Fulilian: The Little Master Who Doesn't Understand Love

After receiving the notification from Durol, Lord and his party immediately rushed to the magic workshop.

Duror held a silver-white long sword in his hands. There was an invisible magical aura flowing on the sword. This was the residual magic in the magic crystal, which made this holy sword have magic power as soon as it was forged.

He solemnly handed the sword to Lord: "Even in my hundreds of years of forging career, this holy sword is my best work!"

The value of the eternal ore and high-purity magic crystal alone is immeasurable. Dulor even feels that even in the treasury of the Dwarf Kingdom, there are few that can be compared with them.

The main reason is that there are not many forging masters like him!

Lord naturally didn't know what Dulor was boasting about in his heart. He just took the holy sword and asked, "Well, does it have a name?"

"Not yet. How about Mr. Lord come up with one?"

Lord looked at Celie and was about to speak, but considering her poor naming ability, he closed his eyes again.

But Celiaco didn't care and said directly, "Just call it the Eternal Holy Sword! It's based on the Eternal Ore anyway."

"Didn't you say that nothing is eternal in this world?" Lord joked.

Celie turned her head and said, "You must have remembered it wrongly."

Ignoring the elf lady's embarrassment, Lord gently stroked the sword, feeling the magic flowing through it, and slowly said, "Let's call it the Sword of Human Rights - Elsword!"

This is the result of the joint efforts of all partners.

Everyone contributed to killing the dragon, and the most crucial eternal ore and magic crystal were discovered by Som.

If the other party didn't prefer to use an axe, Lord might have given the holy sword to him.

"The Sword of Human Rights—Elsword?" Norn whispered the name.

Anyone with a discerning eye could see that Lord was naming this holy sword after the founding of the human nation he had mentioned earlier.

Does he want this holy sword to be passed down forever?

No wonder it is based on eternal ore.

"It's not a very good name." The elf lady was still stubborn. She felt that Lord's naming skills were on par with hers.

"By the way, have you added the materials I asked you to find before, Mr. Dulor?" Lord suddenly turned around and asked.

"Of course! I don't know what your intention is, but I happen to have similar ore here, so I'll add it in as well."

"What did you add?" Celia asked curiously.

"A special ore, similar to the holy sword that only those who are recognized can lift?"

"Is this true?" Celie was a little surprised. "I've never heard of this kind of mineral."

"Of course not! I was just kidding!" Lord laughed. "Actually, I just added some ore that increases weight. Only by injecting magic power into it can its weight be reduced."

After realizing that Lord was teasing her, Celie's face turned red with anger.

If there weren't so many people around, she would definitely shoot a few arrows at this ungrateful human.

No, not light arrows, use light guns!

Only in this way can I relieve the hatred in my heart!

Eric came closer, staring at the holy sword eagerly, feeling itchy inside: "Can I touch it?"

"Here." Lord handed it over generously.

As a result, Eric almost dropped the holy sword as soon as he caught it. It turned out that just as Lord said, the holy sword was incredibly heavy.

"You have to inject magic power into it to reduce its weight." Lord reminded kindly.

Eric hurriedly did as he was told. He felt that the magic power in his body was rapidly decreasing, and correspondingly, the weight of the holy sword was also decreasing.

"Forget it, forget it, I'll just give it back to you!"

Eric felt that in just a short while, one tenth of the magic power in his body was gone.

This thing absorbed magic power so quickly that he seriously suspected that Mr. Lord had no intention of using this holy sword in battle.

But what he didn't know was that Lord had a backup plan.

A way to make it easy for even the dwarf Thorm to lift the sword.

"let me see."

Celie took the holy sword from Lord's hand. It looked a little strange to hold this two-handed sword in her petite body.

"Be careful!"

As soon as Lord finished speaking, Celia had already raised her

, the holy sword in her hand suddenly burst out with dazzling blue light.

In terms of the level of magic power in her body, Celie is now equivalent to 2.5 Lords, or 10 Erics.

