Chapter 10: It's just a spell for her
Well done, Doreen!
Edith, who had just been unhappy because she couldn't get two good things naturally, felt relieved instantly, with a look of satisfaction between her brows.
The sword in Lynch's hand was considered a good sword in the secular sense. The blade was shining, and the materials and forging craftsmanship were first-rate. The gemstones inlaid were not just decorations, but containers that could store magic power, which was like a divine help for people like Doreen who did not have strong magic power.
Although it is not as good as the one in his hand, it is definitely the second best thing in this warehouse.
"I'll give it to you." Lynch quickly put the sword into Doreen's hand, feeling relieved. "This is the heritage of the Charles family!"
Now he didn't care what Edith had. After all, she and her sister were from the same family, and the sword couldn't fall into the hands of outsiders.
But he didn't expect that Edith would choose such a bad sword just for him...
Lynch automatically attributed Edith's actions to her unwillingness to embarrass him, and looked at her with a subtle emotion. But she did not respond to his gaze. Edith squatted down, helped Doreen correct her sword-holding posture, pressed the muscles on her arms to indicate strength, then stepped back and made a protective gesture.
"Um!!!"
Doreen gritted her teeth and let out a muffled groan, but miraculously she did not fall down. Instead, she swung the sword in a full circle, from in front of her to behind her and placed it on her shoulder.
Lynch's faint smile suddenly froze on his face.
"You've done a good job." Edith didn't use any protective measures, and scanned Doreen's body with a little surprise. The girl had been eating normally for a while, and with the help of her persistent treatment, she had gained some weight, but she was still not as good as other children of the same age.
Under such circumstances, Doreen's talent in muscle control cannot be underestimated as she was able to hold such a heavy sword steadily.
Lynch obviously discovered this as well.
...Did I hold the sword so firmly when I first touched it?
His face showed confusion, puzzlement, bewilderment and many other emotions at the same time. His self-esteem was hurt twice in one day, and in the field he was most proud of, it would be unbearable for anyone.
Seeing that the two sisters were talking happily and he had nothing to do with it, he covered his wounded heart and asked the servants to leave the scene quickly.
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Night, Charles Manor, Study
",,,,,,That's it. The young master sent the red sword away." The warehouse manager had a sad face and lowered his head to accept the scolding from Marquis Charles.
"......Only the red sword?" Charles' expression was calm. "Oh, Lynch is quite opinionated."
"Only the red sword." The administrator said tremblingly.
He checked the warehouse log, but there was no record of the gray sword Edith had taken. He probably missed it before. If he told Sir Charles about the existence of the sword, he would have to check the list to see if he had found it, and he would have to be held responsible.
It’s better to just keep it secret—there’s no record anyway.
"Forget it. This house will belong to him in the future. It's a good thing that he starts to learn how to rule now." Marquis Charles pondered for a moment, and did not get angry as the manager imagined. He lightly let the matter go. "You did a good job. Next time if something similar happens, remember to report it in time."
He tapped the tabletop and fell into deep thought as he listened to the other person's grateful voice.
The red sword is indeed precious, but as long as the person who forged it is still alive, it would not be difficult for him to make another one with his ability.
But this Edith, who had only met Lynch once, was able to coax him into giving her a gift of this level... I still have to find a way to send her away.
He looked up and confirmed that the manager had left the study. He got down from his seat and pulled out a scroll from the bookshelf. He looked at the words on it with an intoxicated expression.
As long as the truly important, irreplaceable things in the warehouse are still there...
......
Charles's house actually has the legendary sword forged by dwarves!
Edith forced herself to control her facial expression, and only dared to release her emotions after she closed the door and cast two reinforcing spells on the house.
Those are the legendary dwarves! They became extinct five hundred years ago and there is no trace of them on the continent anymore!
Edith took a deep breath, calmed herself down a little, coaxed her equally excited sister to sleep, then sat by the fireplace and held out her spoils towards the light.
Being overly excited can easily affect your judgment. I've left myself alone for a while. My current state is more suitable for examination.
Edith drew her sword.
She also read about dwarves in the internal library of the association. Before that, she had always thought that they were characters that only appeared in fairy tales, just like elves.
The book depicted the history of the rise and fall of the dwarves, and gave a detailed description of their contributions to weapon forging. Most of the swords were destroyed by the dwarves before they were exterminated, and the few that survived gradually decayed, broke, or became blunt over the past five hundred years.
There is only one kind of "rusted sword" left, which is a fusion of the blood of the dwarves. The longer it is left, the more rust it gets and the stronger it becomes. It is said that there are still a few left in the world.
Edith, a sword-fighting enthusiast, was fascinated by the legend and would go to flea markets to look for rusty swords in an attempt to get an antique - but unfortunately they were all just rusty swords.
However, this experience has given her some other skills - such as the ability to accurately identify fakes.
This one was unlike any imitation she had ever seen.
"Try the cleaning spell first." Edith reached out her hand and gently touched the rusty pattern on the sword. Charles's family didn't intend to let her learn magic, so she still didn't have a decent wand even after a week of traveling here.
However, the magic wand is only used to concentrate magic power and amplify the power of spells. She has abundant magic power and strong control, so it doesn't matter if she doesn't have any tools to assist her.
The light of the spell brightened and dimmed, and ultimately failed to remove a single stain from the sword.
Not real rust!
Edith's eyes sparkled. She never expected that the thing she had been looking for so hard in her previous life would come to her by chance in this life.
She carefully put the things away, removed a few bricks and stuffed them in, then reinforced them with a concealment spell. After making sure that the naked eye and fingers could not detect anything unusual, she returned to bed with satisfaction.
