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Chapter 64 Hand shaking and hand pain

The blindfolded nun looked down at the skewer of grilled fish in her hand, and then looked at the indifferent Xi Mu beside her, just in time to meet his eyes.

"Don't get me wrong, it's just grilled fish." Ximu looked away coldly, picked up another skewer of grilled fish, handed it to the little mare's mouth, and fed it patiently.

The little mare ate the grilled fish in silence, looking at the blindfolded nun next to her who was so moved, she had a feeling that she was just being sentimental.

But this strange nun... does not seem to be in danger. Otherwise, with her strength, she would have killed Akhtar long ago, instead of being so moved by the string of grilled fish that Ximu casually sent her now.

A human woman who is surprisingly easy to understand and easily deceived.

Thinking of this, the little mare withdrew her attention and began to enjoy Akhtar's feeding with peace of mind. She originally planned to leave after confirming that Akhtar was safe.

But since this human would take the initiative to feed her, it wouldn't matter even if she stayed for a while. Human lifespan is short anyway.

After this human being dies, he can still wander alone.

"Thank you, Master Ashes." The blindfolded nun's voice was soft, with a hint of imperceptible joy, "This is the first time I have received...a gift."

"..."

Ximu was silent for a moment after hearing this. He seemed to be surprised. He turned his attention to the blindfolded nun again and said:
"For a beauty like you, there must be many people pursuing you. Are there any shortage of gifts?"

The blindfolded nun next to him is undoubtedly a beauty. Even though she is blindfolded, it does not lose her charm, but brings a unique sense of mystery.

You don't need to do much. As long as the blindfolded nun sits quietly, you can attract people's attention and admiration, and thus receive gifts from admirers.

The blindfolded nun was silent for a moment, looked at the cracked wood in the bonfire, and said softly: "Lord Ashes, do you know...the Twilight Order?"

Xi Mu nodded slightly.

There are several fixed villains in the early stages of this game, and the Twilight Order is a gathering of followers of the fire giant Surtur.

As a well-known villain force in the game, apart from being unable to unblock the fire giant Surtur, it seems that any bad thing can have something to do with them.

"In order to understand the outline of Ragnarok and confirm the coming end." The blindfolded nun raised her hand and touched her eyes, "The Twilight Order will look for talented children from all over the world and train them into nuns who serve fire. .”

She lowered her hands and spoke softly.

"Contacting Ragnarok and obtaining the revelation of destiny is a very sacred thing for the Twilight Order."

"Any nun who serves fire must undergo rigorous training. Children who are not talented enough will die in the process. Only a very small number of children survive and successfully obtain the destiny guidance of Ragnarok."

Speaking of this, she faced Ximu with a smile.

"Lord Akhtar, you are the destined Lord of Ashes, the master I am destined to serve."

"Boring." Ximu commented indifferently while leaning on the stone. The blindfolded nun beside him smiled lightly when he heard this and did not offer any rebuttal.

From the perspective of ordinary people, this matter... may not be understandable.

"So the Twilight Order also knows that you...approached me?" Ximu asked suddenly, his voice seemed a little wary.

In response, the blindfolded nun shook her head.

"Lord Ashes, after receiving the revelation of fate, I have left the Twilight Order and came to you out of my own will."

"Really?" Ximu nodded. He didn't know if he believed it or not. He just fed the two grilled fish to the little mare and then fell asleep leaning against the stone on the river bank.

Although everything the blindfolded nun said seemed easy, the actual process was quite tortuous and not as simple as it seemed.

For example, the blindfolded nun did not say why she... blindfolded her eyes, nor did she say whether she was hunted down for betraying the Twilight Order, nor did she say how she was caught by the Twilight Order when she was a child, and how cruel and inhumane her training she went through.

Being imprisoned in a dungeon where you cannot see your fingers, if you cannot perceive the outline of Ragnarok, you will endure the erosion of hunger and loneliness in the endless darkness, and slowly step into the abyss of death.

Even if they can sense the outline of Ragnarok, the nuns who serve the fire will die within a few years because they are infected with the fire of Surtur.

The blindfolded nun beside him was already dying.

In a sense, the first normal person and kindness that the blindfolded nun truly came into contact with was himself.

