Hero's Sword, Balmor

Like Gilna of Vesemir, this is a longsword with a very ordinary appearance.

The counterweight at the end of the sword is just a piece of black spherical metal. The ordinary cross guard has no patterns, and the blade not only has no patterns, but it doesn't even have a health bar...

At first glance, the sword looks like the work of an ordinary blacksmith's beginner.

Look at it more closely.

There were even a few small chips on the blade, and many scratches on the spine.

It seems even inferior to a new product made by an ordinary blacksmith.

However, the servants' solemn posture and expressions clearly indicated that this sword was extraordinary.

But what held Ailin's gaze captive for even a moment was a feeling.

After the attendant said, "This is a gift that Mr. Radu specially prepared for you," the sword suddenly underwent a subtle change.

It was as if a faint white light had swept across the sword.

But it's hard to describe, as if the sword was born to him, created for him.

"This sword is named Balmor, Master Ailin, please cherish it!"

Unlike the previous two times, the attendant did not explain the origin of the sword in detail. He simply mentioned its name and then handed it to Ailin.

It was as if he was certain that he would recognize the sword as soon as he heard its name.

It's just a pity...

She gave him a flirtatious look.

The young witcher had no idea what legendary stories lay behind this Balmor that was being treated with such care.

He was completely bewildered, instinctively taking the longsword without being able to think of any words of praise.

But the servant's tone made it seem as if he was guilty of a heinous crime simply because he didn't know the origin of the sword.

then.

He could only stare blankly at the longsword, as if he was deeply attracted by Balmor's simple and unadorned, yet somewhat crude, design.

Without saying a word...

An awkward silence fell over the cabin.

Until Vesemir spoke hesitantly, saying:

"... Is it... is it the legendary divine sword ' Balmor '?"

Someone was speaking.

The attendant inexplicably breathed a sigh of relief.

He gave Ailin a somewhat strange look, then said solemnly:

"It is the divine sword ' Balmor,' the divine sword of the legendary hero Zartret Worutta."

"This sword was blessed by the gods..."

"Evil God, Vampire Lord, dragons... the number of demons that have died by my sword is countless..."

Zateret Woruta?

Upon hearing this, Ailin had a sudden inspiration.

Isn't he the most legendary human hero chosen by the Accident Law?

"Zatlet was given to the dwarves when he was very young, because when his father was rescued by the dwarves and returned to the fortress, the first person he met was his son."

This was a description from the original book, so he vaguely remembered it.

No wonder the servant was staring at him with such a strange expression.

Zatrete's position in the Northern Kingdoms is similar to that of Hercules in the West and Sun Wukong, the Monkey King, in the East in the ancient Greek mythology.

Which boy didn't wield the golden cudgel when he was a child?

However, Ailin really didn't know anything about Zatret.

Because there was only that one sentence in the original book.

Time was tight in Kaer Morhen, and most of the books I read in the library were specialized books on Monster Economics.

So after being chosen by the Accident Law, he had no idea what legendary story happened to Zartret.

But none of that matters now...

"This sword is too valuable!"

Although Ailin was somewhat reluctant, he hardened his heart and shook his head, intending to hand the sword back to the servant.

This is not Vesemir's "Gilna" or Mary's "Elinor's Alchemy Book"...

While both are expensive and have some collectible value, they are clearly more practical.

The value is also within an acceptable range.

But if this sword is truly Zatret's divine sword, its collectible value alone would far exceed a million Oren.

Sending him a million Oren just for news of a war that he'd find out sooner or later?

Who would believe that?

There might be some big trouble hiding here!

So, upon learning of Balmor's origins, Ailin handed the sword back without hesitation.

A look of surprise and disbelief flashed across the servant's face.

They seemed astonished that a swordsman could refuse the divine sword of the legendary hero Zatret.

Especially when this swordsman was only fourteen years old...

But then, seemingly remembering Dura Kuhn's instructions, the attendant composed himself and shook his head:

"Mr. Dura has never taken back gifts, so you don't need to worry about any trouble."

"And..."

"A gift is not a transaction; a gift is simply a gift..."

After saying this, the attendant placed Balmor, along with his sword sheath, on the table in the cabin and gently pushed it toward Ailin.

