Chapter 135
"Do you need this?" The little spider hesitated for a moment after hearing this, and before Deedri could step in to stop it, one of its legs suddenly spun at a sharp angle, its shadow trembled, and three spider legs were severed.
He reached behind him, grabbed the last end of the last spider leg, broke it off forcefully, picked up the four three-meter-long spider legs from the ground, and handed them over.
"Quite bold," the swordsmith said, looking at the spider leg he held in his hand, from which black blood occasionally seeped.
"It wasn't anything important to begin with." The little spider felt a wave of dizziness, staggered slightly, and then tucked its remaining tail back into its body.
“These four spider legs should account for 40% of your total magical power.” The swordsmith looked at the object in his hand: “To give a rough estimate, each one is roughly equivalent to the magical power of a calamity-level monster. It’s truly astonishing. This is the first time I’ve ever seen magical power with such a high density.”
She gripped them tightly, the bones cracking and popping, but the four things didn't change at all.
She herself seemed completely unaware of the force being returned to her hand, which was already bleeding, slowly flowing down her wrist and dripping onto the ground, gradually turning black.
"Doesn't it hurt?"
“A little bit, but something else. And now, you should be aware that even a part of your body could injure a penitent just by letting me hold it tightly.” The swordsmith put it down: “I should have taken some protection before taking it, otherwise I would have been corrupted like this.”
She showed her palm to the two people in front of her. The wound from before had completely healed, but there were black patterns on the healed area.
"This isn't a matter of corruption; it's been invaded by a strange magic. So much so that I need to find a way to remove this... kind of magical toxin from my hands first." The swordsmith hesitated for a moment before saying, "I'll temporarily use holy magic to concentrate it in this place."
"I can help you resolve this."
"Thanks, but it's not necessary. I need to know what other ways there are to deal with this poison if it can't be neutralized this way." The swordsmith looked at the little spider and said, "Since you're here, I'll give you some advice. You should proactively adjust the composition of your poison to prevent others from easily neutralizing it."
"Why do this? If it can't be resolved, won't it...won't we die?" The little spider hesitated and said, "I don't want to hurt anyone."
"Actually, this thing is designed to kill others." The swordsmith showed the little spider his wounds, the black lines of which had disappeared. "This is the first type. If the amount ingested by the other party is not large, you can neutralize it with the energy in your own body, adjust it throughout your body, and then slowly consume it. If you want to adjust it, make your magic more corrosive. It's best to be able to break through holy magic."
"Can't bloodletting work?" Deedri, who was behind, didn't participate much in this topic, but could only bring it up as an example of her own experience to show some of the solutions she knew.
“Sure, but you have to know that the toxin this guy uses is a highly lethal infectious agent. If I had reacted about three seconds later, this stuff would have destroyed at least half of my internal organs.” The swordsmith shrugged. “So bloodletting is unreliable for this stuff, because it’s too slow. If it were me, bloodletting would also take much longer for my wound to heal.”
"I understand." Dedeline swallowed. "But will this weapon hurt me?"
This is a very real problem, and it cannot be ignored.
"Um, could you please extend your hand?" Before she could finish speaking, Chris grabbed her wrist. His nails had become sharp and thin without her noticing, and in a moment of sharp pain, black lines spread across her arm and body.
Although Deedris didn't understand what was happening, she couldn't feel any pain except for the puncture wound.
“That should solve your worries about the toxins.” Krisen hesitated for a moment. “I’ll inject some toxins like this into your body… I’ve adjusted the composition. This stuff will form a film in areas of your body that are prone to infection. When my toxins come into contact with this stuff, they will be converted into harmless magic and then become your magic.”
"You can adjust the ingredients, can't you?" the swordsmith said, looking at him. "You can also adjust this poison into an even more terrifying one. If you can't end the battle quickly, you can easily win. So my weapon suggestion for you is something like throwing knives. As long as you can hit your target, you'll have a huge advantage in battle."
She scratched her head and hesitated for a moment: "Perhaps we'll also need a short sword. Do you know how to use a short sword?"
"Probably."
“Basically, your answer means you’ve mastered it.” The swordsmith glanced at Deedri, who was curiously looking at the black pattern on her wrist. The pattern was gradually disappearing, and she was wondering what it was.
"Do you have a favorite weapon?" the swordsmith asked, looking at Deedri. "What weapon did you have before?"
"The ones I used before?" Dedeline thought for a moment. "They're still in my hotel now. They're greatswords made of dragon fangs, and a set of steam-powered armor."
"The latter is interesting. Was it obtained from Nidra?"
"I guess so. Because my ability makes me constantly evaporate a lot of water from my body to provide energy. So this armor fits all my weaknesses perfectly." Deedri helplessly tugged at the hole in her clothes: "This problem means I can't wear ordinary clothes. If I don't want to inflate like a balloon every time I fight, I have to wear this."
"What's wrong with that? You have a great figure, and wearing this makes you look very attractive." The swordsmith said casually, then yawned: "Dragon Fang Sword, is it a greatsword or a short sword?"
“A greatsword, with a dual-handled design.” Deedri thought for a moment. “It’s quite useful, although it takes a little getting used to at first. But who can resist something that can slice off a troll’s neck with a single blow?”
“Ha, that’s quite heavy.” The swordsmith paused and said, “Would you like to use a greatsword or switch to a more agile weapon?”
"Can this thing be made into a greatsword?" Dedeline looked at the spider legs on the ground. Each one was about three meters long, and the thinnest one was not even as thick as a wrist.
