Someone once said to Barrett that he was a very nostalgic man.

Barrett himself does not like this description, because in his opinion, the word "nostalgia" can reveal a different kind of feeling and sadness, which usually only occurs in bards and noble girls. , has nothing to do with him at all.

The barbarians attribute this description to the tradition of Nord. After all, this kingdom is the only human country that still retains burials, and as a native Nord, he is naturally influenced by tradition.

Is it also a traditional influence for the 'Iron Bride'? Barrett couldn't tell. He didn't know why he did this, why he just held it without asking a question. He only knew that this sword had a very special meaning to him.

The cold touch came from the palm of the hand, and the activated mithril was not as soft as Barrett imagined, but like ordinary steel, the texture was extremely hard, and it could not be embedded in the flesh. Barrett didn't know if there was credit for fine gold, or if it was originally in this weird form.

The activated mithril at the hilt spread up along the palm of the hand. Although the speed seemed very slow, it was several times faster than when it devoured metal before. The covered skin felt a piercing cold and heart-piercing pain, as if flesh and bone were about to melt.

"What are you doing? Let go." The elf craftsman's face was full of anxiety and shock.

It seems that this thing not only eats metal, but the name 'activated mithril' is also likely to be a cover to deceive outsiders. This is actually nothing. In Barrett's view, no civilization of any race can be called completely bright. As the saying goes, "The stronger the light, the darker the shadow."

"She is a young girl, only this year..." The corners of Manzi's mouth twitched because of pain, "She's just grown up. Although she has always been strong, she still needs a little help from me." Manzi smiled and said, "No need More, a little is enough. I want her to know that I am by her side."

"She? Who is she? Your weapon? Do you really think..."

"As you said, a statue, a poem, and more will have life, but why not a long sword?" Barrett said, "I think you, as an elf, should be able to understand."

The elf craftsman Querion was silent, while the little mage's surprised expression had a bit of an inexplicable look on his face, "I always thought the name 'Iron Bride' was just casual, but I didn't expect..." He paused. After a while, he said, "If you were from my world, it would probably be a very standard 'debt hardship'."

'You are from my world'? Are we not of one world? Or, are you referring to the wizard's world? Barrett doesn't know why.

The elf artisan recovered from shock and silence, followed by another spell of unknown meaning. The spreading speed of the activated mithril at Barrett's wrist has dropped a lot, but it is still stubbornly climbing upwards, like a wild dog that has gnawed on flesh and bones, and will not let go no matter how hard you beat it.

"Even a completely tamed beast in a circus can't be allowed to taste human flesh. Otherwise, you can't really control it anymore," sighed the elf craftsman.

"It's okay, even if he feeds this arm to this guy, I can help him recover." Chris looked calm. "Potions is my forte. I can get you a few bottles of 'Filinka Broken Limb Regeneration Potion' right now, and it's a double-potent improved version."

The little mage patted Manzi on the shoulder, "The most important thing is that it has no side effects at all, it's completely different from the one you drink before. How about it, do you want to try it? I haven't tried it on humans after I improved it. ." After hearing the little mage's words, the worried expression of the elf craftsman eased a lot.

Haven't used it on humans? Then you can say that there are no side effects at all? Barrett was speechless, "It's okay, I can hold on for the time being."

He could feel that although his arm was only covered with a very thin layer of activated mithril, it felt as if it was tightly bound, as if it had entered the stomach of a python, unable to move at all. And the skin on the surface of the arm is still dissolving little by little, being digested by this gluttonous python.

The speed of this dissolution is not very fast, and the tedious patterns that light up on the round table may have played a certain inhibitory role in it. On the other hand, due to the powerful effect of the [Troll Regeneration] talent, the dissolved skin slowly recovered little by little at a similar slow speed. In this way, dissolution and recovery seem to strike a strange balance.

There will be no major problems with the arm for the time being, but the heart-piercing pain in it still exists. Barritt had no choice but to grit his teeth and insist. At this time, even if he wanted to let go, he couldn't let go, unless he cut off his left hand and half of his arm.

"To be honest, I'm quite curious about the attributes behind this sword." The little mage touched his hairless chin and said, "You know, in the ancient and barbaric era, when people forged important weapons, they always had to Sacrifice blood, livestock, and even life in the forge, so that good weapons can be forged."

"It's the first time I've seen such a situation." Querion leaned over to check carefully, his wrinkled face became serious, "Maybe I should record this process completely, whether it succeeds or not in the end, It was a valuable experience.”

At this time, Barrett, who was being observed, couldn't care about this much. He closed his eyes, calmed down, and tried to find the feeling of being connected to the bloodline of the 'Iron Bride' through the activated mithril.

After an unknown amount of time, Barret finally found the feeling of holding the hand of this girl tightly and fighting with her. "Don't be afraid, I'm by your side." He said silently in his heart.

At this moment, he suddenly heard the exclamation of the elf craftsman Querion, "How is this possible? The activated mithril actually retreated from your arm!"

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When Barrett opened his eyes~lightnovelpub.net~ the restored 'Iron Bride' lay quietly in his palm. This strong girl was a little taller than before, and she became more attractive than before.

Her body has a very shallow layer, which is like a peculiar pattern of fire clouds and flowing water. Occasionally, there will be a red or blue streamer flashing on the surface, which is deep but deep.

"I have to say, she is really beautiful!" The little mage praised from the side. "Look at this light, it's like an enchanted weapon. But what exactly is the enchantment? I don't think anyone but Barrett can know." He pointedly said. Afterwards, the young man clapped his hands as if remembering something, "By the way, since this sword has been reborn, why not give it a new name."

"It's so important to you, so, um... how about the word 'A\''?" Quillion suggested, "In Elvish, the word means 'my beloved'. "

"What do you think?" Chris asked.

I love, what do I love? Barrett clenched the hilt of the long sword firmly, "Okay, then it's called 'Emaila Nemesis'!"

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