Harrison's Longsword

If Mason is given another chance, before leaving Ya'an, the Earl asks him what he needs. He must answer: "Money!"

If he had money, he wouldn't be standing in a bakery filled with sweet aroma, facing the strange and surprised eyes of the salesgirl, and forcefully accepting bags of desserts.

The important thing is that the entire bill was paid by the 1.6-meter-tall girl next to him.

The saleswoman's eyes were filled with doubts. She simply thought the two people who came to buy desserts were siblings or a couple. After all, the man's temperament was not like that of an ordinary person, and the girl was obviously waiting for him to pay. But I don't know what he said, and in the end it was the girl who paid for it. Bringing someone to buy snacks without a wallet. If she knew some buzzwords that did not belong to this world, she would definitely sigh: scumbag.

The scumbag was suffering from strong inner condemnation at this time. No one knew what kind of emotions he was holding. He used up all his courage to say to Orihir with difficulty, "I didn't bring my wallet."

....I don’t want to think about what happened after that.

He swore that in this life, no, even in the next life, he would never set foot in this bakery again!

The young man numbly carried the bag and followed the girl back home. Ollie seemed to be in a good mood, jumping beside him. The two people with completely different moods returned to the Baron's house and happened to meet Rambo in the room.

He sat at the table, testing some machinery that Mason had never seen before. Hearing the sound of the door opening, the middle-aged man said without raising his head: "You came at the right time. The contactor is ready. One for each person. Remember to keep in touch. Oleus, I will give you the bullets later. If you need a close-range weapon, you can ask Ronald directly. He has a collection of many long swords. I believe you will be satisfied."

After saying this, Rambo moved his nose and smelled the sweet aroma of snacks. He raised his eyes and examined the large and small bags the two people carried. A trace of dangerous light flashed across his glasses - it turned out that this was a scene that could really appear in reality. Mason thought subconsciously and heard the bloodline say faintly: "Olihe, you have no dessert this week."

The girl showed an expression of disbelief on her face, as if she had been subjected to something extremely cruel: "How dare you do this to me, Rambo!"

"Oh."

Rambo was extremely disdainful.

The kitchen spoon was in the other's hand, so Ollie had to bear the humiliation and offer the dessert she bought with tears in her eyes. Mason was lucky enough to get the girl's favorite one: the bread with honey and jam was baked crispy, exuding the soft aroma of baked grains. There was tea prepared by the servants in the room, and when Rambo cleared the table, the three of them simply had a morning tea.

Warm sunlight shone through the windows, and fine dust floated in the air. The light tea just diluted the sweetness of the snacks, and the soft texture was lovely. Ollie ate the donuts sprinkled with white sugar, pouted her lips and complained unhappily about Lambo's inhumanity. The latter turned a deaf ear to Mason and introduced the differences of this connector, not affected at all.

It's a pity that Rex is not here, I'll leave some for him later. It's really pitiful that he was sent to survey the terrain without any snacks.

Mason thought, and had to admit that there was a reason why Ollie liked to eat snacks. Eating these lovely snacks, it seemed that time slowed down in the conversation and laughter.

The knight knocked on the door and was allowed in, only to see such a lazy scene. Ronald smiled, took off his armor, and changed into more comfortable clothes. Without the armor, the man's temperament seemed much gentler.

"What are you discussing? Do you mind if I join the tea party?"

"We are discussing which sword to take from you." Rambo glanced at him and said, "I didn't expect you to be interested in the tea party."

"Learning how to attend noble banquets is also a compulsory course for knights."

Orih reluctantly gave up his seat to him, not happy to have another person distract him. Ronald said so, but he sat down next to the red-haired young man with some restraint. Oreius didn't care, he squinted his eyes lazily, as if enjoying the leisure time at the moment. The ends of his hair stretched softly on his shoulders, shining in the sunlight.

Somehow, seeing his relaxed look, the knight's mood also improved. He was just looking for an excuse to join in and began to look forward to the delicious dessert. He smiled and said to the person next to him: "Mr. Oreius, I really benefited a lot from the previous communication with you. If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I would have found it hard to imagine that there is someone in the world who knows the history of knights as well as you do."

Rambo thought: "It seems you had a good chat before."

"Of course. I have never met anyone who knows more about the history of knights than Mr. Aurelius! It is no exaggeration to say that even if the knights from history came in person, they would know as much as this."

The knight, still under the influence of blood, did not hesitate, and kept praising the other party with exaggerated words and enthusiastic attitude for a full ten minutes, until Mason had to stop him. The latter looked unsatisfied, and looked at everyone present with an expression of "I haven't finished praising him at all, but you should understand how great he is!", eagerly seeking recognition.

Rambo listened patiently from beginning to end, and when Mason stopped him, he gave him a meaningful look. The young man's mouth twitched slightly, and he regretted that he had just used so much blood to control the other party.

Why do people live their lives only to cause trouble for themselves?

He swallowed the dessert whole and changed the subject abruptly: "Did you know each other before?"

"We were classmates in the capital," Ronald answered immediately. "I was a combat major, and he was a logistics major. We had some experience as a team."

"Among the three knight families whose inheritance has not yet been cut off, one inherited the shield that can resist all attacks, one inherited the Pegasus that can overcome all obstacles, and the Dabernal family inherited the indestructible weapon."

Rambo took a sip of tea and spoke calmly. Mason could sense a strong sense of ill will in his words: "The sacred weapon left by the Glorious Knights - [Harrison's Longsword]. As the heir of the family, this sword is in your hands."

"...So sometimes I really don't like brainworms. Once you know something, nothing can be hidden." Ronald showed a helpless look. "Yes, it is in my hand now."

