28 Tuesday, 28. 09. Meet Sword Sword (3)
I woke up one day and I had a dark reply.
The craftsman's pride was nowhere to be found, and all that was left was his own disillusionment with making swords like he was drunken.
For the first time in my life, the old man didn't know how to control my heart. I stood in front of the furnace as always. He placed a loaf of hot iron in the anvil and hammered it without rest.
The work of refining ( ) and forging ( ), which has been repeated numerous times.
But this time it was his heart, not his iron, and his whole life.
Then the Sword was completed.
The mind is full of impurities, and the iron balls are already in shape.
Around here, another luxury item was made. However, after a failure full of black impurities, the old man's eyes cast his sword into the furnace without hesitation.
The head of the workshop, Sachsen, had a fuss, but the old man wasn't very happy.
Again he repeated the work of refining and forging with a hammer.
Again the sword was made.
My mind is still agitated, but I'm only picking up a bunch of dry iron.
The old man threw his sword back into the furnace. The sword, which could not have been so, was burned with iron in the furnace.
Every time a sword is thrown away, the repentance and self-esteem that remained in my heart fade a little. The old man put more heat on the work.
How much iron did he knock on my heart like that?
When I woke up, the repentance in my heart was already gone. It was my longing for a new place.
I want to make the right sword before I die.
The old man measured time. There was not enough time left. The weakened body would soon be unable to even lift the hammer.
I picked the iron before I did. At last, there was a snare in the desert that no one had touched.
[Heat it up like the rising sun on the horizon, and let it cool like the king's magenta robe. Then a sword like the sun and like a king will be born.]
I rebuilt the furnace with countless songs passed down among the craftsmen.
The crowd pulls out the iron when the iron in the flames is like the sun.
Thug. Thug.
I hammered and soaked iron in precious whale oil.
When the iron became magenta, it was taken out and put back into the furnace. The process was repeated countless times.
It's been a day, two days, a week, a fortnight, twenty days.
This is where the sword would normally appear. But this time, the day did not take shape so strangely.
Knocked and knocked. But the change was still minor.
Even before I could see the end of this approach, I was powerless. The idea that perhaps his last sword would remain unfinished drove the elderly further.
Then one day.
The workplace has become chaotic. Someone seems to be a late nobleman.
At that moment, a change occurred.
The iron mass, which did not reveal itself as well, changed like a lie. As if I had a form of my own, I slowly began to shape myself as a sword.
Jovais is gone, and I can't afford to come back to my heart.
Then the old man found out who was the laggard in the workplace.
Prince. That was the first prince of the kingdom.
Saxon says if you don't want to close the shop door, you have to take care of it.
The old man did not stop working in the meantime. I burned myself even more in the work that I began to see the end.
The iron, which began to take shape once, quickly took on my appearance.
That's how many days went by.
"I was going to see if the King was done. "
The prince's soliloquy dug out his ear. Shortly thereafter, the writer sings a nosebleed saying that the prince is leaving soon.
The old man did not leave in front of the anvil that night to leave. I repeated that I would knock iron and cool it down again without resting for just one attempt.
As a result, by the time the sun came out, the sword could finally be completed.
Earl Elon's eldest son Torres finally appeared with the prince when he was born.
"I offer this sword to you. "
I did not know whether he had spoken, whether the sword had spoken with his mouth, or whether he was an old man. When he regained consciousness, he was already standing in front of the prince with his sword in his hand.
"Do you have a name? "
The prince asked.
"What about Dämmerung? "
"The sun in the courtyard or the sun in the sunset. "
"Twilight for me, and dawn for you. "
The prince burst into laughter.
"Unbelievable moonlight. "
The old man's hands became lighter. One day the sword was in the hands of the prince. At that moment, the old man felt like his whole body was empty.
There was no repentance, no longing.
The old man stumbles upside down.
If the prince had not stretched out his hand and seized him, the weak old man would have cried out from his place.
The prince's voice was heard in the ears of the old man, whose eyes were white.
"Tell the outsider. "
"Your Majesty?"
"I think we should spend the night here. "
* *
Earl Valrhaud came after the prince moved the old man to a secluded place where the heat of the workshop would not be affected.
"What's going on? Why are you suddenly postponing your departure? "
"I received an unexpected gift, but there is no way to pay for it, so I intend to protect it. "
There was a silly gang for a while, but the prince put his gear on my insistence.