The night is as cold as water.

Except for the gurgling river, the whole world was quiet. The blindfolded nun looked at the bonfire that was about to go out, and seemed to feel a chill.

You will catch a cold if you sleep like this.

She took out her cloak and gently covered Lord Ashes. After confirming that Lord Ashes was not awake, she breathed a sigh of relief.

Well, this way you won't catch a cold.

The little mare next to her witnessed this scene the whole time, and after confirming that the blindfolded nun had no intention of attacking, she was really just covering Akhtar with her cloak.

She also closed her eyes and fell asleep.

This human woman seems to be quite gentle, but it's a pity that she can't figure out why she wants to serve the fire and pursue the destiny of Ragnarok.

What a waste of beauty and strength.

The bonfire goes out.

Silent all night.

The next day.

It's...well, it's still dark.

In the underground world, there is no concept of sunrise and sunset, unless magma flows here, or artificial light sources are created.

Otherwise it will remain dark.

But after a night's rest, my condition was completely restored.

Ximu stretched himself. All the negative conditions on his body disappeared and he was completely restored to his peak state.

"Partner, let's go!" He turned over and mounted the little mare, then glanced at the blindfolded nun, only to see her smiling quietly, standing quietly to the side, smiling towards him.

There was silence.

"Thank you for your cloak last night." Ximu thanked him, and then left with the little mare, while the blindfolded nun stood there, watching their disappearing figures.

She raised her hand and touched her chest gently, seeming to feel joy. It seemed that Master Ashes was not very resistant to her presence.

He even thanked her.

……

...

Leave the jungle.

Keep running towards the deeper underground world.

Since the flame giant Surtur was sealed deepest underground, the overflowing power dissolved the earth and turned it into magma.

This leads to the deeper the underground world, the more powerful the power contained in magma is, and it is naturally more suitable to build powerful weapons.

Therefore, powerful dwarf blacksmiths usually like to live deep underground and use the power of magma to forge weapons.

Of course, the closer you get to the deep underground world, the dangers you encounter will continue to increase. The monsters will become more powerful, and there are also crazy Twilight believers.

Anyway, ordinary people will definitely not want to go to the deep underground world.

"Ha~ If you can find this place, you must also be here to forge weapons."

at this time.

In front of the forge house, a dwarf with a white beard, holding a cigarette in his mouth, looked at the silver-armored knight riding an eight-legged horse in front of him, and said in a casual tone:

"Seeing that you are not an ordinary guy, tell me your building needs."

The silver-armored knight in front of him can ride a powerful monster, which shows that his identity and ability are not simple. What he wants to build should attract his interest. After all, a blacksmith at his level no longer cares about wealth. Money... is too vulgar.

It is still an interesting inspiration, which is more attractive to him.

It's a pity that no one has been able to come up with a design that he finds interesting for a long time, so naturally he is too lazy to build it.

"I want to make a big sword." Xi Mu dismounted and handed over the design of the Great Sword of Death. The white-bearded dwarf took the design and looked at it for a while.

He put down the design drawings and looked serious.

"Where did you find this design?"

Others may not see the value of this design, but he is the top dwarf blacksmith, so he immediately saw something was wrong with this design.

This is clearly the legendary Great Sword of Death, a weapon given to the Death Familiar by the Witch of Death. In the distant past, only one Death Familiar held the Great Sword of Death.

And now he actually holds the design of the Great Sword of Death in his hand.

"I researched it myself." Ximu lied without changing his expression, and the white-bearded dwarf smiled disdainfully.

It is impossible to deceive him.

"Okay, a beautiful lady gave it to me." Ximu changed his tone and asked with a puzzled look, "Is there anything wrong with this weapon design?"

The problem is serious.

The white-bearded dwarf twitched the corner of his mouth. He thought about many things at this moment, from the identity of the silver armored knight to the recent assassination of the Plague Goddess and whether the Death Witch had escaped from trouble.

Then he untangled a line of logic.

"I can't build this weapon." He returned the design drawing to Ximu, planning to move now and find a place to live in seclusion.

Now if he dares to help the Silver Armored Knight build the Great Sword of Death, that would be betraying the gods, but if he doesn't build the Great Sword of Death, he would be offending the witch.

