After Pan Long said this, the old man fell silent for a long while. Then he asked, "Why do you think those fake Holy Grails that kill people would have the same effect as the real Holy Grail?"
"Because you made them," Pan Long said. "I trust your skill, and I trust even more that you wouldn't be bored enough to make a whole pile of fakes that did the opposite."
He couldn't help laughing. "You might not be able to make a cup as powerful as the original Holy Grail, but you certainly shouldn't have made a poisonous one. The different effects of the two kinds of cups must come from the rituals you performed, not from the cups themselves having completely opposite properties."
"In other words, you believe I can make a Holy Grail?"
"Of course."
The old man burst out laughing. His laughter echoed through the cavern, raising countless echoes until it sounded as though a crowd of people were laughing merrily together.
Only after laughing for a long time did he stop. "You're the first person to acknowledge my skill! Far better than those knights with muscles where their brains should be! They refused to believe the results of my research into the Holy Grail. Especially that lunatic Galahad. He insisted the true Holy Grail had to guide mortals to Heaven. In the end, I had to make a Holy Grail especially for him that could send him straight to Heaven. Ah, the trouble he put me through!"
Pan Long smiled. "As a great sage, one of the greatest mages in the history of Britain and even Europe, you could hardly have been stumped by that."
"True. To make that Holy Grail, I spent over a month engraving the birth of the Son of God and