The attitude was firm.

"Take it, Ailin!"

Vesemir also offered his advice.

The young witcher glanced at the servant, pondered for a moment, and then asked:

"What does Mr. Radu want me to do?"

The middle-aged attendant gave Ailin a somewhat appreciative look, shook his head, and repeated:

"A gift is a gift."

"You might have the opportunity to collaborate with Mr. Radu in the future..."

The servant paused:

"But don't worry, Mr. Radu knows about the School of the Wolf School of the Wolf and respects its principles."

Upon hearing this, Ailin had no choice but to sheathe his sword.

"Please Mr. Radu for me; I really like this gift!"

The attendant smiled kindly and nodded, saying:

"The Hero's Sword has found a suitable master, which is what Mr. Radu has always hoped for."

As he spoke.

He bowed slightly to Vesemir, Ailin, and Mary before pushing the cart away.

"Clang~"

The long sword was sheathed and then drawn again.

A cold light shimmered inside the cabin, and the temperature inexplicably dropped.

"Is this Balmor, who once slew the Evil God?"

With Ailin's permission, Vesemir examined every detail of the longsword with great care, from the counterweight and guard to the blade, spine, and tip.

Even the newly acquired "Gilna" silver sword was set aside.

"As expected of the legendary hero Zatret's divine sword, even the notch on the blade is perfectly placed and seamlessly integrated..."

Vesemir clicked his tongue in admiration.

Ailin, who was still pondering Radu Kuhn's intentions, couldn't help but roll his eyes upon hearing this.

The nicks and chips on the blade were all naturally formed.

Vesemir, you're being a bit too far-fetched...

but.

After mentally grumbling a few times, Ailin still focused his attention on the newly acquired longsword.

With a thought...

[Name: Balmor]

[Type: Curious Item]

[Functions: Sever steel, slay demons, break armor, exorcise evil, destroy fate]

[Note: This sword's history is even more legendary than that of its owner, Zatrete Volta. And here's a little secret: Zatrete Volta was also Child of Miracle.]

It's a rare item...

Ailin stared in astonishment at her bright blue Cat Eyes.

Generally speaking, weapons and armor cannot be identified, even Elsa's armor, which is worth as much as 17,325 Oren.

Only magical items, magical materials, and potions can be identified.

Ailin had previously estimated that items requiring the involvement of Chaos Magic would need to be identified to yield results.

So he only tried out this Balmor instinctively.

I didn't expect it could actually be identified.

certainly.

In fact, when that feeling of perfect harmony arose, he had a definite premonition.

However, because it was too valuable, it was never appraised, in case it was appraised and I couldn't bear to return it.

certainly.

Now that someone is insisting on giving it to him, he naturally doesn't need to be polite.

After lingering on "Type: Curious Item" for a few seconds, I looked directly at the function.

Cut steel, slay demons, break armor, exorcise evil, destroy fate...

This surprisingly brief functional description, compared to previous assessments, piqued Ailin's interest.

I wish I could stop the ship right now and head deep into the wilderness to find some monsters to test my sword against.

After taking a deep breath and calming myself down, I turned my attention to the end.

Zatret Woruta was also Child of Miracle...

He paused, his mind racing, countless thoughts flashing through his mind.

"Clang!" Vesemir sheathed his sword, interrupting the young witcher's thoughts. "Ailin, you made the right decision to accept this sword..."

"Why do you say that?" Ailin, who had just come to her senses, asked subconsciously.

"Such a valuable gift has been sent to you. If you resolutely refuse it, it will not only damage your relationship with Radu Kuhn, but it might even turn you into an enemy..." Vesemir gently handed the sword to the young witcher, "Especially when there are other people around..."

"For some important people, face... or rather honor, is more important than money or even life itself..."

Vesemir looked into Ailin's eyes and earnestly recounted his experience in handling affairs.

"Master Vesemir, don't you think there's something wrong with this?" Ailin asked, puzzled.

After a two-second silence, Vesemir shook his head:

"I have no idea..."

But I don't need to know!

"Why?" Ailin's curiosity was piqued.

"Ailin," Vesemir said earnestly, "We are witchers, and we are witchers of the School of the Wolf ..."