“Sure, as I said, this thing is constructed from pure magic power, and each one is equivalent to the magic power of a calamity-level monster. Even if it expands to about four to ten times, that's still a terrifying amount.” The swordsmith paused, “But if I had to give you an option, this kind of thing would actually be suitable for making into a scythe. First of all, its shape doesn't need much modification, and secondly, as a long-handled weapon, a scythe is very suitable for dealing with large monsters.”
"A scythe?" Deedri pinched her chin, glancing at the little spider. "Tell me, if I wore a cloak, carried a scythe, and painted my horns black, wouldn't I look like the legendary Grim Reaper?"
"Yes, a little. And it's really cool." Chris thought for a moment. It wasn't hard to come up with such a design, and he quickly imagined that it would look really good.
"Why don't you choose a sickle too? A two-handed short sickle with a chain. It would be a great match, and you'd look very cool standing together." The swordsmith gave a thumbs up: "If you dress up a little, I think you'd look even better. I can help spread your legend all over the world, and everyone will know you two."
"Then let's forget about it."
“Just kidding. Anyway, in that case, I’ll make you a few darts, a pair of short sickles, a short sword, and a large scythe.” The swordsmith rubbed his chin, lost in thought. “But that still leaves one extra. I only need one as payment.”
“Make another spear,” the little spider said after a moment’s hesitation. “You might need a ranged attack method, and you might be well suited to a spear.”
“A spear? I’ve never practiced with one.” Dedely scratched her head. “I’ve wielded a scythe a few times, but I’ve really never used a spear much.”
“I can teach you.”
"Oh? That works too. Alright, make another spear."
“A casual discussion has increased my workload, no problem. But I can only give it to you tomorrow morning.” The swordsmith looked at the sun outside the window: “If you take your time and do it carefully, it will take about half a year. But that’s for sales, and a lot of time will be spent on engraving and decoration.”
"Do you need my help?"
“It’s absolutely necessary. I don’t know how to reconstruct this thing; you’ll need to adjust its size yourself. If you want to get this sooner, you’ll have to stay here obediently tonight.” The swordsmith drew a cross on the back of his hand, as if casting a divine spell on himself, before picking up one of the swords: “I’ll choose this as my reward. Come to think of it, this is the biggest reward I’ve ever received.”
“You have a good relationship with the saints, so you should have better materials.”
"This is the best weapon material I've ever seen. It's excellent, so excellent that I can't find any fault with it." The swordsmith looked at it, paused, and said, "It combines toughness and sharpness, and it's also flexible. By changing its internal composition, it can fulfill almost all its properties. You are magical creatures that use magic, and you can even borrow its magic in extreme situations. It contains toxins, and they are highly toxic. Holy magic is considered a counter-energy to magic, but it doesn't show any intention to counter it. So theoretically, even clerics can use it. It's absolutely perfect, a natural divine weapon."
“Speaking of which, I’ve been wanting to ask this for a while now.” Dedeline sat down cross-legged, looking at the swordsmith in front of her who was excited about the materials they were about to use: “Um, don’t you hate monsters?”
After the question was asked, the atmosphere suddenly became quiet.
It was very quiet, because it was so sharp.
Do you want to hear the truth or a lie?
"To be honest, I hate people who beat around the bush."
“I hate monsters, I hate them terribly.” The swordsmith put down what he was holding and said softly, “That’s normal, isn’t it? Many of my acquaintances died because of monsters. My boyfriend died recently while fighting against the Chaos Calamity. He was a knight, but he wasn’t recognized. Because the church never cares about the lives of people like that, these kinds of kids are given many dangerous missions.”
“I don’t see why you hate monsters,” Deedri said after a moment’s hesitation. “Otherwise, why would you help us?”
“That’s because I need to calm down. Just recently, I fought the clergy guarding this place. It was a terrible fight; I was seriously injured. Then a little demon girl saved me, and I even spoke ill of her. Finally, I learned that Ark and the others might be about to clash with the church. To be honest, I’m feeling really suffocated. I need something to calm myself down. I don’t know anything else but fighting and making weapons,” the swordsmith said. “So I wanted to calm myself down this way, and I’m being paid. I’ve been paid to help you from the beginning.”
"Really? Thank you so much." The little spider bowed deeply to her. "After all, neither of us has meant any harm since just now."
The air fell silent once more. The swordsmith slowly put down what he was holding and took a deep breath.
How do you know I'm not hiding my malice?
“If you were hiding your malice, I could probably sense that your emotions were strange. But you are perfectly normal,” Spider-Man said. “I am very grateful to you for teaching me the ability to conceal my presence, otherwise I would probably still be wandering around somewhere in the Chaotic Region right now.”
That was truly the truth, absolutely true. If I hadn't concealed my magic and appeared in the city, I probably would have been driven out by the guards before I even entered.
This would be seen as a provocation, appearing as a threat.
It might take a very, very long time for the little spider to learn this ability on its own. But by then, it might have done many things that are irreversible.
"Hehe, that's true. I really have no temper in front of you."
“Right? Spider-Man is a really nice guy. He used to be a monster,” Deedrey said with a smile. “But he’s a very soft-hearted guy. He even does heartwarming things like knitting.”
The knifesmith looked at him: "And what about you? The person sitting here is the one who slashed your back, right? You didn't let the wound on your back heal on its own until last night. It was something that would have been very easy for you, but you didn't do it. Was it because you had a knot in your heart? But now your back is completely clean, why? Was it because you didn't want her to worry, or has your knot in your heart been untied?"
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