the Nilfgaardian rumors said.

Lan En held his chin with one hand and said.

This momentum is much stronger than before!

After all, the materials for this sword were all cut from the Nergigante himself. How could he be frightened by a sword made from these materials?

The wedge-shaped stones as big as a palm and the wedge-shaped stone discs as large as stele disappeared in the blink of an eye.

He tremblingly stretched out the slender palm that had transformed into a claw, as if he wanted Lan En to hold it.

The witcher did not hesitate, thinking that this was Irithyr's farewell etiquette.

Lann stepped forward and bent down, holding Gwendolin's hand.

But Gwendelin quickly retracted his hand and turned his face away.

Just You'ershika sitting on the side, sitting dignifiedly with her legs together and leaning forward slightly.

represents the etiquette of farewell.

—

‘I hope that when we return to the Deep Church, nothing will happen again there. ’

Lan En and Flanbuqiu were riding on Qilin's back. Even the bumpy mountain roads that people could not walk on could not make Qilin feel any pressure, and he could even complain easily.

Then Lan En slapped the side of Qilin's slender neck, making a 'snap' sound.

This slap is enough to kill a person, but to the ancient dragon in the New World, it is just a "little fight" between friends.

Just like two Thunder Wolf Dragons playing with each other by slapping their mouths.

After slapping, Lan En grasped Qilin's mouth frantically and shook it, causing the mane on its neck to fly.

“You should shut up now! I hope it gets better!”

The flannel ball also ran up to the unicorn's head, meowing and tugging on the unicorn's pale horns.

Qilin knew that he had said the wrong thing and immediately shut his mouth.

There were no twists and turns on the way back to the Deep Church from Irusil, which somewhat relieved Lan, who had already experienced many things in this world.

After avoiding the many wandering souls entrenched at the entrance of the deep church, Lan En once again saw this huge and deep church.

Everything is business as usual, no chaos, no fighting.

“Look at how you look.”

Leonard’s voice came from the second-floor terrace of the church, echoing in the empty church.

He stood at the edge of the terrace, looking down at Lan En and his party who had just entered the door.

Of course, there was a natural mockery in his tone as always.

“Do you think that Rosalia’s followers would be as disloyal as Sullivan?”

“No, that’s not the case.”

Of course Lan En would not admit it. He led Qilin and Velvet Ball and said to Leonard while being carried up to the second floor by the huge raised fence gate.

Lan En spread his hands with a smile on his face.

Facing this posture and this face, few people can feel hostile.

Although Leonard didn’t know why he was unhappy with him, it seemed that he couldn’t say anything bad in this situation.

So he just made a 'cut' sound under the silver mask, turned around and led Lan towards Rosalia's bedroom.

“I came here this time to say goodbye to the goddess.”

"Farewell?" Leonard turned around in surprise while leading the way, "Where else can you go in this situation?"

“I also have a place I should go back to.”

Lan acted like he didn't want to say too much, while Leonard was only surprised for a while at first, and then looked indifferent.

“Heh, it’s up to you. Just don’t be surrounded by wandering spirits when the time comes. Just draw a talisman to summon me.”

“Oh, thank you for reminding me. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have remembered to do this.”

Leonard seemed helpless and speechless, and could only adjust the silver mask on his face with his hands.

“You are really annoying, Lan.”

"Really? You are the first to say such a thing. Don't worry, I won't take it seriously."