The civilization of each race has its own unique characteristics and secrets unknown to outsiders, and the same is true for elves.

Barrett looked at the old elf craftsman 'Querion', poured the metal called 'activated mithril' in the box into the center of the round table, and then used a spell to light up the strange and complicated patterns on the round table.

"I don't know how he did it, and I don't know what power he used in the process." The little mage turned his head to Barrit and said, "It's not magic anyway, I didn't feel the slightest magic fluctuation. And those patterns on the table are not magic runes, because I don't know any of them." Chris's voice was very soft, but it was still very clear in this quiet environment.

"Shh, we'd better not disturb this..." How to describe it? "Ritual." Barbarian thought of a word used by the elf craftsman. He refocused his attention on the 'ceremony', and when Querion took out another piece of ordinary mithril the size of a plum, he threw it to the liquid metal in the center of the round table.

The liquid metal slowly wrapped the whole of mithril, and it also slowly wriggled, like a stomach that was in a state of digestion. This scene made Barrett involuntarily think of the flesh-and-blood puppet 'meat ball', and there are many similarities in the way they eat.

Querion stretched out his hand and pointed at the crystal that gathered the moonlight in the air, and then the moonlight sprinkled by the crystal became brighter. At the same time, the liquid metal creeps more violently.

"Let me ask a question, have you ever seen a circus?" the elf craftsman suddenly said, "It's the kind of performance in a closed venue where there are beasts, knife throwers, and jugglers."

"The circus?" Barrett and the little mage looked at each other, "Of course they did, what's wrong?"

"In circuses, trainers usually use food as an inducement when training a beast. If the beast successfully performs an action you want it to do, then you need to feed it some food as a reward. Slowly, this beast will become more and more obedient, and will perform various performances according to your ideas." Querion said, "It is also very important that you must not let the beast perform on an empty stomach, otherwise, It may go back and find the 'reward' it wants on its own."

Was he chatting about the circus, or was he referring to 'activated mithril'? Barrett couldn't tell.

"For this 'beast', do you need to give it an extra 'reward'?" Querion pointed to the activated mithril on the round platform that was a full circle larger than before.

It seems he was talking about the latter, "Extra bonus? You mean ore?" Barrett asked.

"That's right!" Querion nodded, "At this point, its volume is enough to repair your riddled longsword, but you can still feed it ore to make the repaired longsword have more. characteristics, making it stronger than ever. If it works out in the end.”

"What kind of ore will do?"

"Anything will do, but the quantity should not be too much, otherwise the volume and weight of the long sword will increase a lot; the types should not be too complicated, preferably not more than two." The elf craftsman said, "You must know that many alloys have even more properties than Not a single pure metal. I'm talking about making weapons."

After thinking for two seconds, Barrett took out a palm-sized piece of fine gold from the space ring, and two metal ingots, Yaosteel, that shone back and forth between pink and indigo colors.

The adamantine was donated by a dwarf he rescued in the underground crystal cave. In addition to Adamantite, the dwarves also gave Barret the organization's emblem for follow-up communication.

The properties of adamantine are extremely stubborn. Not only is it hard in texture, but it is also extremely resistant to flame, acid, and corrosion. It is difficult to melt it by the fire of the ordinary blacksmith shop. Generally, it can only be formed by the molten fire at the center of the earth, or the powerful magic flame. However, this activated mithril seems to be able to do the same.

The two Yaosteel ingots came from the tower of the lich that had no owner on the plane of negative energy. The properties of this metal are "recovery". Even if the equipment made of it is completely shattered, as long as all the fragments are gathered together, the fragments can be pieced together and joined by themselves, and then return to their original shape after a short period of time.

"Are these extra 'rewards' okay?" Barrett spread the metal in both palms.

The elf craftsman identified the metal in the barbarian's hand, "Adamantine, Yaogang..., it seems that this guy's last meal was quite rich." He turned the moonlight on again, "You can feed it yourself. By the way, Yaogang only needs one piece, if there is too much of this alloy, it may reduce the hardness of the long sword."

