Infinity Throne

How should I answer this line...?

Shouldn't I come?

If you come, I will come too?

If you don’t come, neither will I?

Yi Lin hesitated for 0.3 seconds, was too lazy to talk nonsense, and directly took out the [Blank Divine Sword Crystal] dug from the wolf's den.

"Hurry, don't talk nonsense, hurry up."

Blacksmith Ge Lang: "..."

The blacksmith stopped what he was doing.

Looking unhappy.

But he still wiped the big beads of sweat on his forehead honestly, and with his dry and chapped hands, he took Yilin's blank Excalibur crystal and looked at it carefully.

"Purity...barely."

After a while, the silent and pretentious blacksmith finally said a human word.

When Yi Lin heard this, her expression was slightly startled: "Is there any difference in the purity of this kind of crystal?"

The blacksmith smiled coldly and rubbed his big hands on the blank Excalibur crystal a few times.

Yi Lin watched helplessly as the blacksmith's calloused palms rubbed the surface of the crystal, and a thin layer of white powder came out from between his palms.

It was obviously the crystal being ground into powder.

How many years of skill does it take to roll crystals with bare hands?

Yi Lin resisted the urge to snatch back the crystal she had finally acquired.

After the blacksmith rubbed it with his palm, the pure white crystal flashed with light, and its name suddenly became——

[Flawed Blank Excalibur Crystal].

"That's pretty much it."

The blacksmith's frown relaxed slightly now, and his other hand silently stretched out to Yi Lin.

Yi Lin understood.

He took out the blood-red short knife from the [Props].

Yi Lin froze slightly before handing the red dagger to the blacksmith.

Somehow.

This mysterious "magic sword" felt to him as if it was a part of his body that was difficult to part with.

Like... something important.

"Isn't it just a piece of equipment?"

Yi Lin also felt a little weird about her weird emotions.

But now is not the time to think about it, after all, I have lost my memory, and it is useless to just dwell here. To unlock this "magic sword", it seems that you must go through the process of being sharpened by the blacksmith Ge Lang.

The big deal... just wash it off after you're done.

Yi Lin finally handed over the red dagger.

Feeling a little distressed.

"You... please be gentle."

Yi Lin stared at Blacksmith Ge Lang and held it in for a long time before finally saying this.

"Heh, huh."

The blacksmith laughed first, then snorted coldly.

He glanced at Yi Lin and said, "A true assassin will never hand over his weapon to others."

I don’t even want to be a cat, okay?

"Hurry."

The blacksmith didn't seem to want to get too entangled with Yi Lin, and he didn't know why.

There was always a hint of disgust in the expression he looked at Yi Lin.

But this is a task.

Have no idea.

God, you cannot be disobedient.

The blacksmith reluctantly raised the red dagger with one hand, level with his eyes. He squinted his eyes and carefully looked at the shape, material, curvature, and edge of the dagger.

Gradually, a hint of surprise first appeared in the blacksmith's cold eyes, then a trace of doubt flashed, and finally only a deep sigh remained.

"It's a pity, it's a pity, it's a pity."

"Um?"

The blacksmith has no Toiri Rin.

After saying three short sentences to himself, he shook his head: "That's it."

Yi Lin clenched her fists.

No words were spoken.

But the blacksmith kicked Yi Lin out of the door: "Go away, don't disturb my work."

Yi Lin was a little confused.

This is my weapon.

But there is no way.

The blacksmith's level was estimated to be extremely high, and Yi Lin couldn't stand it at all. She didn't even have room to resist, and was kicked out by the blacksmith in the blink of an eye.

In desperation, Yi Lin could only look at the closed door and wait outside.

Outside the blacksmith shop, in the chimney, billowing black smoke was like a pillar, rising straight into the sky.

"Dang-dang-dang, ding-ding-ding, click, click, click, click, click, click -"

Through the door, there was the sound of crazy blacksmithing coming from inside.

The sound of iron striking was unusual.

It was as if blacksmith Ge Lang had used eighteen different postures.

It was difficult for Yi Lin to think about, imagine, and figure out the cruel treatment his weapons were receiving.

Blacksmith Ge Lang didn't tell Yi Rin how long to wait before he went out.

Although Yi Lin felt that this period of time was a bit painful, he had no choice but to wait.

Wait until the blacksmith takes the initiative to open the door.

Although Yi Lin once thought about using [Shadow Kill] to turn into a shadow and get in through the crack in the door to see what the blacksmith was working on.

But after struggling for a while, Yi Lin took a deep breath and gave up the idea.

As the saying goes, there are specialties in the arts. As an important NPC in the novice village and one of the life mentors of adventurers, Blacksmith Ge Lang should not do anything like stealing his weapons.

"Probably not."

Yi Lin walked around the blacksmith shop five times and found no secret door where he could sneak out. Then he felt relieved and said this.

"..."

What Yi Lin didn't expect was that she had to wait for several hours.

He even felt a little urgent to urinate midway, but he didn't dare to leave, so he could only hold it in.

At this moment, Yi Lin suddenly understood why the dog always liked to spread its legs and pee into the wall.

During these few hours.

The sound of hammering in the house was as dense as a storm, with almost no pause or slowdown.

Yi Lin's expression became more serious as she listened.

It was hard for him to imagine the terrifying physical strength that allowed Blacksmith Ge Lang to swing the sledgehammer without stopping to complete such high-intensity work.

Yi Lin was a little worried.

He was not worried about blacksmith Ge Lang's health.

What Yi Lin was worried about was whether such a hammering technique would destroy his "Excalibur".

Another moment passed.

finally.

The clanking sound of iron suddenly stopped.

"call--"

"Zizzi——"

inside the house.

