Chapter 1930 Biao Fei’s Artistic Cell

"Then what if I give the artifact to her?"

Master Dewey's tone was very relaxed, as if the artifact was just a dispensable commodity.

"You put it lightly, but I don't intend to do that."

"Why?"

Before I could answer, another chuckle came from the other end of the crystal: "Oh, I understand, you are still remembering her grudge, right?"

"There is a reason for this."

"Although I don't advocate holding grudges, I don't object to it either. Besides, what the Fairy Queen did was indeed inappropriate. It's natural for you to hold grudges against her."

"I can't say I hold a grudge, it's just that there is always a knot in my heart that I can't get rid of."

"Understood" Master Dewey said: "Since you don't want to give it to the Fairy Queen, then you can use it yourself."

"But I used a knife!"

"Then give it to the sword wielder," Master Dewey said, "I believe you already have a definite candidate in mind."

Yes, I do have someone I want to give the Sword of Victory and Oath to, and that is Emily.

She has always been the personal bodyguard of the Elf Queen, and is also the president of the Rose Legion. She is always on the edge of the most danger.

This is not caused by the existence of Akahavi, the traitor of Moonlight City. Strictly speaking, to this day, Akahavi has not assassinated anyone in a real sense. It has always been a joke. Noisy.

The real threats to the life and safety of the Elf Queen are those nobles who seem to be upright and full of justice and morality.

The game between the nobles and the royal family does not only exist in Moonlight City, but is an extremely common phenomenon, and the higher one is in a high position, the more one can feel the contradictions.

Moonlight City wiped out the rebels, and Dashai City killed chickens to scare monkeys. These measures seemed to be for the sake of justice and the country, but in fact they were just to defend the absolute power of the royal family.

After the last time a large number of noble armies were wiped out in the name of exploring the island, those nobles who opposed the Elf Queen had no choice but to cease their activities for the time being.

Although without their troubles, Moonlight City finally seemed to be calm, but in fact, this was just the tranquility before a bigger wave.

Unless the contradiction is resolved or the source of the disaster is eradicated, the danger and chaos will remain.

Emily is very strong, but she is not the strongest after all, and there is no guarantee that the strongest will be able to sit back and relax.

In order to improve her chances of survival, I could only help her with equipment.

The adamantine sword is naturally the best ordinary-level weapon, almost on par with enchanted weapons, but if Emily can be equipped with the Sword of Victory and Oath, the survival rate will definitely be greatly improved.

But there is a prerequisite: the Fairy Queen cannot be allowed to recognize this sword.

"You are right, I do have a clear target to send the sword to, and you have also met her, that is Emily."

"Is she that beautiful and perfect elf girl?"

"She is right," I said, "but I am troubled by a problem."

"Is the problem that bothers you probably related to the Fairy Queen?"

"That's right," I said, "I'm worried that the Fairy Queen, knowing the existence of this sword, will want what Emily wants, and it may be detrimental to her."

"This problem is easy to solve," Master Dewey said, "and I have already prepared a solution for you."

"On the lowest level of the wooden box, there is a partition, which is made according to the pattern of His Royal Highness Alexander's coffin. Inside the partition, there is a set of printing molds, which are specially used to print patterns on weapons. The patterns are waterproof and wear-resistant. I Put it this way, do you understand?”

"You are indeed the greatest person in the goblin tribe!" I flattered: "Your foresight is comparable to that of the high priest of Dashai City."

"Okay, stop flattering and do what you have to do."

Master Dewey smiled and hung up the call.

Taking apart the partition, a set of molds specially used for weapon printing appeared.

After playing with it for a while, I understood how to use it. I wanted to give it a try, so I picked up one of the templates, aligned it with the Odachi blade, and stamped it.

A loud cry suddenly sounded in my mind: "Show mercy!"

My hand stopped in mid-air and I looked confused: "What's wrong?"

"What's wrong?" Odachi said angrily, "Are you trying to print something messy on me?"

"How can you say it's a mess?" I scratched my head and said, "These are all dragon patterns. They are so majestic and domineering. They must look great when printed on them."

"You can pull me down," Odachi denied: "If this thing is printed on me, it will only make me look average and ugly at best. I don't want it!"

Seeing that he refused so resolutely, I couldn't continue to force him, so I could only put down the Odachi and pulled out Xi Lan's demon sword.

The voice of Odachi sounded in my mind again: "Hey, this sword already has a soul. Its soul is likely to grow in the future. Don't worry that it will hold a grudge because of what you did today. you?"

The movement of my hand stopped again, and I looked at Xi Lan's demon knife hesitantly, feeling the throbbing of the soul in the knife, and I didn't know where to start.

After hesitating for a while, I put Xi Lan's demon sword into its sheath. I sighed deeply: "You can't do it, and neither can it. What should I do?"

"What should I do?" Odachi asked.

"Before I stamp the pattern on the artifact, I must at least practice it once."

"Does this still need to be practiced?" Odachi asked back: "Anyway, you are just trying to hide its identity. Besides, this pattern is not permanent, and there is no soul in this artifact, so it will not hold a grudge against you. , how about taking this opportunity to give full play to your artistic talents and let yourself go on the sword, so that you can not only express your feelings, but also test whether you have artistic abilities?"

He held his chin and thought hard for a long time: "That's fine, I'll just listen to you."

As I said, I picked up the mold, pointed it at the sword body, and made a series of random seals.

Tangible, intangible, nameable and unnameable prints were printed on the sword body at various angles. For a moment, I just felt my artistic cells flying.

After finishing it, I took a deep breath and looked at the Sword of Victory and Oath with satisfaction, which had completely changed beyond recognition. With its current honor, let alone the Fairy Queen, I am afraid that even His Highness Alexander would not be able to recognize it in person.

This reminds me of makeup, one of the four major Asian evil arts on the blue planet.

Sheathing the sword, and then putting it into the wooden box solemnly, Odachi sneered at the side: "Fortunately, it has no soul, otherwise I would have wanted to unsheath it on the spot, splattering you with blood, and then destroy this ship." The airship will be chopped to pieces, and we will die together with you in the end.”

"Is this necessary?" I frowned: "I think the print is very beautiful!"

"With all due respect, your appreciation of art has probably transcended the mundane world and entered a realm that is difficult for ordinary people to understand."

"What do you mean?"

"That means you're not normal!"