Lord of Mysteries: Yao Guang

"Not bad garbage." Crow just glanced at it and accurately judged that the bone hilt itself was the most "valuable" part of the iron sword.

But to Crow, this thing is indeed just garbage. It only contains characteristics equivalent to those of the "Arsonist" in Sequence 7, and there is no shortage of items from the "Hunter" path in the Amon family's private collection.

As for that line of writing, Crow also saw it, so from the appearance to the engraving, there was nothing about this sword that interested him. If Esther hadn't also noticed the value and picked it up, Crow wouldn't even bother Give a review.

After all, just looking at this sword will remind Crow of some past events.

"It looks familiar, doesn't it?" Esther is no stranger to cold weapons like long swords, but this iron one is obviously heavier than the original "pale bone nail". To her now , which is better than nothing.

"Yeah." Crow responded perfunctorily.

"If my memory is correct, Medici's legions are all equipped with long swords of the same standard." Esther raised her sword and pointed, and a red fireball condensed and gushed out from the front end, flying four or five meters before disappearing. Disappeared into the darkness, "But it is specially made with extraordinary characteristics and is generally not used by 'hunters'."

"Well, it's usually given as a special 'reward' to those who have made meritorious service in the legion and have sacrifices in their families."

"I really don't understand this..."

Esther thought about it for a few seconds, then suddenly realized: "Wait, you mean using the extraordinary characteristics of soldiers who died in battle?"

Crow muttered in a rigid tone: "Some people think this is a special commemoration. And me? I just think it's a waste."

Esther now felt that it was wrong for her to continue holding it, and it was wrong for her to throw the sword away: "Isn't this bone also my own..."

"I don't know, you can try divination."

Esther hesitated for a few seconds and decided to pretend she had never heard of it and just hold it: "I don't know how to divination."

She raised her head and glanced at the corpse hanging beside her, two meters above the ground, and sighed silently.

If it were before, she might still have been obsessed with the idea of ​​"resting in peace", but now, Esther can feel the indifference of being alienated from things.

Even after she realized it, she had no intention of changing.

"You don't know how to divination?"

"After all, I'm just a 'stealer' now."

Crow heard the secret disgust in Esther's words, and licked her arm again and again: "What's wrong with 'thief'?"

Esther just smiled. In front of Amon, it was difficult for her to answer this question.

However, after some interruption, she remembered what she wanted to do before. Esther opened the woven bag that emitted light and took out a ball of spores from it.

As soon as it fell into her palm, the soft outer layer of the spore began to spontaneously extend into filaments visible to the naked eye, wrapping around the fingers that held her up with nostalgia.

Esther didn't even need to dig a pit. In just a few seconds after she threw the thing on the ground, a layer of frost-like mycelium spread out and pierced into the ground on its own.

The crow blinked, intrigued by the sight in front of him: "Is it also mutating?"

"Of course there will be changes. After combining the life of the 'earth' path, even the virtual spirit can obtain a more active entity."

"Isn't it okay to let a paranoid do this?"

Esther casually inserted the sword into the ground next to her, then leaned down and placed her palm against the gradually brightening mass of mycelium, not caring that it was squirming close to her palm, and the look on her face His expression was quite gentle: "I'm afraid it can't be done now. Flesh and blood are always different."

"That is to say, if He can go further in the future, it is still possible." Crow said thoughtfully.

Esther took back her hand and stared at her palm for a moment: "I seem to owe you an apology."

Crow's voice turned cold instantly: "That's enough. If you keep talking, I will really feel sick to my stomach."

"Hey, do you have times like this?"

Listening to Esther's happy laughter, it seemed as if she had taken advantage of something - but the fact was exactly the opposite. The feathers on the crow in her arms were almost fluffy. A subtle and sharp crisis intuition made Esther He stopped laughing for a moment, but there was still a strange look on his face.

Crow couldn't understand it and didn't bother to find out what it meant.

"Okay, I won't say anything anymore," Esther's tone was still gentle, and she didn't care about the creepy feeling when she was being targeted.

The hyphae are stacked and arched, and there is no visual difference between them and a bunch of flesh and blood monsters squirming and trying to get up, except that its light flickers, revealing a pale yellow halo. Esther could feel it responding to her, and its affectionate attitude was just like a child trying to give good things to its mother.

She raised her hand from bottom to top, and the half-formed mushroom responded to her attempt to communicate. The light became stronger from the root and quickly spread upward, forming a distinct transportation structure like blood vessels inside.

One light spot after another climbed up inside the pipe, and a buzzing sound came from the area close to Esther's palm. The light spots below were almost squeezed together due to hesitation, and they barely swam away while trembling. It wasn't until Esther withdrew her hand that the light continued to flow smoothly, and her eyes were a little dazed.

Until the tall mushroom in front of her was completely formed, Esther just glanced at it roughly and noticed that it was larger than the similar ones in Silver City, and its shape was more rounded, with a distinctive snake scale shape, and the scattered light was more stable. broad.

Esther drew the sword again, easily shaking off the dirt from the sharp blade. Judging from the degree of preservation of this sword, it is most likely that it was once made of special materials. Otherwise, even if it has been continuously recast and polished over such a long period of time, it will be difficult to maintain its original brightness.

Esther recalled that she was still in Adam's "treatment" room, but met Medici in the Southern Continent. Although it was only a brief contact, she gave him that special flesh and blood cloak...

Pinning the long sword to her side, Esther subconsciously touched the empty collar. At this moment, she suddenly remembered that she was still a little uncomfortable with it: "But this sword obviously belongs to a descendant of the legion."

"That descendant is hanging behind you." Crow said bluntly.

"That's not what I want to say, it's about Medici. I have seen him in both the Northern Continent and the Southern Continent."

"Yeah……"

Esther heard the crow's indifference towards this topic. She recalled what Medici said at that time and the tit-for-tat attitude: "Have any unpleasant things happened between you two?"

"I designed to murder Him. Are you satisfied with this answer?"

Sorry, I have been busy for a long time today...I finally finished writing.