Chapter 74. Mage’s Sword (4)
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“Tsk, give it back to me.”
The old man returned the sword to its place as if nothing had happened, then began searching again while muttering to himself. Soon, he handed him another sword.
“How do you like this one?”
He swung it a few times. The sword was so heavy that he needed two hands to swing it, even though it was only the size of a one-handed sword.
“It’s a little heavy.”
All the swords the old man handed him were unusual.
The old man began to rummage through the swords again.
It might take longer than Damien expected.
Suddenly, something in the basement caught his attention.
A sapling stood in a corner out of the sunlight. Although it had grown in a place where photosynthesis was impossible, its leaves were bursting with life.
He lightly touched the branch of the sapling as he looked at the swords.
He felt a cold sensation.
A leaf wrapped tightly around his index finger.
The old man dropped the sword he brought when he saw this.
“Oh, my God.”
“Just wait a little bit.”
He did not understand the old man’s words.
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Why did this happen?
When a branch moved on its own, another leaf clung to his hand.
The sapling came out of the pot when he drew back his arm. He tried to tear off the leaves clinging to his hand, but it was no use.
It was too tough compared to a normal sprout.
The branches firmly clung to his arm.
But it didn’t stop at that point, even the roots began to wrap around his body.
It looked more like a tentacle than a plant.
“What is this!”
The old man came down the stairs wearing thick gloves with magic patterns. The sapling only started to loosen when he yanked on the branches.
A living plant that could move. He would never have guessed it. He wondered why there was something so strange in a place like this.
The old man placed the plant in a new pot with soil.
“Didn’t you say you didn’t know anything about magic?”
The old man couldn’t believe it.
“How do you feel?”
The old man’s expression became a little more serious.
Damien wondered if the sapling was poisonous.
He stretched his limbs to check his physical condition.
“Hahaha, you’re still fine after losing so much mana? That’s incredible.”
“What do you mean?”
“This plant likes people with a lot of mana. I didn’t do anything because you said you didn’t know anything about magic. Apparently, you hid that your mana was at the same level as a mage.”
“What is this thing…?”
“It’s called Isildrien Sapling. I don’t know the details, I just got it recently. It’s a sword that absorbs mana, so it’s hard to use unless you’re a mage.”
“That’s a sword?”
The old man nodded.
The sapling, which became soft like a liquid, bunched up in a straight line. Finally, It became a wooden sword with a stiff appearance
“It’s harder than steel if it has the right mana supply.”
“The problem is that mages don’t use swords and usually swordsmen have low mana levels. That’s why I couldn’t find a suitable owner for this item.”
He felt he had good luck. Sylverine said his mana regeneration was better than most mages. He believed he could handle this sword well.
“Can I use it?”
The old man handed it to him.
“You seem to be in good condition. But if you feel dizzy, right away give it back to me.”
He received the wooden sword.
The hilt fit comfortably in his hand.
The old man had said it absorbed mana, but he felt nothing.
He gently stroked the blade with his fingers.
Blood spurted from his fingertips.
The edge was incredible for a wooden sword.
And he could hide it if necessary. It looked like it was made for him.
He also liked that it absorbed mana. That would be useful in some cases.
He didn’t think it was necessary to look for another sword.
It seemed that the old man thought the same as he did.
“It looks like it met the owner.”
“How much does this sword cost?”
The old man narrowed his eyes at the question.
He came out of Philine’s Blacksmith Shop with a flower pot in his hand.
The sword he got was different from what he had originally thought.
“Now I have too much money left over.”
The leather bag was still full of gold coins.
The old man had practically given him the sword.