Is there any other way to restore the Tree Heart Sword without using the Purple Flame to recast it?
This idea completely jumped out of Catalina's mind.
【what do you mean? 】
[Do you know the term "Magic Swordsman"? 】
Of course she knows that the magic swordsman is more like a combination of a magician and a knight:
In ancient times, most "magicians" in the traditional sense focused more on their secret knowledge, thus neglecting their role in the battlefield. They are more like scholars of a special discipline than warriors.
The magic swordsmen are professional soldiers through and through. They are waiting for the emperor's recruitment and entering the battlefield at any time. They place swordsmanship and secret texts at the same height, so that their swordsmanship and magic are in a complementary state.
If the legend is true, there was once a deep spell originating from the "Crystal" secret text circulated among them, which can draw power from gems and add it to weapons. The crystals formed by the expansion of fine crystal clusters can even temporarily repair broken blades.
[Do you know that secret method? 】
Deep magic comes from a deep understanding of secret texts. For example, the basic ability of the secret text of "Lake" is to build a protective barrier, but there are thousands of different shield configurations and various unique uses. These are the real core of the spell caster.
[Yes, the magic swordsmen call it the "Secret Binding Blade". Although it can't completely restore the power of "Tree Heart", it can at least allow you to wield it again. I regard it as a small gift, I hope you like it. 】
A "little" gift... that is the long-lost skill of the magic swordsman. It is an unsolved mystery that countless scholars have dreamed about and tried their best to recover without success.
In the eyes of the secret keeper, this can only be regarded as a small gift?
And the next second, something even more bizarre happened to Catalina——
An unstoppable force crushed her will, like a huge wave shattering a river bank. Huge and complicated knowledge poured into her mind, and time seemed to stand still. Her sense of smell, hearing, and even vision disappeared from her perception for a time, just to accept the surging torrent.
In that moment of confusion, she almost thought that her crystalline malignancy had recurred.
Cognition, understanding, reproduction, and the experience passed down for thousands of years entered Catalina's consciousness out of thin air. There is no source, no price, and no need to enter a dream.
Transferring knowledge into your brain? ! And it’s still out of thin air? !
This is probably only a knight novel, no... even a knight novel would not dare to describe such an exaggerated plot.
The knight may receive some kind of guidance in a dream, but he will never learn magic or acquire certain abilities in vain... Those knowledge or treasures must at least be obtained after defeating the monster guarding the treasure.
Katarina looked at her hands in disbelief, not even noticing that the pen fell to the ground.
If being able to cure crystal malignancy in a dream can only be said to be incredible, then what happened just now was like a divine revelation in a fairy tale.
Could it be that the Lord Keeper of Secrets is really...?
She suddenly thought of a title - "The Chosen One".
In the long history, there have been some favored people with perfect affinity for a certain secret text. They can hear the whispers and calls of the gods, and most of them are confused and confused as a result. Some even have their bodies twisted and mutated, degenerating into beast-like forms, or even worse.
But there are a very few lucky people who can understand what the gods say, so as not to fall into madness or depravity, and even benefit from it.
Could it be that I am actually the "chosen one" in a sense? It's just that he was too young to communicate with this "secret keeper".
Maybe my crystalline malignancy is also related to this...?
His eyes returned to the diary, and the pale white flame text had long disappeared.
Catalina gently smoothed her chestnut hair from her forehead to calm down the turmoil in her heart, and took out an emerald brooch from the jewelry box.
Now that you’ve learned a new secret writing technique, why not try it out a little bit?
She pulled out the broken handle of the family sword "Heart of the Tree" from the square leather sheath, and gently wiped upward the broken blade with the brooch in her left hand. The secret text of "Crystal" resonates with the phosphophyllite in the skull.
Suddenly, under the elegant and soft green light, tiny crystal particles spread orderly along the blade, as if clear springs were pouring down from the mountains, re-forming the translucent sword body.
It is the chaotic green that is unique to emerald and contains crystal impurities. Like a hawthorn forest in bloom, or a gray stone covered with moss.
Katarina stared at the gradually spreading light, as if the towering ancient trees were reflected in her eyes. The legends of knights and stories of heroes were intertwined in the light, as if they were lingering sounds from the past.
In this way, she held the sword in both hands and stared at the Yinghuang sword obsessively until her will could no longer be maintained.
With a snap, the sword blade made of spar turned into a burst of dust. The light and shadow disintegrate and dissipate, like a yellow beam in a dream.
It seems that I still need to hone my skills over and over again...
Although Your Excellency the Keeper of Secrets directly granted me the knowledge, I have only mastered the ability to learn this skill and have just stepped into the threshold.
Fortunately, there are many jewels in the jewelry I have saved over the years, which should be enough for me to slowly polish the "Secret Binding Blade" to perfection.
Holy Spirit bless...
Catalina gently wiped the broken blade with the deerskin again and returned it to its sheath. I was about to draw a seven-pointed star for prayer on my chest, but I stopped halfway——
If I am really the chosen one of this "Keeper of Secrets", wouldn't it be inappropriate to continue to believe in the Holy Spirit...?
…
boom! boom! boom!
"Relax your wrists, lower your center of gravity, and make sure your aim is straight."
On the shooting range, Ed was holding the stick-style pistol with both hands and shooting at the target. Since he was already familiar with the feel and the condition of the gun was still acceptable, he did not ask for a new gun.
"It's not bad, at least it didn't miss the target." Quinn stood up and glanced at the target 15 meters in front of him, "Did you notice that you still can't help but blink when you fire the first shot.
Ed nodded. He also noticed this problem. The human body has a natural stress response to loud noises.
"This is a very dangerous instinct. Instincts are used to protect yourself and should not become an obstacle to survival."
"Should I try a further target again?"
"No need, let's hit the close target first. If a long-range target appears, that's the problem that the sissy should solve."
She said it was obvious Byakuya.
Quinn took out a cigarette and held it in her mouth, then stuffed it back as if she realized her mistake. Ever since the incident with Mr. George, Ed had never seen her smoking again, at least not in front of him. Maybe he wanted to set a good example for him.
"...In addition, you also need to practice rapid fire and hip fire. These are common techniques we use. Do you know why agents like to be equipped with pistols?"
"Because it's convenient for concealed carry?" After all, carrying a rifle with a bayonet on the street will definitely frighten patrol police and civilians.
"This is just one aspect. The urban environment is much more complex than the battlefield. You need to face a large number of blind spots in alleys, indoors, and even underground tunnels anytime and anywhere. There may be enemies hiding in every shadow."
"——Imagine that situation, using a rifle close to your body. The enemy's hands are always closer to the muzzle than yours. Once they grab your muzzle, no matter how powerful the firearm is, it will be useless. Understand me What do you mean?"
"Understood." Ed opened the magazine and loaded six bullets in one go with the loader.
"Now that you understand, let's start the next round. I will train you to be a real agent... Oh, and also, your mask is down."
Quinn handed over a yellow metal mask with a strange smile on the corner of his mouth.
"Why is it an owl? Don't everyone wear beak masks?"
Except for Quinn's unique vicious dog mask, all the agents in the East Area team are equipped with long and narrow beak-shaped metal masks.
"This is the second generation product newly developed by the R&D team of the Bureau of Investigation. The poison filter tank has been shortened by two-thirds, and an eyepiece insert slot has been added, so it is specially made into an owl shape."
"Okay... Owl, is this also a type of cat?"
Ed put the mask on his head, trying to get used to the feeling, raised his pistol, and opened fire with a hint of anger.
boom! boom! boom!