Then, he looked at Oreius, with a trace of hesitation and struggle on his face. But soon, driven by a strong impulse, the knight promised: "If you want the sword, I can give it to you. I just hope you can treat it well."

Rambo added fuel to the fire: "It is said that it was blessed by Harrison, the god of war and strength. It is extremely sharp and the holder will be invincible forever. Aren't your weapons often broken, Oleus? But the weapon left by Christine will definitely meet your requirements. It is a long sword that can even pierce the heir of God."

"That sounds good indeed."

After a moment of silence, the red-haired young man praised sincerely. If Rambo hadn't been paying attention, it would have been difficult to catch the emotion in his eyes at that moment.

——It was a faint feeling of nostalgia and regret, which overflowed because of a familiar name, making praise and smiles sound like sighs.

"If it's that sword, it won't break easily."

Oleus admitted this frankly, but did not accept the weapon naturally. He raised his hand and patted Ronald on the shoulder, with a hint of warning.

"But as a knight, you should not give up your weapon easily unless you die on the battlefield. To me, it is just a sword. To you, it is a belief. Stop talking nonsense like this, Ronald. You should keep the most important things for the most important people."

Don't just give away your family heirloom just because you're hypnotized! Your ancestors will cry! Forget about giving the child away, but you can't take away other people's things while he's stupid, right? Mason's conscience ached slightly, but he remained calm: "A gentleman doesn't take away what others like."

"Gentleman..." Rambo savored the word, his interest evident in his words. "Interesting word, what does it mean?"

"You can understand it as a person of high moral character. A person with a bottom line should not arbitrarily snatch important things from others." Mason explained casually. Ronald's eyes suddenly lit up, and his expression was full of tears: "You are indeed the true inheritor of the knight spirit, Mr. Orelius!"

...Don't exaggerate, don't exaggerate, with your personality, you have to help others pay for it after being cheated. Mason was so embarrassed that he tapped his toes on the ground. He quickly avoided the topic and induced the other party to talk about his collection of swords. Ronald gladly accepted and took the initiative to invite him.

"Most knight families have a hobby of collecting swords and armor. If you don't mind, you can go with me to take a look."

Mason naturally agreed. He had no other requests, he just hoped that the sword would be strong enough. Otherwise, it would be difficult to withstand multiple blood strengthenings.

After walking through a long corridor, Ronald led him to his collection room. On either side of the door stood a solemn and tall knight sculpture, looking straight ahead, quietly guarding this room that was of vital importance to the knight.

The knight took out the key and unlocked the door, revealing the true appearance inside. The stone floor and white walls were simple and unadorned. But on them hung a dazzling array of swords: long swords, short swords, rapiers, daggers... Different armors were placed on wooden racks, and in the center was a stone table containing a red velvet wooden box.

Everything here was simple and straightforward, yet so logical. Every object had traces of battle, proving that it was a weapon that had truly experienced the baptism of killing. A heavy and fierce aura swept over him, and Ronald stepped forward, solemnly opened the wooden box, and revealed the precious treasures inside.

Its blade is pure and translucent, and the light golden hilt is engraved with patterns of griffins and bauhinias. Time has not caused any damage to it, and after thousands of years, it is still as sharp as if it had just been fired.

The dazzling light danced on the blade, and just looking at it made one's skin break and blood flow. Ronald stared at it as if he was staring at a glorious, immortal, and moving ancient history. Mason immediately understood what it was without explanation.

This is the sword of the Radiant Knight.

He stared at it for a moment, then calmly looked away and began to search the wall. Ronald came back to his senses and asked, "What kind of sword do you want?"

“Tough enough, durable enough.”

“It’s a very smart choice.”

The knight looked approving. A true knight would not choose a sword that was too fancy. This was their life, their weapon, their everything. Only a sword that could withstand a sufficiently violent battle was a good sword. As the heir of the family, he knew all the collections here like the back of his hand. He took one down from the wall and handed it to Mason.

"How about this one? It took three years for a dwarf half-blood to make it. It has had five owners and has seen hundreds of battles, big and small. The previous owner used it to chop off the head of an A-rank mutant monster, and faced the black mist and fulfilled his duty as a lord until the last moment of his life. To wield this sword requires outstanding skills, courage, and strength, but if it's you, I think it's no problem."

This is a slightly heavy long sword with many scratches on the surface, but it is still shiny and undamaged. The battle has added a fierce and murderous aura to it. Compared with the sword in the box, it is more like a weapon. The knight's promise is enough to guarantee its quality. Mason stared at it for a moment, then reached out to take it: "What if I break it?"

"Breaking on the battlefield is the glory of the weapon, and dying for the master is the pride of the knight."

Ronald raised his lips, firmly and fearlessly: "You can use it with confidence. I think my uncle will be very happy."

It was obvious that its previous owner was related to the person in front of him. Mason accepted the gift silently, glanced at the sword in the box, and suddenly asked, "The same for this one?"

The knight was stunned for a moment when he heard this, then he smiled and nodded.

"Only battle can serve as a medal. It would be a waste if it is just a collection. This sword is the pride of our family and is also the sword of all family heads. It will also appear on the battlefield tonight."

The red-haired young man smiled silently. He lowered his eyes and looked at the sword, as if he was talking to a long-lost friend. Even though the owner was gone, the blade made of gold and iron was still as sharp as it was then. He took a deep breath and exhaled it slowly. Like an elder facing his younger generation, his tone was slightly and truly gentle.

"You are right. If the owner of this sword could hear you, he would be happy too."

The nostalgic said softly. His eyes were fixed on the knight in front of him, or perhaps looking at someone who was smiling at him from a distance.

"Because someone has inherited his legacy and is continuing the path he has walked in this world."