So she was not worried at all about the magic-absorbing effect of this holy sword.

"Not bad! How about trying out its power?"

Celia returned the holy sword to Lord, who nodded slightly.

Outside the dwarven town.

Originally, Lord wanted to find a random place to test the power, but Durol said that the power of this holy sword was a bit scary and it had to be tested in a deserted place.

So the group came to a place a little further away from the dwarf town.

Lord raised the holy sword high, with the tip of the sword pointing directly at the ground in the distance. As magic power was injected, the light on the sword became brighter and brighter, and finally became as dazzling as moonlight.

"Hmm, is it about infusing magic power and then releasing it? But it seems to be mixed with some traces of magic."

Celie stared at Lord's every move and muttered to herself.

Everyone was a little confused as to why Lord did this, but Celie saw some of his ideas.

Lord wanted to use this holy sword to shoot out magic power in a torrent.

That's a good idea.

"cut!"

After the power was accumulated, a ray of blue sword light split the earth, and everything on the ground turned into powder the moment it came into contact with the sword light.

A gully was cut into the ground, and it seemed to have no end in sight. It was roughly more than a hundred meters long!

The light and smoke faded away, and the scene fell into complete silence.

Eric's eyes trembled: "This power is too scary!!!"

Celia nodded in satisfaction. "Not bad." Then she pointed to a small hill on the other side and said, "Try to see if you can split this hill in half!"

Lord smiled bitterly: "I don't have that much magic power now."

The dazzling light gradually dimmed, but the sword still shone with a little light.

Durol stroked his beard excitedly. "It's perfect! Only I can make such a perfect holy sword! Can other dwarves do it?!"

"Pfft!"

Lord laughed subconsciously when he heard such a familiar speech, but fortunately, Dulor was still immersed in his masterpiece and didn't care about it.

"But your idea is good. Is it a newly developed magic?" Celie came to Lord and asked.

"It's not really magic, it's just releasing the magic power inside."

“What’s the upper limit for storage?”

"very many!"

Lord didn't explicitly state the upper limit, but since he said so, Celie had a bold idea.

She looked at Lord, who was looking at her as well.

The two of them understood each other's thoughts as soon as their eyes met.

A tacit smile between the two of them also rose at this moment.

Chapter 59 Forgot something

"Look, Norn, do I look like the legendary savior now?"

Eric held a staff in one hand and a long sword in the other. He wore light armor but had a cloak on his back, giving his whole outfit an abstract style.

"I don't think he's a savior hero, but more like a clown." Lord suddenly broke in and said, trying hard to suppress his smile.

"Uh, what is that?"

Neither Eric nor Norn understood what Lord meant by the clown.

"A special profession that involves wearing a funny mask, deliberately making a fool of oneself, and robbing the audience of their smiles."

"Uh, I don't want to be that person."

There are many ways to bring smiles to others' faces, and Eric has already made up his mind to be a great hero who can protect everyone and make everyone smile happily.

He felt uncomfortable at the thought of having to rely on his own embarrassment to make others laugh at him.

"Sacrificing yourself to bring laughter to others? That's worthy of respect."

Norn nodded secretly.

The viewers don’t care what expression the clown has under the funny mask. They only care about how funny the clown’s actions are.

Perhaps from a certain perspective, the other party is more like a hero.

They gave different answers, perhaps this is the difference in their personalities.

Now they have left the dwarf city and set out on their journey again.

Before leaving, the old dwarf Durol upgraded everyone's equipment.

Som changed into a new set of mithril armor, which has good resistance to magic attacks and physical blows, and even his battle axe has been strengthened and upgraded.

Eric and Norn chose the well-made longswords from Durol's workshop, which were much more useful than the ordinary longswords they took with them when they left the village.

Besides, Eric's sword was completely destroyed in the battle with the dragon, and even Norn's was almost scrapped.

Of course, because of Eric's special nature, Lord also designed a magic wand specifically for him to help him cast magic.

Lord and Celie picked out some magic items, most of which could speed up the recovery of magic power.