Chapter 243 Odachi

Holding the Zanmatachi sword in my hand, I realized that it seemed to be very light and had no heavy weight as expected.

Pulling the sword out of its sheath, a cold light suddenly appeared.

The knife is silver and has many patterns carved on it. However, these patterns are not similar to the patterns on my left arm. They look orderly, regular and beautiful. They should exist purely for decoration.

I tried waving it a few times, and it was very light, or in other words, very light. This extremely light weight gave me an illusion: Could it be that it couldn't cut anything at all?

"Where can I test the knife?" I asked.

Harold pointed inside, where there were several rows of human-shaped wooden stakes, all of which were brand new.

"No one ever uses it?" I asked.

Harold shook his head: "No, people from the guild often come here to test knives, they just change them frequently."

Holding the Zanmatada sword in hand, I stood in front of one of the wooden stakes and chopped it down with my wave of hands.

Uh-huh!

With a low sound, the Zanmatada sword stably cut across the wooden stake.

The shadow of the knife flashed for a second, and the wooden stake was broken from the middle, and the upper half fell to the ground with a clang.

The cross section is neat and tidy, as if it has been polished.

What a knife!

I couldn't help but admire it secretly.

Immediately, he pulled out the Naotachi from his waist and chopped it again in the same manner as before. The wooden stake was shortened again, but the cross section was still flat and smooth.

Moreover, the Naotachi is much sharper than this Zanmatachi.

"pity."

I muttered.

Put the Zanmatachi sword into its scabbard and put it back on the shelf.

Harold said: "This sword was made by the elves, and it is engraved with the totem patterns of the elves."

"What kind of demon is attached to it?" I asked.

"Reducing weight and sharpness" Harold said: "The elves are one of the few groups that can enchant the same weapon multiple times."

"Haha. I'm really bad at everything." I muttered.

"What did you say?" Harold didn't hear me clearly.

"Ah, I was asking what kind of demon is possessed by this Zumatachi sword?"

“Both reducing weight and increasing sharpness.”

"No wonder it's so light," I said. Then, I pointed to another tachi and said, "What about this big tachi? How about it?"

Harold looked at the sword and said, "I found this sword from a ruins."

"Relics?" I asked, "If you, an adventurer, don't explore dungeons, why are you robbing tombs?"

"Tomb robbing?" Harold was startled at first, then understood what I meant, and said, "It's not wrong to use the word tomb robbing."

Harold said sadly: "That kind of behavior can indeed be regarded as tomb robbing."

Then, while I was looking at the sword, he told a story about the Odachi.

The whole story is not long, but I didn’t hear anything about this sword from beginning to end. Only at the end, he mentioned: Finally, a group of us left in a hurry. Before leaving, everyone said: I brought something out, and I picked up this Odachi sword.

I can't help but sigh, this is the benefit of being tall and big.

Although Harold's story sounds tasteless, I still smell the flavor of gossip in it.

"Harold, do you like the one named Alma?" I asked.

Irma is the name that appears most often in Harold's stories, and I guess it's a woman.

Sure enough, Harold's cheeks turned red. He hesitated for a while before saying, "This... this is the sympathy between teammates."

I was absolutely certain that Irma was a woman.

"Stop talking nonsense!" I joked: "Am I still unaware of the true love between teammates and the extremely ambiguous love between teammates? You and Yura have been together for a long time, right? Why don't I feel that you are interested in Yura?" Have you ever created a feeling of sympathy and sympathy for each other as teammates?"

"She is the child of a former teammate"

"Come on." I pushed back what he said: "In Zefeng Continent, is there an argument that girls who are teammates can't marry? Not to mention girls, even granddaughters and granddaughters, shouldn't they still be married, so you can Stop using this rhetoric to fool people, just say, you don’t like that woman named Alma?”

"Ah! Yes, so what, what does this have to do with you?" Harold said angrily.

"That's alright," I spread my hands and said, "It really has nothing to do with me, but since you told me the story and I happen to want to take your things, it does have something to do with it."

As I said that, I gently stroked the scabbard of the Odachi. The texture was very hard, cold, and smooth. I scratched it with my fingernail, and I could clearly feel the texture of the scabbard. It was made of wood.

Ordinary craftsmen would not choose to use wood as the sheath of a tachi. Firstly, it is easy to decay, and secondly, it is easy to be damaged.

However, the wooden scabbard in front of him seemed a little unusual.

If you scratch the texture with your fingernail, you will find that the wood of the scabbard is very hard. A scratch on ordinary wood will leave a shallow mark, but there will be no mark on it.

You know, after I became an adventurer, the strength and density of my body are not comparable to ordinary humans. And now that I am a seventh-level adventurer, my strength and other aspects have made a qualitative leap. What about Marvel's Compared with heroic characters, it may not be the opponent of the Hulk, but it is more than enough to take care of Captain America and so on.

Even though I was stronger than I am now, even after scratching the scabbard with my fingernails, I still couldn't leave any trace on the scabbard, which shows how hard it is.

Just when I was marveling at the scabbard, Harold's voice sounded again: "What does it have to do with it?"

"It's just because people have short hands," I said casually. As I said that, I picked up the sword and slowly pulled it out of its sheath. There was no cold light or cold light.

Because the blade is black.

It was as black as ink, without any traces, and also like the night sky that covered the sun with clouds, mysterious and terrifying.

"This knife." My eyes lit up, and my steadily beating heart began to become chaotic and intense: "It's beautiful! It's so beautiful!"

"The first time I pulled out this sword, I had the same reaction as you," Harold said: "It's just that I'm not good at using tachi, and there are very few members in the guild who use tachi, so it has been idle. it's here."

"Oh, so that's it." I praised: "Such a beautiful knife must have an extraordinary origin. Is the ruins you mentioned before a cemetery used to bury a certain celebrity?"

"Cemetery, what is that?" Harold wondered.

It seems that the terms 'tomb robbing' and 'cemetery' have not appeared in Zephyr Continent.

"Ah, that's it, the cemetery!" I explained: "You should understand the cemetery, right?"

Harold had a look of realization on his face. He thought for a moment and said, "If you say that, I will understand. Well, the cemetery is right. It is indeed a cemetery."