The Blood Knight’s Villains - Chapter 259

My Villains Episode 259

51. Farewell to the Truth (1)

The unique longsword ‘Hrunting’ is the exclusive weapon of the Blood Knights.

It is for this reason that options such as ‘activation of unique effects when using a bloody blade’ or ‘increased bleeding rate in case of enemy attacks’ are added.

In addition to the above options, there was one very peculiar thing about this knife. That was the option in the ambiguous tooltip, ‘Drinking blood to become stronger’.

To explain it loosely, it’s an option called ‘Attack power increases by 0.1% each time you kill a new type of enemy’… As I remember, if you build up enough attack power stacks with this option, the auburn blade will turn white.

Hrunting in reality also changed color as if it was shedding its skin around Longville, and the sword body was dyed milky white.

So the change up to that point was already expected.

“But what is this…

I woke up late after resting for a full 12 hours after the uproar yesterday. Then, looking at Hrun Ting (what it was), he sighed deeply in dismay.

The famous sword, which has all the charm, hardness and ferocity of an iron wall, went somewhere, and only an ostrich egg covered with white scales was there.

…I hoped it was a dream. There’s no way.

No matter how much I tried to remember playing the game, there was no event like this.

yes of course not

Where is an event like this? The long sword, which was fine, and the equipment that was used as the main force suddenly turned into eggs. What kind of lightning bolt is this!

‘Give me back my Hrunting!’ I wanted to break the egg, but I finally decided to hold it in. It’s because there was a suspicious part.

I was sitting at a table on the 1st floor of the guild hall to eat with my colleagues, and Heila, who had finished eating early, was carefully touching the surface of the eggs I had brought down.

“O” T5.

Blinking speed is slower than usual. It looks like it’s hazy or possessed by something.

I ate four bowls of pork stew made with sheep’s milk, cracked broad beans and eggs, and seasoned with nutmeg.

“What are you looking at so intently?”

Instead of answering, she placed her open palm on the egg. And I closed my eyes half as if I was concentrating on something. Judging from the faint sense of this mana, it seems that the blood is turning.

for a while too. It wasn’t a vibration, or a reverberation that was too weak to be called that.

Ellen, who was sitting next to me, must have felt it too. The guy stopped biting at the candied grapes and narrowed his brows.

“Can’t you see other people eating? what are you doing?”

“Detect Magical Power.”

“Are you asking because you don’t know that?” Ellen took a sip of wine mixed with water and closed her eyes tightly with an ‘ugh’. Then he poured a little more warm water into the wine bottle and opened his mouth.

“And that’s what Hrunting was transformed into. Hrunting wasn’t even an ordinary magic tool, so of course you can feel the magic.”

Instead of reacting to those words, Heila turned to me.

“This is not an egg.”

” huh?”

“This is not an egg.”

“…Uh, right? There’s no way it’s known that it’s made of a lump of iron that swells and crumbles.”

Although they keep calling it ‘Al’, that thing is definitely Hrunting. Even though it was in the shape of an egg, it was a foolish idea to expect something to be born there.

When I shrugged my shoulders at that thought, Heila continued with a calm tone.

“But I can feel the life.”

“what?”

“It’s alive.”

The table fell silent at that sudden declaration. The wad, who was sitting on one side and had a spoon in his mouth, said, ‘Eh?’ Ellen pursed her lips as she rolled her eyes, then reached out to Heila, who was sitting across from her.

“Give me this.”

“I can not hear you?”

Immediately after waking up during lunchtime, Ellen looked at Al several times, and her face was disbelieved.

Instead of handing over the egg meekly, Heila gently touched it and stared at Ellen.

His expressionless eyes as usual, but ‘what are you?’ It seems like I can hear the voice saying As Ellen frowned at that stare, Heila slowly opened her mouth.

“You won’t even know if you look. It is a sense that requires the power of blood relatives.”

“……consanguinity?”

“huh. Poi wait.”

Heila proudly grabbed my hand and pulled it up onto the Hrunting (what it was). Then, she drew the dagger ‘Blood Blood’ from her waist and cut her fingertips shallowly. The seomseom corn with drops of blood lay on the back of my hand as it was.

“Uh,”

I was about to withdraw my hand in embarrassment, but Haila whispered softly as she grabbed the back of my hand.

“Don’t resist.”

“…”Hmm.”

Some part of my heart tickled, so I turned my head and met your blue eyes.

As he avoided even those longing eyes, his eyes landed on Mungchi, who was making an expression that he did not understand. The guy who made eye contact with me smiled and said ‘heh’, wondering what’s so good about it.

Meanwhile, drops of blood from Heila’s spell ran through my fingers and seeped into the eggs from around the palm of my hand.

■tsutsu ■tsu.

The blood from Heila’s palm penetrated my hand and the scaly eggshell, pulling me in.

Heyla’s powerful magic gifted me with a higher level of senses.

It feels as clear as groping with your hand. The drop of blood soaked into the shell slowly seeps into the center of the egg, the complex yet orderly structure of blood vessels reminiscent of the leaf veins of plants, and the excitement

.

Park Dong-do.

Even when in the form of a longsword, Hrunting would wriggle as if it were alive. At the time, I thought it was just copying life.

But now that he was examining Hrunting, who was an egg but not an egg, he could be sure. This was not a copy of life, but a complete life form.

“ruler.” Heila held out her dagger to me. As I look down at the translucent blade, Nie continues.

“I will like you more.”

” me?”

WO ” Heh.

I hesitated for a moment, then took the dagger and drew blood on my fingertips. Three or four drops of blood dripped and seeped into the egg.

no, it didn’t leak.

Hrunting was drawing my blood just as it was right before he transformed into his current form. Three or four drops of blood were sucked into the center of the egg and disappeared without a trace.