With a sword like this, my role as a tutor is not in vain.
Doreen turned over in a daze and snuggled into Edith's arms. Edith reached out and patted her sister's back slowly, then came back to her senses from her joy and began to think about something deeper.
Today's events were both good and bad.
Marquis Charles will discover the disappearance of the sword sooner or later. If she tracks it down, she is sure to keep the thing, but after this battle, the other party will definitely replace her from the position of Lin Qi's companion... She still has to find a safer way to get to the royal capital.
Just work for a few weeks and get a higher salary.
......
Three weeks later.
A month has passed since Edith was reincarnated into this body.
With a regular schedule, adequate nutrition, and continuous treatment, her body finally looked like that of her peers, and her strength also caught up.
——It is also easier to beat Lynch.
Edith has not been allowed to learn magic until now, and Mashi can't teach her more. Now she says she is a study partner, but in fact, her only job is sword practice.
But she enjoyed her leisure time, worked less, and still earned the same amount of money.
“One more time!” Lynch was knocked to the ground by Edith again. The sharp tip of the sword pressed against his chin, making it almost impossible for him to breathe. “Next time, I will definitely be able to hold out for three moves!”
His hair was disheveled and he couldn't stop breathing. Although he looked embarrassed, there was no dissatisfaction in his eyes. "Fight me again with all your strength!"
This legendary arrogant young master was completely defeated within a month, and no longer had the arrogance that he showed when he first met someone and left them alone for hours.
"No more fighting." Edith yawned and looked up at the sky. "This week's salary is paid today. It will be too late if I don't collect it now."
She quickly put away the wooden sword and reached out to pull Lin Qi up. The other party touched his neck uncomfortably and said shyly, "What can I do with that little money... Play another game and I'll triple your salary!"
Edith raised her eyebrows and pretended to be unhappy and refused several times, but when the other party increased the stakes to five times, she readily agreed.
"Master Charles, the lady wants you to come over."
Edith had just got the purse and had no time to pick up the sword again when the servant who came hurriedly stopped Lynch.
It seems that there is nothing for me to do next.
Edith calmly put the purse back into her pocket, waved her hand happily, and left the practice ground amid Lynch's dissatisfied complaints.
She went back to the house first, stuffed the money back into the wall, looked out the window, and felt that she still had time to collect her original salary, so she jogged all the way and finally caught up.
"With this money, the fare to the capital is almost half." She lowered her head and thought on the way back, "plus the cost of food and accommodation... Tsk, I hope I can save enough before Lin Qi goes to school."
She put the money back into her pocket, asked a passing servant where her sister was, and walked towards the garden.
Unexpectedly, Doreen didn't find it, but ran into a noisy group of people first.
"You, come here!" The lady dressed like a noblewoman pointed at Edith anxiously, her chin raised high, "Come here, pull out your skirt, and make it clean!"
Edith was confused and slowly pointed her finger at herself. The other party immediately nodded impatiently: "I'm talking about you!"
She could only walk slowly towards him and scanned the crowd calmly. Apart from the noble lady in the absolute center, there was a young noble lady standing on her right, and the rest looked like servants.
Edith also saw a familiar figure in the crowd - Lynch's personal servant Carmen.
As she walked towards the crowd, the lady turned around and scolded Carmen, "What did you say to Lynch? You couldn't even get someone to come when I told you to. You're a waste."
After that, she turned her head and looked at the girl beside her. The anger on her face instantly turned into gentleness. "I'm sorry, Heda, Lynch still has a child's mentality. He doesn't want to go out after class... Let's not wait for him, let's go to the fountain to see your favorite swan first."
The girl called Hedda smiled and nodded, her bright red hair shining brightly in the sunset. "Yes, thank you, Mrs. Charles."
It seems that this is Lynch’s rumored mother.
Edith walked slowly towards the other party and quickly compared the red-haired noble lady with the person in her mind. Hedda? She had never heard of this name.
But since she is a noble who is treated well by Mrs. Charles and is of this age...she must be Lynch’s fiancée whom he has never met.
Edith had known about this person from the servants' conversation. It was said that she was the eldest daughter of a duke in the royal capital. Due to the decline of her family, she was forced to marry Lynch Charles, who was of a lower rank but whose family was thriving.
One family wanted money, the other wanted fame, but each got what they wanted and everyone was satisfied - except the two parties involved in the marriage.
"It's right here." The servant beside her couldn't stand it anymore, so he quickly pulled the snail-like Edith to Mrs. Charles' side and pointed to the corner of the skirt that was caught in the bushes on the ground. "Take it out intact, but if you dare to damage Mrs. Charles' dress..."
The two muffled groans that came out of his nose expressed the consequences.
Edith tilted her head and took a look, and understood: this garden path was built to cater to the nobles' small and exquisite aesthetic taste, and was just wide enough for two people to walk side by side. But today, Mrs. Charles was dressed up, and her petticoat was too big. She didn't pay attention and the hem of her skirt got caught in the bushes.
Normally, it could be opened with a slight tug, but Mrs. Charles was on her way to meet guests and would not allow any mistakes in her clothing. When the order was given, none of the servants around dared to step forward, as they knew that anyone would mess up the job, so they simply asked the passerby to take the blame.
Fortunately, for her it’s just a matter of a spell.
Edith didn't use a wand now, and her magic was very covert. She squatted down, put her hands on the hem of her skirt, and silently chanted a few spells. After the hem of her skirt was untied, she quickly cast a cleaning spell to ensure that the fabric was as clean as new.
"Okay." She moved sideways and took two steps back.
Everyone's eyes immediately focused on the hem of the skirt.
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