Chapter 1927 Another Way to Activate the Artifact

When the fingertips touch the sword, there are waves of coolness. It is not a bone-chilling cold, but the coolness of the lake in autumn.

When your fingers gently slide over the ancient characters engraved between the sword body and hilt, a trance-like halo gently blooms.

The halo is fleeting.

But Fred Alexander was extremely excited: "Yes, it's this halo! As graceful as a virgin, as elegant as lake water, with gentle waves and lingering light. This is what fascinates me most about this artifact! "

Looking at His Royal Highness Alexander's extremely excited expression, I was a little speechless - is your emphasis wrong?

It seems that the criterion for measuring an artifact is not its special effects, but rather its actual use.

If you really like brilliance special effects so much, you can definitely find someone to create a prism. You can get whatever brilliance you want. Only you can't imagine it, and there's nothing you can't see.

Before I could raise any questions, the dwarf king took the lead and asked: "Your Highness, I would like to ask you about the actual use of this artifact and its name."

"Ah? Oh, what is the use? Please wait a moment and let me appreciate its light again." His Royal Highness Alexander stared at the knight's sword in trance and ordered: "Well. Xiaoyi, put your finger on the ancient text Come on, hey, that’s wrong! I asked you to put your fingers on the ancient characters on the sword, not on your own arm!"

"Okay, yes, that's it, keep it up, good"

While pressing my fingers on the ancient characters on the sword body, I had to stay as far away from the sword body as possible, even out of the range of the halo emitted by the sword body. Various regulations forced me to assume a very far-fetched posture.

I turned to the crowd helplessly, and the people who responded to me were Master Dewey’s helplessness, the Dwarf King’s wry smile, the Goblin King’s shrug, and Master Hall’s hands.

Everyone showed full sympathy for my experience, but no one said anything to interrupt His Highness Alexander.

Soon, it was approaching noon, and several big guys were discussing the topic of lunch, while I was listening. Master Dewey asked me habitually: "Xiaoyi, what do you want to eat?"

Before I could answer, Master Hall interjected: "Eating may affect His Highness's mood for appreciating the artifact, so let him be hungry first. It won't matter if he misses one meal anyway."

"That's not possible!" the dwarf king said in a loud voice: "If my son-in-law is hungry, my daughter's happy life will be completely ruined!"

"That's right!" I also actively agreed with the Dwarf King's point of view: "My father-in-law is wise!"

"Why don't you make something simple and send it over?" The Goblin King suggested: "The style should be as small as possible. Let him rest his belly first. After His Highness has finished admiring it, he can give Xiaoyi a good meal as a reward."

"That's a good idea." Master Dewey nodded and said, "Xiaoyi, what do you want to eat? I'll ask someone to bring some."

"Well, I want to eat too much." I said pitifully with a bitter expression on my face, "But now I'm even more eager to free my arms."

"Sorry, my son." Master Dewey replied with an apologetic smile: "Please forgive me for being unable to help."

Just when I felt desperate, a smear of blood helped me get rid of the fate of always touching the artifact with my fingers.

The blood stain came from the palm of my hand. Because the stiffness of my arm made it difficult for me to move, my palm unknowingly rested on the blade and made a slight stroke.

A slight pain entered my mind and attracted my attention. I slowly moved my palm away, and I was shocked to find that the halo was still there.

Why does my hand still shine when I leave it?

I looked at the artifact curiously. Apart from being stained with fresh blood, it was no different from before.

In other words, is all this because of my blood?

He raised his hand with a question mark on his face, looked at the wound that was healing at a speed visible to the naked eye, and couldn't help but curl his lips.

It was only then that everyone discussing lunch realized that I had actually left the artifact.

But they didn't preach to me right away. Instead, they looked at the artifact lying quietly on the coffin.

"Is that red thing blood?" Master Dewey asked in surprise: "Xiao Yi, were you cut?"

He quickly glanced at my right hand, then looked panicked, stepped forward, held up his palm, and examined it carefully. After confirming that there was no wound, he breathed a sigh of relief and said, "There is no injury, so those red liquids, what is it then?"

"Blood," I said, "it's my blood."

Master Dewey raised his eyebrows and said, "Don't scare me, you're not hurt at all."

"Brother" the dwarf king took a step forward and said: "Xiaoyi's body is different from ordinary people. As long as it is not severely injured, he can recover in a few breaths."

"I know this." Master Dewey took out his handkerchief and wiped the blood on my palm: "I just can't help it."

Master Hall also took a step forward and said: "You regard Xiaoyi as your own son. We can all understand this feeling, but he is an adventurer after all. There are some things that are different from ordinary people and we cannot treat him the same."

Without waiting for Master Dewey to speak, the Goblin King took the lead and said: "Xiao Yi, as my brother's sole heir, he represents not only an ordinary adventurer, but also the foundation of the entire Fort Vicky, and the leadership of our two clans. Responsibility for greater strength and prosperity, and because of this, no casual scratch on his part can be ignored!”

"You are too alarmist," the dwarf king retorted: "Our son-in-law's burden is indeed heavy, but as an adventurer, how can he not be injured?"

"Xiaoyi is still growing and getting stronger. In the future, our tribe will also need a leader who is strong and not afraid of hardships. There is a saying that a leading wolf can turn a group of sheep into a wolf-like ferocity. A leader can only make a group of wolves as docile as a sheep, but if he wants to become a leader, Xiao Yi must endure more pain and endure more hardships. During this period, he will inevitably be injured and bleed!"

"What you want to say is that those who are close to vermilion are red, and those who are close to ink are black." The Goblin King rolled his eyes at the Dwarf King and said, "Although what you said makes some sense, I still think it would be better for Xiao Yi not to get hurt."

The two kings fought with each other with great pleasure.

Master Dewey held his chin and pondered for a while, and said: "You have the blood of the Feide family, so your blood also has a power unique to the Feide family. Because of this, it is always activated. state."

"That's probably it." I glanced at the knight's sword, and then at His Royal Highness Alexander who looked intoxicated. I turned my head and said with a smile: "Now I can finally get rid of it and have a sumptuous lunch."

Master Dewey immediately smiled, his smile full of helplessness and doting. He raised his finger and tapped my chest: "You, hey."