“crazy.”

A faint doubt in my heart raises its head.

Right after defeating the artist in the Dream Mansion, I was reunited with the ‘blood-drinking snake’.

At that time, there are words that the grandmother left as if passing by.

– That child has grown up too. good night. Do not allow hatching.

If my memory is not wrong, it must have been Hrunting that the huge vertical pupil was looking down at the time he said that…

“So this is hatching?”

” maybe.”

Nodding at the self-talking question, Heila took the egg back and placed it on her lap. Then, as if nothing had happened, he called the maid, Rowen, to prepare tea.

I stared blankly at Al for a moment, then looked up at Heila.

“…you want to keep it?”

“huh.”

She nodded her head with a calm face. Then, as if he had read my distressed expression, he put his hand on Hrunting (what was) and blinked his eyes quickly a couple of times. At first glance, it seems that the black eyes are shaking.

“It may be an illusion, but I can feel the blood of our blood relatives.”

“…It’s not blood, it’s my blood. How much blood has been fed to that knife in the meantime?”

“anyway. Better to take care of me than you, as I have a keen sense for blood. It seems like he likes you, but he’s not rejecting me, and he needs my help anyway to keep track of his status.”

Heila spewed out her words at a rare, fairly rapid rate, then blinked slowly.

“…can’t I?”

“Oh no what. There is nothing wrong. I’d appreciate it if you would take care of it.”

Heila’s stiff shoulders relaxed. I don’t know why she has such affection for that egg, but I was worried about something else.

“Do you know what will come out of it? What if some kind of monster appears?”

“monster?”

“How many monsters do you think died in Hrunting? people? A knife like that has turned into an egg, but there’s no way a cute chick will come out of it.”

At my worried words, Utequai, who was emptying his beer glass on one side, put his glass down.

“Well, that is correct.”

He rubbed his broad chin and

looked at Hrunting (what was).

“Hrunting is a good knife. From that egg comes a knife that can jump over Hrunting.”

“What bullshit is that? Why did the knife come out of the egg?”

“The sword has become known. A knife comes out of that egg. of course.”

…is that so?

As she blinked at Utequai’s assertive assertion, Heila put down her silver teaspoon to refute the claim.

“I told you that you can feel life.”

“hmm. Then it is a living sword.”

“There is no such thing as a living knife in the world, Mr. Hatanka.”

“There is a living spear in the story of the steppe. So there are living knives.”

Haila, who had been sitting still and blinking, picked up the teaspoon again.

“You will find out someday.”

“hmm. Looking forward to a big, nice knife.”

Heila left the giggling Utequai behind and picked up a small jar of honey from Rowen’s tray. Then, he opened the stopper wrapped in silk and poured a spoonful, two spoons, or three spoonfuls of honey into the tea.

…If that’s enough, I should call it tea honey, not honey tea.

While Heila was mixing the tea water with a clattering sound uncharacteristic for her, Munchchi snuck a jar of honey, looked around for a moment, and poured honey into the teacup.

Then, around the time he opened the fourth spoon, he made eye contact with me and said ‘Eh’ and stopped his hand.

When I smiled and chined him, he put honey in my cup with a bashful smile.

For the smell-sensitive guy, Haila took out the cinnamon and cloves from the tea for the bunch. Because of that, the guy’s tea was actually sweet honey water.

Some people might point fingers at me saying they don’t even taste tea, but wouldn’t it be great if it tasted good? I can only laugh when I see Munchhi, who slumps on the backrest while enjoying sweet tea.

It was a situation where my favorite sword, Hrunting, had turned into a scaly Tazoal, but there was something comforting about it. These are the equipment I got during the day yesterday.

In fact, even the equipment he stole from Lenca was a hit.

It might not be as good as Hrunting, the exclusive weapon for blood knights, but ‘Black Ice’ and ‘Morning Star’ were also useful enough.

no, not good enough Since you are definitely a unique longsword, you have good options.

I don’t know how it will be in reality, but black ice in the game is a weapon with additional cold damage and defense-related corrections, just like its name. The morning star is a sword with divine power, so it is good against undead or demons.

Since there are two unique-grade longswords, I wanted to share them with the freckled mummy or the one-eyed Simos

. It was a decision I made because I felt like I was the only swordsman who could properly use the unique longsword. It’s never been that I was greedy. really.

He also obtained the long-awaited plate armor. The real exhaust plate armor, from heat treatment to enchantment. Even though Lenka was a woman, her body was about the same as mine. So when I tried on her plate armor, it was roughly the right size.

Well, my chest is a bit wide, and my thighs and shoulders are tight, but that’s about it. If you ask a skilled blacksmith, he’ll adjust it right away.

As a result of Ellen’s confirmation, the magic circle with effects such as strengthening magic resistance and light weight was operating without any problems. It was a magic circle that focused on intelligence, so the effect wasn’t dramatic, but it was still much better than nothing.

It’s a pity that there is no helmet with the field of view extension spell… Well, it’s much easier to get a useful helmet, so you should be satisfied with this.

There was more loot.

All the demons and monsters that came from the salt world turned to ashes and disappeared, but one useful item was left behind. It was the chain whip used by the named flame demon, ‘La Saldeha’.

It’s a weapon that appears as a rare level of equipment in the game… Actually, I can’t remember the option very well. The name was Hellfire or whatever, I think it was a whip.

Utequai decided to write this.

I don’t know if I’ll be able to use it properly, but I’m trying to train myself. He’s a great warrior in the grasslands, and he’s well-versed in weaponry, so he’ll be able to use it well.

Lastly, there are some equipment obtained while fending off the attacks of the martial artist Iljin and the arcane hunter Ashur….

This one is a bit troublesome.

there are prisoners