"'Crystal Arc Blade 'Epieus'"..."
Katarina read. She took two steps back slightly, looked at the card, and put her fingers gently under her chin:
"What do you think this looks like?"
"Well, it...I'm not sure..."
Ed didn't know how to speak. If he told her the true purpose of this thing, she would then ask about the secret keeper program and then whether she was the "Tattered King".
"Cigarette cards?" Catalina said suddenly.
"Yes! Cigarette cards. I remembered them as soon as you mentioned them." He quickly continued the topic.
"But why is it here?"
"Well..."
"Could it be that the Silver Knight actually has a hobby of collecting cigarette cards?"
"Excellent reasoning, Miss Catalina, you really should come to work in our detective agency." He smiled and applauded.
The cigarette cards are only five years old at most, but these things have been here for at least several decades. From the look on Catalina's face, it was obvious that she knew nothing about cigarettes.
"But aren't all cigarette cards made of paper? Why is this card silver?"
"There are occasionally rare cards made of gold and silver foil in the cards. It's a marketing gimmick... You know, these things are very collectible and are very popular on the market. Not to mention that the Silver Knight and the silver card are a match made in heaven, right? "
Taking advantage of Catalina's long stay in the boudoir, Ed told lies with his eyes open.
"But Grandpa Herbert and the novel never mentioned the Silver Knight smoking."
Katarina raised her voice and objected, obviously unable to accept the collapse of the Silver Knight's image.
"You are absolutely wrong. Collecting is human nature, just like a stamp collector may not write letters every day. A silver knight may not smoke, but he may not collect cigarette cards."
"Well……"
Catalina raised the card and looked at it repeatedly for a long time, but couldn't find any clues. Finally, she stuffed it into Ed's hand in frustration:
"I don't know much about this. If it's valuable, you might as well keep it to improve your life."
"Ah, okay, let me keep it for you first." Ed nodded and took the card respectfully.
Somehow, with Catalina, things were always much easier than he expected.
"Forget about that, Ed, let's take a look at this. Do you know what this is?"
She closed the armor's mask back and gently rubbed the dark shoulder armor.
"…an armored shoulder?"
"No, this is Wujin, any light will be absorbed by its surface."
She held the shining sword close to her face, but the armor still did not reflect any light, just like a moonless night.
"I guess it must be hot wearing it in the summer."
"The most important thing is that it is light and tough. With such a thickness, the claw blade of the skinny ghoul will never be able to penetrate the defense."
"are you sure?"
Ed had some doubts. The power of the claw blade was no less than that of a pistol. The main reason why plate armor knights withdrew from the stage of history was because of the large-scale application of firearms.
When the power of muskets exceeded the defensive power of steel, the expensive heavy cavalry composed of traditional feudal nobles faded away and gradually evolved into the cuirassiers composed of professional soldiers who emphasized functionality.
"Of course, shoot it with your pistol. I swear on the honor of House Auckland that you will never leave a trace on this plate armor."
He folded the magazine downwards, and six bullet casings were thrown into the air in a fountain-like arc. With his right hand, he took out the spare ammunition from the inner pocket of his coat and reloaded it.
Ed is also curious whether the so-called "Ugold"'s protective ability is really as magical as Catalina described it.
Just as he aimed at the strongest breastplate among them and was about to pull the trigger, Ed suddenly thought of something and put down the muzzle of the gun:
"I'm afraid not……"
He pointed to the fuel sealed in black pottery jars around him, "If you shoot here, the two of us will probably be burned to ashes first."
"ah……"
Catalina lightly covered her lips with her left palm, seeming to realize that she almost made a decision that cost them both their lives:
"Anyway, this armor is definitely strong enough. As long as we put it on, we can break out of the siege."
"That couldn't be better."
He nodded. The strange thing is that compared to the stature of the Silver Knight in the story, this armor is too small. I am afraid that even Catalina can barely wear it, but the taller Ed will not be able to bear it.
Wait for a while. For some reason, she was still standing in front of the armor and didn't move.
"Do you need me to avoid it?" Ed asked tentatively in a low voice.
"No," Catalina's tone suddenly dropped a bit, a little embarrassed, "I can't wear the armor alone, I have to have help."
I see. Ed put his cane aside expressionlessly:
"Let me help you. Just tell me what to do."
"Put on the greaves first...wait, start with the left leg first, this is the rule..."
After some tossing, Ed finally understood why knights were required to be equipped with attendants: most of the armor's fixed belts and buckles were behind the back, and the knight himself had no way to do it. Someone must be assigned to wear the armor for the knight.
"Okay, it should be fine..." Catalina put on her gauntlets, closed her open visor, stood up and tried to move her limbs.
Unlike Ed's expectation, she was still able to flexibly control her pace, run, and even jump. The armor was like a metallic skin, not making her slow or clumsy.
"How do I look?"
She touched her cheeks through the helmet, and her voice was slightly muffled and distorted in the black helmet, like the echo from a deep well.
"It's so perfect, just like a real knight." Ed complimented half-heartedly.
"Are there any other treasures here?"
"Except for those oil tanks, I'm afraid there are none." He shook his head.
"Ah?" A surprised voice came from under the helmet, "How can this work? I got the benefits alone, but you got nothing. Monopolizing the treasure is against morality."
"Uh...I, actually don't have to..."
"You don't understand the value of this armor. It is completely worth a large company, or four or five factories..."
"It's okay, it's okay. I'm lucky enough to be able to serve you."
That card already made Ed's trip worthwhile. As for the black armor, he couldn't put it on at all. The two of them actually had what they needed.
"Mr. Edgar Waikolo..."
Catalina pulled out the shining long sword from the equipment on her waist, and Ed hurriedly advised:
"How can this be done? It's too expensive. I can't-"
"Will you be my attendant?"
"ah……?"
Ed was stunned for a moment.