It stirred up strange movements again.

The black smoke that was constantly rising from the chimney and was considered the source of air pollution in Labu Town turned into a strange dark red color.

"Huh? This is...?"

Yi Lin's nose twitched slightly.

He didn't know if it was an illusion, but at this moment he felt that there was a strange smell permeating the dark red exhaust gas. It smells a bit like blood, but not quite. There is no fishy smell of blood, but a strange fragrance.

"Ey-"

Just when Yi Lin was wondering what the lingering smell in the air was, the shop door, which had been closed for several hours, finally opened a gap.

"Come in."

The hoarse, dry voice of the blacksmith came from inside the house.

The moment Yi Lin pushed open the door and entered, a terrible wave of hot air rushed towards her face. Yilin suddenly had the illusion that the hairs on her face were being roasted into curls, and her face was covered with a burnt smell, which was very scary. Although it may be a psychological effect, the temperature in the room is so high that it cannot be faked.

It’s hard to imagine how Blacksmith Ge Lang could survive in this environment for several hours.

Is it true that NPCs don’t talk about the laws of physics at all, but only the rules of the game?

According to the normal game process, shouldn't it be completed instantly with a clap of both palms and a flash of golden light?

Yi Lin didn't have time to ask.

But the blacksmith held a thin red knife and quickly swung it in front of Yi Lin.

hiss--

After the knife slashed across her face, Yi Lin felt a chill on the back of her hand. When he looked down, he saw that there was a thin opening there.

The blacksmith was very cruel, but the knife was faster.

Before Yi Lin could react, the red dagger in the blacksmith's hand was stained with Yi Lin's own blood.

The bright red blood quickly soaked into the blade. In the blink of an eye, a feeling of blood connection came from the knife in the blacksmith's hand.

"Where did your 'Excalibur' come from?"

Yi Lin took over the new version of the "Excalibur" and had not yet played with it carefully. When she heard the blacksmith ask, Yi Lin couldn't answer, so she could only shake her head and said, "I forgot."

"Oh, that's right. You have lost your memory."

Blacksmith Ge Lang stood up, staggered to the corner, bent down and picked up a large wine bottle. He bit open the lid with a click and drank a few gulps to quench his thirst. He didn't look at Yi Lin and sat down alone in the corner of the room.

"There are only forty-nine 'divine swords' in this world. I know 'their' name for each of them, but I have never seen this one like yours."

The blacksmith opened his mouth and took another big sip.

oh.

Have you finally started explaining the world setting?

Yi Lin smoothly held the "Excalibur" behind her back and listened carefully to Blacksmith Ge Lang's words.

"Every divine sword is given by the 'god' Ouranos. It is unique, cannot be copied, and cannot be created by mortals. The weapon where divine power is born is the divine sword."

Yi Lin pouted: "Then you are not very powerful? You can even repair the divine sword."

"Repair?" Blacksmith Ge Lang laughed at himself: "I just beat 'em' awake."

"..."

Blacksmith Ge Lang fell silent again.

He poured scalding scalding wine into his mouth. Not only did the thirst not be quenched, the mucous membrane on the lips became even more dry, and even faintly oozed blood.

a long time.

Blacksmith Ge Lang said another sentence: "Your 'magic sword' is blood."

"What's the meaning?"

Yi Lin frowned.

"roll."

"?"

"roll!"

"..."

The old blacksmith seemed to have inherited the glorious tradition of "speaking only one-third" of NPCs in the game world. After saying something incomprehensible, he kicked Yi Lin out of the blacksmith shop.

The end.

A low murmur came from inside: "Let's wait until you find the 'blood of the saint'."

Yi Lin was stunned.

Right now.

"Ding!"

There was a crisp sound in my ear.

[The main mission has been updated! 】

[Current main mission: ‘Excalibur:? ? ? ’ road to recovery! 】

[Current mission goal: Find the ‘blood of the saint’ for blacksmith Ge Lang. 】

[Task difficulty: SSS! 】

[Task time limit: None. 】

[Task reward: unknown. 】

…

SSS!

What the hell!

Yi Lin slammed the door a few more times.

There was no more movement inside.

Yi Lin lowered his head, thoughtfully.

"Forget it, since the mission has been released, it means that only by finding the 'blood of the saint' can we proceed to the next step, so we can't force it."

Yi Lin took out the brand new weapon and looked at it carefully under the sun.

Yi Lin was slightly startled.

The brand new weapon is as transparent as red glass in the sun, and seems to break when touched. The "Excalibur" that had been thoroughly beaten was very thin, as thin as a cicada's wings, and the thickness was almost imperceptible when looking straight at it. Weighing it in your hand, it feels like it has no weight, so light that it can float on the spot.

The reforged "Excalibur" is completely different from its previous form, as if it had become someone else's weapon.

"Strange...how could it become like this?"

Yi Lin clearly remembered that before Blacksmith Ge Lang took action, the weapon was still quite thick.

If you look closely, you can see that there is blood rolling and flowing in the almost transparent knife, which is extremely magical.

Yi Lin thought of Blacksmith Ge Lang's words again.

"Your divine sword is made of blood."

baffling.

In order to avoid long nights and dreams, Yilin left Labu Town as quickly as possible.

In a deserted place, Yi Lin grasped the unknown "Excalibur" and activated the ability of the legendary "Excalibur".

——Summoning spirits.

At the moment when the weapon ability is activated.

Two rays of light, one red and one white, emerged from the blood-colored thin blade, and then turned into two extremely graceful shadows.

"Nie Hongxiu,"

"Bai Xiaoyi,"

"Come in obedience to the call."

"We asked you,"

"Are you our Master?"

Yi Lin: "...?"