"Our consistent principle is to maintain neutrality, avoid politics, and only kill monsters, not people..."

"Even those who don't know much about Witchers know this."

"So bribing us with valuable items will only get us some easy monsters to kill, what's the big deal?"

At this point, Vesemir paused, glanced at Mary, and then patted the young witcher on the shoulder:

"I know you've always had reservations about the school of thought's adherence to the principle of neutrality..."

"But all along..."

"This principle, just as it is today, has saved the School of the Wolf's witchers a lot of trouble and is key to the school's survival to this day..."

"Master Vesemir, I have no problem with adhering to the principle of neutrality..." Ailin quickly explained.

"I know...I know..." Vesemir interrupted the young witcher with a smile, then sighed.

He looked out of the cabin.

The mist had dissipated sometime earlier, but the banks of the Pontar River remained gloomy and overcast.

look up.

Layer upon layer of dark clouds covered the sky and blocked out the sun...

It's going to rain...

Vesemir sighed softly, his voice tinged with melancholy:

"I know..."

"It's just because times have changed..."

After the somewhat somber conversation, the House Kuhn's merchant ship was almost at Bayer Most.

After quickly packing up and preparing to disembark, Vesemir had intended to say goodbye to Radu Kuhn, but to his surprise, only the elderly squire arrived.

"Mr. Radu said that he will disappear this time and looks forward to you creating a new legend with the gift he sent."

That's what the servant said.

Although it was "you guys," Ailin could clearly feel that the servants looked at him for much longer than the others.

It seems that these words are exactly what he said.

Ernesto was also absent, seemingly spending the entire time with Radu Kuhn.

"By the way, may I ask your name?"

The wooden steps had been lowered, and after Ailin stepped down the steps, he suddenly turned back and asked.

The elderly attendant paused for a few seconds, then smiled kindly and said:

"Young sir, my name is Navav Worutta."

You can just call me Navav.

As he spoke.

The wooden steps were then put away by the boatmen.

"Woruta?"

Ailin, standing on the shore, paused for a moment, then subconsciously gripped the Balmor Sword, which was already placed in its place.

A few seconds later, he looked up as if waking from a dream.

at this time.

The merchant ships had gradually moved away from the shore.

Navav stood by the boat, watching them gently.

Radu Kuhn and Ernesto then emerged from the cabin.

Radu Kuhn nodded to them.

Ernesto leaned casually against the railing of the portico, smiling and waving to them.

The sun has risen high, and although the clouds have not yet parted, the fog has dissipated.

The large ship, painted amber, drifted towards the end of the emerald green ribbon, its back to the warm spring sun.

for a long time.

When only a small shadow of the ship remained, Mary suddenly spoke up:

Don't you guys find this a little strange?

Vesemir tilted his head and asked curiously:

What's strange about it?

Mary lowered her head and pondered for a few seconds:

"In terms of status, Raju Kuhn should clearly be higher than Ernesto..."

"But it was Ernesto who was leaning against the railing, while Radu Kuhn was a step behind."

Vesemir and Ailin looked at each other in bewilderment upon hearing this, but upon reflection, it seemed to be true.

"Do you know Ernesto's last name?" Ailin suddenly asked.

Vesemir and Mary remained silent.

That's when they realized it.

From the time they met until their parting, Ernesto never introduced his surname or family.

But if he really is the master's tutor in the mysticism of Beefburger...

Knowledge, materials, rituals, props...

It would be impossible for an ordinary person who cannot use magic to achieve such success in the mysticism without the support of a powerful background and financial resources.

so...

Who exactly is Ernesto?

"No need to delve into it..." Ailin interrupted Vesemir and Mary's speculation.

"Ernesto is a like-minded friend of ours, and that's all we need to know. His other identities are not important!"

Vesemir paused for a second upon hearing this, then burst into hearty laughter:

"That's right!"

"It doesn't matter who he is, just know that he's our friend!"

Vesemir put on Black Wide-brimmed Hat, then picked up Royce and mounted his horse.

"Alright, let's get going!"

"Let's get rid of that damned Great Old One's Curse on Ailin as soon as possible, and get back to Kaer Morhen as soon as possible..."

"There are still many things waiting for us to do in the Ancient Sea Fortress!"