The nightworm flapped its wings and hit the crystal chandelier with a puff.

Within the range of light, the cloak was waving. Two tall knights held up wooden boxes and entered the inner courtyard of the castle. In the majestic triangular roof building hall, the lights were brightly lit. The huge chandeliers with magic circles shone out below, and figures stood respectfully on both sides.

At the highest position, the old man named Ikamain stroked the handrail of the beast's head, and his gray hair was combed upwards cleanly and neatly. Even in his fifties, he was still strong in shape and energy-bearing as young people. At this time, he was discussing with the people below about taxes in the city for the next month.

Soon, someone came in outside and whispered a few words in his ear. The old man nodded and waved to a group of government officials: "If you go down, you must not lose a single tax this month."

When everyone left the hall and went out, the old man looked at the informed accompanying him and said, "Let them come up."

After giving instructions, two knights in armor who had already been waiting for him walked in with a long wooden box and placed them in front of the stone steps below the first place.

"Marquis, this was discovered fifteen days ago in the north of the desert. When we received it, we had seen it. It was indeed a weapon..."

With the knight's report, Ikamain walked down the stone steps, looked around the wooden box for a while with interest, and then interrupted the other party's words: "Isn't it a magic weapon?"

"No..." the knight shook his head.

The old man was silent for a moment and waved: "Open!"

The butler next to him quickly got started, took out the corresponding mark, and gently compared the magic lock on it. With a slight sound of "bang", the wooden box automatically popped up and opened the lid.

Ikamain's pupils shrank a little.

In the wooden box, a long sword that was indescribable to him lie quietly inside. The wide and long sword body had a beautiful curve from the middle to the tip of the head, and in the middle was a rune that the old man could not understand.

What he really cared about was the strange skull on both sides of the sword head, with long horns flipped over and covered with patterns one by one. On both sides of the skull were sharp and curved downward, like fangs.

When your fingers touch it, the cold texture of metal is transmitted.

Ikamain couldn't help but pick it up. It was not light in weight, and four small skulls were embedded around the tail of the sword hilt.

"This sword... looks too evil."

The old man weighed and carefully stroked every detail on it, "It's a pity that the craftsmanship of this sword is too exquisite... but it's just an ordinary sword, without soul."

When he was young, he had a high level of swordsmanship. After he succeeded as a marquis, his focus of life was on busy government affairs. Now, he feels like he is not capable of holding a sword again, but he still has his eyes.

"Marquis, why not reshape it..."

"no."

Ikamain rejected the butler's proposal and took a look at the weapon in his hand: "...... instead of reshaping an ordinary sword, it is better to rebuild one..."

Speaking of this, the old man paused and couldn't help but sigh: "...Oh, this sword is too exquisite. If you rebuild it, you can't do it so exquisite."

To create a qualified inscription sword, the old man never lacks materials, and there is no problem with a hundred. The only thing missing is the sword shape in front of him that can make his eyes lit up.

However, it is also quite expensive to reshape a sword of ordinary material.

This is what makes the elderly feel hesitant.

"Marquis." The housekeeper seemed to see the old man's hesitation, "...no matter how expensive it is, at that time, re-forged it, hand it over to Lord Alund, and then dedicated it to the upper country. Our taxes may be reduced or even exempted."

Here Lord Alande refers to Ikamain's only son.

“………….”

The old man sat in his seat, looking at the sword standing on the ground, and was silent for a while: "I heard that something happened in the upper country, and the army led by the crown prince disappeared... The royal family over there may have to set off a new crown prince dispute. The emperor is old, and we, as the people below, have to stand in a good position..."

After thinking for a moment, I slapped heavily on the armrest.

"That's what it's decided to reshape the best inscription wizard in the castle!"

Ikamain looked at the strange skull on the hilt of the sword, "This sword has become a legendary appearance. Now, we will give it a matching powerful inscription..."

Just as he handed the sword he got from unexpectedly to the housekeeper to take it down, a warning message from the guard suddenly came from outside, and the outside suddenly became noisy.

A group of guards protected the hall in full armed forces, and more people rushed to the place where the warning was issued.

"What's going on?"

The old man walked out of the hall and stood outside. A guard came over to report: "Marquis, the detection array outside the castle has been activated. It should be that someone wanted to sneak in."

"Where are people?"

"Searching, but it is very likely that when the detection array is activated, it has already escaped."

"Continue to track down!"

...

Just when the Marquis's residence was bustling, on the bustling street, a black shadow ran over the bustling crowd, stepped on the roof of a building, and with a bang, stomped on the gravel, and jumped directly through the gap between the two buildings.

I moved back and forth a few times, slid down the edges quickly on the top of a building in the city, pushed open a certain floor of lighted windows, and my body flashed in the fire and disappeared into the darkness.

The windows closed gently with a creaking friction sound.

With a cloaked figure, he threw a short knife in his hand off the table and pulled down the mask. It was Xia Yi.

In the evening before, he saw several knights walking through the streets, and the only one who could ride in the city was the marquis. He followed him lightly at night and found the other party's residence. He wanted to test the defense power of the castle, but before he could take action, he was discovered by the detection array hidden on the ground.

Just because of the idea of ​​attack, it was locked.

"It seems that the first plan, infiltration is not working. If you can't see someone, you can't confirm the specific information about this head..."

After washing his face, Xia Yi took off his cloak, lifted the gaga on the bed, and threw it aside. He walked up, looked at the several weapons leaning against the wall, and thought about what to do next.

"Gob Goblin--"

Gaga was thrown under the bed, and she was furious and took a bug that flew into the room and slapped her fists and swayed her to hit her. The bug seemed to be entangled with it and chased her in this room.

"arena……"

Three words suddenly flashed in Xia Yi's mind, and he sat up all over, staring at the inscription lights on the wall, "This arena is the Marquis's property. If I join in, what will happen?"
Chapter completed!