Hellerchein's Speech

After reviewing the task list, the ship, which was slowing down, finally came to a stop.

Iver straightened his clothes slightly—he noticed that "Hellerchein Dragonflame" had obvious signs of treeification on his left forearm.

It was a crack in the bark, about two centimeters wide and eight or nine centimeters long. It looked like a scar left after a burn, not very noticeable, but you could feel the roughness and woody texture when you touched it.

After making a slight cut with my fingernail, I could see the cut. But the wound didn't bleed, and I felt no pain at all.

"... early-stage Treeification Disease?"

Iver murmured softly.

Hellerchein carried a rather fine short sword at his waist. It didn't seem to be of Elven Style; it lacked the ornate jewels and openwork of other swords, instead displaying a remarkably simple and clean shell white. The slender scabbard was undecorated, appearing both plain and elegant.

The moment Iver pulled it out, its attributes were revealed: [Fafna's Dragon Tooth]

[Extraordinary Weapon (Purple)]

[One-handed sword, one-handed weapon, (dexterity weapon)/(throwing weapon), light, tough, sharp]

[Dragon Style: Increased sharpness and toughness, but significantly higher maintenance costs]

[Module - Swift Strike: This weapon can be used as a dexterity weapon when the other hand is unarmed]

[Module - Light Throwing: When the other hand holds a weapon, this weapon can be considered a throwing weapon]

[Extraordinary Module - Dragonflame Infusion: Consumes 10-30 Fire Attribute to activate the Dragonfire Blade, lasting 30-90 minutes. The infusion state can be retained for up to three hours when sheathing the weapon; the duration does not count towards the time limit when the weapon is sheathed.]

Without a doubt, this was a gift from Hellerchein's wife, Fafna.

By the standards of purple equipment, its attributes are clearly inflated.

"Swift Strike" and "Light Throw" are actually not very useful. They mean that when the other hand is empty, the weapon's hit rate and critical hit rate will increase with Iver's dexterity. At the same time, if the other hand is holding another weapon, it can be thrown like a throwing knife, without the throwing penalty that ordinary weapons have.

As for "Dragonflame Infusion"...

Iver wasn't quite sure how much additional damage this thing could deal. But it was clear that the reason this weapon reached the purple level was because of its extremely long enchantment duration.

Generally speaking, the charging time of purple weapons is at most a few minutes. In the game, the charging time of player weapons is often only a dozen seconds, and slightly longer is half a minute. Three minutes is considered "sustained charging".

This weapon not only has a maximum charging time of one and a half hours, but it can also pause the timer for three hours after sheathing.

Clearly, this weapon was specifically designed for prolonged combat. It is a genuine "battlefield weapon."

Iver was, after all, a spellcaster. He didn't know swordsmanship, but he could at least use it for self-defense.

"Your Excellency Hellerchein!"

Just then, there was a knock on Iver's door. "We've arrived in Avalon!"

He sheathed his short sword and tucked it back into his waistband. Then he went over and opened the door.

Before him stood a short, Half-Elf.

He probably only reached Iver's chest, and his back was somewhat hunched, making him appear even shorter.

Iver was momentarily stunned before realizing that he was too tall.

The man strained to lift his head, his eyes filled with longing and excitement as he looked at Iver: "Lord Hellerchein! Are we about to embark on a new adventure?"

The moment he saw him, Iver felt that he looked somewhat familiar.

After a closer look at the chestnut-shaped hat on his head, Iver finally remembered—

This was the undead knight he had met in Eagle Cape Village, the one who liked to perform acrobatics.

It's that guy who stood up from the Ghost Horse, leaned his upper body out, and did a wild horseback riding game.

This is Albert, a Half-Elf born in the Parthian Ancient Kingdom.

After Iver stared at him for a long time, a calm male voice suddenly appeared in his mind.

This is the second time.

This time, Iver finally captured this strange feeling.

It wasn't an illusion, but a clear "memory"? As Iver pondered what this was, he calmly reached out and patted the short, thin Half-Elf on the shoulder. "You wait on the ship first, Albert. I'll go down and scout ahead alone."

"Yes, Your Excellency!"

Albert crossed his hands over his shoulders, bowed respectfully, and did not raise any questions.

"Greetings, Your Excellency Hellerchein!"

"Good morning, Lord White Knight!"

"May the candle keeper protect you, Lord Hellerchein."

As Iver left the room, everyone he encountered on the way greeted him.

They included men and women, young and old. The oldest among them was a white-haired dwarf old man clad in a suit of red, blocky armor; while the youngest was a human girl who looked only eighteen or nineteen years old, wearing leather armor.

—And what they have in common is that they are all short.

Looking around, Iver saw only six or seven elves about the same height as Hellerchein, while more than half of the Pure-Blood Elf were noticeably shorter than him. There wasn't a single elf on the entire ship who was significantly taller than Hellerchein.

He roughly estimated that Hellerchein should be at least 2.5 meters tall.

No wonder that one-handed sword became a defensive short sword in Hellerchein's hands.

Iver walked onto the deck and saw the entire expansive ship.

The elven ship was much larger than he had imagined; it was made of beautiful red wood, and its core material clearly came from the sacred giant tree.

By human standards, this could even be considered a giant cruise ship. It has at least twenty rooms, and the deck would feel spacious even with more than forty people standing on it.

There was even a celestial horse standing there! It was most likely not "cargo" being transported, because it radiated a golden light that seemed almost tangible. This light enveloped the entire ship, forming a protective shield.

Clearly, Hellerchein's Followers hadn't fully utilized the ship's capabilities. There were few professional sailors on board, making even getting it running a struggle. In this sense, the stabilizing Pegasus could almost be considered to be acting as the boatswain.

Seeing the expectant looks on his followers, Iver roughly understood— Hellerchein had probably already stated his purpose for this trip.

So he raised his hand.

That alone was enough to immediately quiet people down.

"Brothers and sisters, keep quiet!"

Iver raised his voice, his tone loud and clear. "As previously stated, we have arrived in Avalon..."

At that moment, Iver felt a moment of disorientation.

His perspective suddenly shifted from first-person to third-person, looking down on the magnificent and exquisite wooden ship like a god.

Below is Hellerchein giving a speech:

"If we are on the right path, the problem of giants must be solved. If we turn a blind eye to the atrocities of the giant race, then when sinners question us, we can only choose to remain silent in shame."

"—With Giant Country, whose evil and madness are known to all, before us, why not punish them? Is it because they are too powerful to be trifled with? Doesn't that mean you are also bullying the weak and fearing the strong?"

"My friends, I don't want people to judge us that way in the future."

"I also don't want you to be speechless in the face of such questioning."