Following the instructions of the elf mage, Barret threw Adamantium and a piece of Yaosteel to the activated mithril that was wriggling violently in the center of the round table. He wasn't sure if the thing would bite, since Querion, the elf craftsman, never touched it, so he didn't intend to touch it.

"Is this thing alive?" the little mage asked suddenly.

"Life? No," replied the elf craftsman. "We can say that a certain person, a tree, a certain river is alive, and we can also say that a literary work, an exquisite sculpture, or even a melodious piece of music is alive. By definition, it doesn't count."

"Why?" Chris asked again curiously, "Isn't this kind of moving thing comparable to a non-moving sculpture?"

"Yes, just like those construct golems, we don't think they have life, no matter how active they are, even if they can fly into the sky." The elf craftsman replied, "At least, we elves think so. "

Stop discussing this, Barrett interrupted the off-topic conversation, "What's next? Master Querion?"

"Give me your sword," said the elf craftsman. He took over the disfigured 'Iron Bride', put it in front of him and looked at it again, "Next, whether to become a beast tamer to control a beast, or to be rewarded as a beast's belly, depends on it Myself." After Querion finished speaking, he pressed the damaged 'Iron Bride' on the activated mithril.

The liquid metal opened its 'big mouth' and took a bite from the middle of the long sword. Afterwards, the elf craftsman softly chanted a series of incantations, like a sacrifice, with a bit of an ancient and wild atmosphere.

The moonlight sprinkled by the diamond-shaped crystals in the air became flickering, and the patterns on the round platform also disappeared. Driven by an unknown force, the activated mithril did not devour it in the middle of the long sword, but began to slowly spread to the sides, like a thin film, slowly covering the entire 'Iron Bride'.

This process was extremely slow. After about a cup of tea, the elf craftsman stopped singing and also stopped the movements in his hands, "If after a quarter of an hour it still hasn't set shape, but starts to return to its original liquid state, it means that Repairs are about to fail.”

"Are there any successful examples?" asked the little mage.

"Yes, but very few. After all, there are not many traditional weapons that need to be repaired in this way, and it is even rarer if you are willing to make this trip for your own weapons and get the same from Queen Valenkel." Leon said, "If it weren't for the fact that this long sword is too fragile, the dwarves in the Forge City will have a more efficient and safer way to repair it completely."

The little mage glanced at Barrett, then looked at the center of the round table, "Has anyone else repaired a weapon in this way?"

"The most recent time was the sword of a certain king of your human kingdom 'Perello', but that was also hundreds of years ago, and it was not a ceremony I presided over." The elf craftsman said, "There is another time to let I was impressed that the person who came to restore the weapon was a knight. Strangely, I always felt that that person did not belong to our world. The weapon the knight wanted to restore was a very special spear, and the spear's The damage is much more serious than this sword, I asked him why he didn't get a new weapon, and he said to me, no, he still wants to use this spear to..., Ritian?"

"Ritian? Did I hear it right? Are you sure that the knight said that?" Chris seemed surprised by this strange word~lightnovelpub.net~ I'm not sure about this. "Querion said, "because I asked that too, but the knight didn't repeat his answer to me. "

The little mage and the elf craftsman whispered in their ears, but Barrett's attention was all focused on the 'Iron Bride' covered in liquid metal.

For some reason, he felt anxious and not nervous at all, as if the final success was a normal thing. This may be because the "Iron Bride" was broken once before, and it was successfully repaired.

A quarter of an hour was longer than he thought, and Barrett wanted to take out his pocket watch to take a look, but he held back. After an unknown amount of time, the activated mithril, which was spread out into a thin film in the center of the round table, actually began to have a tendency to gather.

"Alas." The sigh of the elf craftsman Querion came from his ear, "Maybe..."

There was no possibility, and Barrett shook the 'Iron Bride' without hesitation.

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