Lord blessed by the elves

Chapter 19 My Clever Sister

Seeing his brother's bewildered expression, Kruze finally couldn't help but laugh out loud: "Well, Rezal? Does this 'broken blade' even meet your standards?"

Rezal's lips twitched a few times, as if he wanted to say something defiant, but in the end, he nodded honestly and almost imperceptibly.

Elena, meanwhile, proudly puffed out her chest, as if she had forged the knife herself.

Kruse himself was stunned. Although he knew that Damascus steel had excellent properties, he never expected that his first creation, the "Centipede-Coiled" sword, would be so sharp! This completely exceeded his expectations.

While everyone was still reeling from the shock of the dagger slicing through the wooden stick, a deep and serious voice suddenly broke the silence:
"Wait." Wilstone had appeared beside Rezal at some point, his hands, which were used to holding swords, slowly extending. "This knife... please let me try it too."

Everyone was stunned, including Kruse.

How could a poorly crafted, oddly shaped dagger attract such serious attention from this well-traveled Silver Knight?

Seemingly sensing everyone's confusion, Wilstone took the dagger, his fingertips gently tracing the twisted patterns, his voice carrying a rare hint of solemnity:

"What I want to test is not its sharpness." He raised his eyes, his gaze piercing, "but its effect on the flow of battle qi."

Upon hearing this, the people present who had cultivated battle qi—Kruze, Rezael, and even the young Elena—instantly understood its importance!
In this world, the quality of a weapon depends on far more than just the hardness of its material or its sharpness.

A truly exquisite weapon must be able to perfectly contain and transmit battle energy!

Under normal circumstances:
Ordinary weapons: Although they can allow battle aura to pass through, there will be a noticeable "resistance", like water flowing through a narrow pipe, greatly reducing their power.

Superior weapons: They are usually infused with precious magical materials such as adamantite and mithril, which greatly improves the efficiency of battle aura circulation, allowing every bit of the warrior's power to be unleashed without any loss.

Top-tier weapons can even produce a "battle aura amplification" effect, further enhancing their output power!

Failed products: A few weapons, due to impure materials or forging defects, can actually hinder the flow of battle qi, like setting up roadblocks in the meridians, causing the user's strength to plummet.

As for Kruze's short sword, it was made from the most ordinary scrap metal, without even a piece of fine gold or mithril!

If it also has good aura conductivity... that would be an absolute miracle that defies common sense!

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Wilstone took a deep breath, and his powerful silver battle aura began to surge.

As a Silver Knight, his battle aura had long been condensed to the level of mercury, and now it was slowly flowing into the short sword in his hand through his meridians—

hum!
With a slight tremor, the short sword emitted a clear and melodious ringing sound!

Even more astonishingly, those originally ugly and twisted patterns suddenly shimmered with a flowing silver light under the infusion of battle qi! The battle qi flowed freely within the blade, even more smoothly than it had flowed through Wilstone's own sword!

“This is impossible…” Wilstone’s usually calm voice trembled slightly. With a flick of his wrist, the short sword drew a graceful arc in the air, and silver battle aura poured out like moonlight, silently cleaving an anvil three meters away in two! The cut was as smooth as a mirror, as if it had been cut by the most delicate magic!
"Aura loss rate... less than 20%!" Wilstone stared intently at the short sword in his hand, as if looking at some rare treasure. "This is comparable to a custom-made weapon infused with refined gold! And this... is just made of scrap iron?!"

The entire blacksmith shop fell into a deathly silence.

Everyone was stunned speechless by this scene that defied all comprehension.

Kruse's throat felt a little dry.

He suddenly realized that he might have... unintentionally touched some kind of forging taboo in this world.

Using the most ordinary materials, through special forging and patterning techniques, can one achieve effects comparable to priceless magical weapons?
If this gets out...

“Young Master.” Wilstone suddenly knelt on one knee, holding the short sword up to Kruze with both hands, his voice more solemn than ever before, “Please… you must continue to hone your skills in this art! The future of Lion Fang Territory may very well rest on this sword!”

Kruze's eyes lit up with ecstatic joy. He yanked Wilstone up from the ground, his voice trembling with excitement: "Great! Great! Wilstone, tell me quickly, how many gold coins can this knife sell for? Every copper coin in the territory is like a lifeline right now!"

Wilstone took the dagger, his fingertips carefully tracing its cold blade. He weighed it in his hand, pondered for a moment, and then spoke cautiously: "My lord, the materials of this dagger... are of excellent quality, and its sharpness is restrained. It's a pity... that it has neither jewels nor magic." He paused, then gave a conservative estimate, "If it finds a discerning buyer, ten or so gold coins should suffice."

“A dozen or so…” Kruse chewed on the number, his eyes growing brighter and brighter.

Just then, Rezal couldn't hold back any longer. His eyes were fixed intently on the dagger in Wilstone's hand, as if it were a priceless treasure: "Brother, Wilstone is right, but... why the rush to sell it?" He stepped forward, his voice urgent, "Find Butler Buffett! He knows the market price inside and out, and he knows collectors and mercenary leaders who are willing to spend money! Besides..."

Rezal's voice suddenly lowered, carrying a hint of reluctant pleading, "This knife... it's too good! The lines, the center of gravity, the sharpness are all impeccable! Keep it, brother! It's not just a toy; in a crucial moment, it will definitely become your secret weapon to defeat the enemy!"

His thoughts were obvious—he simply couldn't bear to let go of that short knife.

"Snapped!"

A crisp clapping sound suddenly rang out.

Elena jumped up angrily and slapped Rezael on the back of the head without any hesitation, her chestnut curls flying slightly in anger.

"Second brother! Did you get your head stuck in a door?" Her clear voice carried a hint of exasperation. "The knife was forged by eldest brother himself! If you have one today, you can have ten or a hundred tomorrow or the day after! Think long-term!"

Elena tilted her head back, her eyes sparkling with unreserved admiration and confidence in her brother. "Big brother's craftsmanship will only get better and better! When he becomes the best Iron Knight in Campnor County—" she emphasized the word "best," raising her voice with a prophetic certainty, "then, the people who want big brother to forge weapons will line up from the castle gates all the way out of the county! They'll spend far more money than these ten or so gold coins today! So much more that you won't even be able to count them!"

(End of this chapter)