Chapter 881 Loss and Reasons

Dewey did not answer me immediately, but said in a puzzled tone: "What do you want with that? You don't use a sword?"

I told him the whole story. After hearing this, Dewey pondered for a moment and said, "To be honest with you, Claude's rapier is indeed in Fort Vicky, but I can't give it to you."

"There's a reason for it, right?"

"It's not because of the difficulty," Dewey said, "It's because the meaning of that thin sword is very important."

"I don't understand. A rapier is neither a magic weapon nor an enchanted weapon. What's the point of it?"

"It represents the dwarf master Cloud's highest attainment in general weapons."

"The highest attainment?" I asked in surprise, "Could it be that he is already dead?"

"I think he's not dead yet."

"Since he is not dead, it is still very likely that he will forge a better sword in the future."

"It's possible, but it's unlikely." Dewey's tone was a little low, and he seemed sad.

"What's wrong? Why did it suddenly become so heavy?" I asked in confusion: "Did that person not be able to continue forging weapons for some bad reason?"

"Yes," Dewey said, "There are indeed some reasons, but I don't want to talk about it now. I will tell you when you have time to come to Fort Vicky."

This is unfortunate news. It is estimated that Claude's rapier cannot be obtained, but I still have questions to ask Princess Analita, and the key to the question lies on this rapier. I took the call crystal and started After thinking about it for a while, I came up with an idea: "Do you sell a high imitation version of Claude's rapier?"

"You mean a fake?" Dewey asked.

"Um."

"Unfortunately, there are no fakes of Master Cloud's weapons."

"Eh? Why?" I asked puzzled.

"Because he is still alive," Dewey said: "The works of any living master are not allowed to be faked. This is an agreement signed by the dwarves and several other races."

"Ah, this is not going to be easy," I said distressedly, "I can't do it if it's true, and I won't let you do it if it's fake."

"I have no choice about this matter," Dewey said, "You can only rely on yourself."

Then, he hung up the call crystal.

I walked around in front of the door of Princess Analita's room several times, finally sighed, opened the door and walked in.

Princess Analita had a smile on her face, and she seemed to be in a great mood. As soon as I entered the door, before I had taken a few steps, she couldn't wait to ask: "When can the Claude rapier be delivered?"

I sighed: "I'm sorry, princess, I'm afraid I can't get Claude's rapier."

"Why?" The smile on Princess Analita's face froze: "You should be able to do it. I remember that you have a very good relationship with Master Dewey."

"A good relationship doesn't mean there is no bottom line, princess." I sighed again and said, "The Claude rapier you want is of great significance to Fort Vicky. I originally planned to get you a high-definition sword." I'm trying to make a fake to relieve your lovesickness, but unfortunately, Master Claude is still alive, and the works of living masters are not allowed to be copied."

Princess Analita's expression began to change. It seemed that she really wanted to get the rapier.

If she were my fiancée, I would have to steal it for her even if I stole it, but she is not, which saves me a lot of trouble.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, looking at Princess Analita's disappointed expression, she probably couldn't answer my questions. It really wasted a lot of my time.

Thinking of this, I curled my lips, stood up, and walked towards the door.

When I was approaching the door, Princess Analita suddenly stopped me: "Tell me about your problem."

"Eh?" I turned around and looked at her: "I don't have a Claude rapier to pay you."

"I didn't say I would definitely answer your question, I just wanted to hear it."

"Okay" shrugged, I walked back, sat on the chair, and said to myself: "Just treat me as a repeater and press callback."

"The question is this," I said, "What do you think of the burial ground?"

Princess Analita's eyes suddenly widened and she asked doubtfully: "Why do you ask this question?"

"There's no reason, I just wanted to ask."

"No, it's impossible!" Princess Analita said seriously: "If someone else said this, I might take it seriously, but you definitely won't!"

"Why?" I was also confused: "I am also a human being, and I exist like other human beings. Why do you think there is a problem when I say this?"

"Because I know you!" The princess raised her head and said, "Every question you ask me, even every word, every word has a purpose! You have always been like this!"

"Eh? Have I ever?" Scratching my head, I was already in a state of confusion.

"Well, even if there is, it's not a secret anyway. It doesn't hurt to tell you the reason."

I told the story about the monster attack on the Imperial Mausoleum of Moonlight City. Princess Analita's eyes were even wider than before: "No way! It's true! This is incredible!"

"Yeah, you think it's incredible too, right?"

Before I could finish speaking, the princess interrupted: "Yeah, I really didn't expect that there are monsters in the world that are made of rotten flesh and have eyes all over their bodies!"

Ah? Do you think it's incredible that this is the reason instead of a traitor among the elves?

"Uh, princess, why do you feel weird about monsters? You must have seen carrion puppets before, the kind in the dungeon."

"I've seen it before," the princess said seriously, "but the monsters in the dungeon were created by the God of Creation, while the monsters in the Elf Forest are likely to have grown naturally."

"Absolutely impossible," I said seriously, "That thing does not conform to the structure of a living thing at all, it is just a pile of carrion."

"That's why I find it incredible."

Princess Analita paid attention to these things. It seems that my words tonight were in vain.

I stood up from the chair and planned to leave the room. Instead of asking an unreliable princess, it would be more useful to lie on the sofa and think of a way to get it.

Just when I was about to open the door and leave again, Princess Analita spoke again: "I am not interested in the burial ground. There are only corpses in there, and there is also a peculiar smell, a very unpleasant smell. After it happened once, I couldn't get rid of its effect on me for a long time. Even when I was eating, bathing, sleeping, etc., I seemed to be able to smell the unpleasant smell."

I leaned against the door, listening to Princess Analita's words and lost in thought.

Princess Analita continued: "Actually, it's not just me. Many elves feel uncomfortable with that smell. Of course, there are a few elves who can endure or are immune to that smell."