Either choice is terrible.

"To be honest, there is a big problem with my... hand." The white-bearded dwarf raised his palm, which was constantly trembling.

"Even the most advanced healing prayers are useless." He sighed, his beard trembled slightly, and he choked:
"I can no longer build weapons of this level."

This is a lie. In fact, he is in very good health. Not only can he smoke and drink, but he also goes out to relax with beautiful dwarf girls every once in a while.

However, he could only pretend to be sick, otherwise he would offend the Witch of Death and there would be no chance of him going to hell.

After all, the Death Witch likes to collect souls for fun.

"Really." Ximu sighed in disappointment, looked at the trembling hand of the white-bearded dwarf, and held out a dagger, "Can you still hold the hammer?"

Test me?
The white-bearded dwarf looked at the handed dagger and held it with slightly trembling hands, looking melancholy. "It's okay to just hold it, but it can't be refined."

"If this is the case, there is nothing we can do." Ximu held the hand of the white-bearded dwarf, looking melancholy and helpless.

Then he stabbed the dagger into his palm with sudden force.

what's going on.

The white-bearded dwarf was stunned for a moment. He did not want to attack the knight. It was the silver-armored knight who struck the dagger with his palm.

The blood flows.

dripping.

Ximu looked at the confused expression of the white-bearded dwarf, showing a look of pain, but he did not let go of the white-bearded dwarf's hand.

"Despicable, even poisoning."

White-bearded dwarf: "..."

What this human being wants to do is to frame him, but there is no one else here.

And right now.

pat.

The sound of the bracelet breaking was heard, and it fell to the ground along Ximu's wrist, while the dwarf master looked down at the bracelet on the ground.

I felt...a strong omen of death.

"Those who dare to hurt my beloved disciple, the Witch of Destiny, listen carefully, don't think that death is the end." The sweet female voice revealed a frightening murderous intention.

The air seemed to freeze at this moment.

The white-bearded dwarf opened his mouth, feeling as if he couldn't breathe. He wanted to shake off Ximu's hand, but found that his body could not move.

No...it was an inexplicable force forcefully acting nearby, ordering nothing to move but to remain fixed.

The wind stopped.

Fire condenses.

The smoke in the air stopped moving.

Until behind the Silver Armor Knight, a mature and elegant beautiful woman appeared. She glanced at the white-bearded dwarf with cold eyes, and then her eyes fell on the pierced palm of the Silver Armor Knight.

It's not me who hurts your apprentice.

The white-bearded dwarf wanted to explain, but he did hold a dagger and pierced the palm of the silver-armored knight.

This... explanation probably won’t be believed by anyone.

"Teacher, you are here." Ximu turned his head, looked at the witch Hecate who appeared beside him, and quickly took a step back.

He held his bleeding palm and frowned slightly.

"I'm sorry for letting the teacher see my embarrassed side."

"Apprentice, you don't need to be strong in front of your master." Hecate shook her head gently and held Xi Mu's bleeding palm.

Then Ximu's pierced palm began to heal, and it returned to its original state in an instant.

"Is this the power of fate?" Ximu moved his palms, then turned his eyes to the white-bearded dwarf and asked:

"Is the master so reluctant to help me build weapons?"

Without waiting for an answer, he added.

"Is it because the weapon is the Great Sword of Death?"

"...It's actually the Great Sword of Death. Isn't that a legendary weapon?" The white-bearded dwarf was silent for a moment, then showed a surprised expression, "Then I want to make it no matter what, because this is the glory of the blacksmith! "

He held out his palms that were no longer trembling.

"Ah~ I'm so excited that I don't even tremble anymore."

"So the master is willing to help build the Great Sword of Death?" Ximu seemed a little surprised, and the white-bearded dwarf looked at the witch standing next to the silver-armored knight.

His kind smile.

"Of course I do."

"Apprentice, are you going to let him go like this?" Hecate seemed a little dissatisfied, staring at the white-bearded dwarf with cold eyes and said:

"My master thought it would be good to pull out his soul, put it into a wick and light it forever, and listen to his wails."

White-bearded dwarf: "..."

(End of this chapter)