Chapter 1900 The Sword of Victory and Oath

Appearance and performance are not necessarily directly proportional.

For example, Remy's dagger, although gray with black, looks like a moldy low-quality silver bar, but it is precisely because of the obsidian powder that it is mixed with that makes its hardness even higher, comparable to lower-level enchanted weapons.

However, for a little Lolita of Remy's age, whether the weapons are sharp and whether the equipment is sturdy is just a cloud.

What she cares more about is whether the weapons are beautiful and whether the equipment is gorgeous.

In her opinion, beauty is justice, gorgeousness is justice, and she would rather not have injustice.

But I was the one who gave her the dagger, and she couldn't refuse, so she could only honestly tell me her truest thoughts.

However, no matter how straightforward and sincere she was, I couldn't take the dagger back, because it was not just a dagger, but also the hope that Remy could survive in the dungeon.

Seeing that I had no intention of taking back the dagger, Remi pouted, put the dagger back into her bag with a look of resentment, and put it into her innermost pocket.

Master Dewey is worthy of being regarded as his own son. While helping my fiancees forge fine gold weapons, he also forged a batch of mithril weapons and gave them to other people in the guild, one for each person.

When I first entered the hall, the daggers I saw played by the maids and girls were purely made of mithril.

This kind of pure white and very heavy dagger is deeply loved by them, and the scabbard embedded with exquisite patterns is even more eye-catching.

Even Remy wanted to trade her meteorite dagger with them, but come to think of it, she never tried to negotiate. Firstly, the maids and girls might not be willing, and secondly, she wouldn't do it without my consent. dare.

As a former adventurer and now a maid in a café, Florence’s weapon was not a dagger, but a tailor-made dagger.

Florence caressed the mithril dagger with great care, as if caressing her child. A look of nostalgia slowly flowed from her eyes. She had completely fallen into memories. Unconsciously, the corners of her lips raised slightly. A touch of curvature, although not stunning, is still stunning.

Zach Fuer told me: "Florence was once the best warrior in the team, better than Billy and stronger than me."

I responded to him with a smile: "My sister-in-law is still the best warrior, and she is very great. She is not only responsible for the logistics of the entire guild, but she also often endures missing her children."

"Yeah," Zach said with an embarrassed look on his face, "It's a pity that I'm not a qualified father, nor a qualified husband. I don't have the ability to give my child father's love, and I have to deprive him of the mother's love that he should enjoy."

"Don't say that." He patted Zach's shoulder lightly and responded with a affirmative look: "You are a good father, and Florence is also a good mother. Everything you are doing now is for the sake of your child." Paving the way for the future, I believe that when he grows up and experiences all this personally, he will be proud of you."

Zach smiled sheepishly, with both relief and bitterness in his smile.

The boss lady is the boss lady, she is quite tough both inside and outside.

Perhaps Master Dewey was also shocked by her strength, so he spared no effort to build an equally powerful weapon for her - a halberd.

The proprietress holding the halberd in her hand did not show nostalgia and sentimentality like Florence. On the contrary, I could feel a surging fighting spirit from her restrained aura.

That is the fierce fighting spirit that only strong adventurers can develop after experiencing countless lives and deaths.

Feeling this emotion, I felt very uneasy and even regretted giving the halberd to the boss's wife.

She probably won't come to me for discussion, right?

I thought so.

However, the next second, the proprietress slowly turned her head, her eyes were fixed on my face, and she raised the corner of her mouth and said, "Xiao Yi, when you go to Fort Vicky again, remember to say thank you to Master Dewey for me."

Seeing that he was not looking for me to discuss, I immediately breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile: "No problem, boss lady."

"One more thing." The proprietress skillfully performed a trick, put the halberd to her side, and said, "Help me ask the name of this halberd."

My heart, which I mentioned again, slowly dropped, and my nervous expression also relaxed a lot. I tried my best to squeeze out a smile and said, "Okay."

"One more thing. Now that I have a halberd, I feel ashamed of myself if I don't show my hands. Tomorrow morning, you can accompany me to practice the halberd." The landlady opened her mouth and showed a fierce smile.

"Me too, I'll be fine too!" Jackson suddenly stood up and said expectantly: "Don't think I focus on defense, but when it comes to trial moves, I'm no worse than anyone else!"

The landlady glanced at him, thought for a while, and said, "Are you really coming too?"

"Yes!" Jackson said, "Please be sure to let me try this move!"

"Well, that's okay," the landlady said, "Then you can go on stage tomorrow and help me warm up."

Jackson grinned from ear to ear in excitement.

He must feel that this is the first step towards getting closer to the boss lady, but in my opinion, he is running wildly on the road to death.

After dinner, I sat in the courtyard with mixed emotions.

Mr. Taylor was lying on a wicker chair, drinking wine, and comforted me: "Don't worry, you can't die as long as I'm here."

I laughed twice as a response.

At this time, a burst of fragrance floated into my nose, and I turned around to see Emily in casual clothes.

"It's really rare." I suppressed my tragic emotions and joked, "You're not wearing a uniform."

"I'm trying new experiences," she said calmly, "so that I can better integrate into the family atmosphere."

"Actually, you don't need to make any changes." I looked at her beautiful face and said in a daze, "You have been accepted by everyone."

She coughed lightly and said calmly: "Maybe, but I can do better."

When I came back to my senses, I smiled and said, "You haven't told me yet how you feel about using that fine gold sword. How do you feel about it?"

"Very good" Emily's eyes flashed slightly, and then she regained her composure.

"It seems that the adamantine weapons are not yet able to meet the expectations of my Emily." I smiled and said: "When there is a chance in the future, I will get a magic weapon for you to use."

Emily shook her head slightly: "Magic weapons are too rare and too valuable."

"What's this? As long as my Emily likes it, even if it's a divine weapon, I'll find a way to get it for you."

At this point, I paused and murmured: "I just don't know if there are sword-like artifacts."

Mr. Taylor, who was drinking at the side, slowly put down the bottle of wine, stared at the starry sky in ecstasy, and said softly: "A sword-like artifact? Of course there is."

I was startled and then asked: "Do you know where it is?"

Taylor smiled and said: "How could I possibly know this kind of thing? Trika told me."

"Grandma the Queen?" I thought for a while and then asked, "Then what else did she say to you?"

"She told me the name of that sword." Taylor once again looked at the starry sky in ecstasy. After a long time, he said: "The Sword of Victory and Oath."