The people were astonished at the words of the prince's heart, and again they were astonished at the sight of the Count, who was famous for his kingdoms.
The night has come. The torch is revealed. The court knights and well-armed royal soldiers surround the prince. Earl Elon's households surrounded them again.
"I assure you, even if you combine all the swords your master has made so far, it won't be worth a single sword. "
"I know because I have eyes. But what shall I do with the sword which the commander has already offered to the prince? Why would you do something so useless? "
Earl Elon reproaches Torrance. Torrence said he didn't know this was going to happen.
"Why don't you come here? You are still young, so you give the right sword and return it. "
Earl Elon frowns and looks at the prince.
I saw the masterpiece erected by the prince. It was also precious to pretend that the form was an ordinary longsword or that there were strange wavy patterns embroidered throughout the day.
"As long as I'm not an idiot, I have a sword like that..."
"Not just with a sword. Don't you think it's easy to hold something that Gummy can pull? "
The choir is coming in, and some soldiers are heading to the castle. And when the soldiers returned, their hands were filled with a great ark.
Torrance opens the ark and pulls out the sword. It was a gorgeous sword with red jewels.
"Your Majesty, how can we discuss the value of a sword made of souls, which you would consider to be better. I have a magical sword that I was going to give to you..."
In exchange, even before taking out the horse, the prince shook his hand with a big face.
"Later."
No matter how determined the will contained in the short words was, Torres had to turn to his uncomfortable face.
The old man opened his eyes shortly after Torrance went back to finish his work.
The prince and the old man had a long conversation. They laughed and chatted as if they had known it before, but there was no thrill in each other's attitudes.
That was indeed a strange sight.
It is not surprising that a noble, young prince hangs out so well with an old yard. Everyone who was guarding the surroundings felt strange looking at the sight.
The brightness that seemed to be shining brightly at the last moment when the candle went out also disappeared, and the old man's eyes suddenly went out.
Everyone was intuitive, knowing the old man's death wasn't far away.
The voice of the prince's conversation with the old man was cut off. The old man just went and breathed. The prince whispered to such an old man.
A whisper that no one can hear, only the elderly can hear.
"Oh, my God! You! "
When the prince came out of the old man's ear, the old man was like a ghost.
"I... don't you know what he's thinking? "
"Hahaha."
The old man laughs. At first there is madness, and then there is wonder. And at the end it contained expectations.
"May this sword be as great as you..."
"It will be. "
The prince, who spoke with a smile, shut his mouth.
The old man was already closing his eyes. The smile on his mouth was more peaceful than any other smile he had ever made before.
* *
Originally, I only tried to leave after watching the old man's death, but I stayed another day and attended the old man's funeral, knowing that there were no separate brushes.
"You must hurry."
Given the impatient color of the outsider, it seems that there was something to do in the wire as the King did in the mission given by Count Elon.
But I also have my own business in Count Elon.
"Again?"
"This time, don't worry. "
Then I called Torrance out of return by hand.
"Dao."
"Your Majesty? What do you mean? "
"The Magic Sword. "
Torrance opened his eyes in my words. But after a while, he looks up and smiles.
"You'll love it. "
Torrance summons the soldier by hand. I held a splendid sword in the soldier's hand, whether it was prepared beforehand or not.
"That's good."
The Magic Sword prepared by Torrence, not by me, was quite useful to me.
The foresight of the sword itself was not bad, and the energy felt from the jewels stuck in the middle of the guard was not polite.
At a minimum, the yawn ( ) is an out-of-the-box artifact.
"Your Majesty, then..."
"It's a gift that I want to receive again for the rest of my life, even with the sword that my namesake Master made for my soul. In addition, the loyalty of the Elon family to the royal family is evident. "
Torrance muttered a few times. The constantly shaking eye was exploring whether or not I knew the true value of Earth.
Of course, I knew the value of Earth better than anyone else.
"It would be the honor of the family if you could help me. "
Torrence also stretched his shoulders to see if he realized that.
"I'll take it without the burden. "
When Elon's eldest son comes back, the loner fills his tongue. I had already noticed the situation that was going back.
* *
One day was delayed to reach Earl Elon, and two more days were spent on the schedule after arriving at the Earl.
So we rushed to speak as if we were messengers of war. The wagons and infantry followed, and only the knights and cavalry were challenged for maximum speed.
As a result, it took only a day or two to reach the wire.
"Ouch!"
Since I woke up, I had an unmistakable resilience to the usefulness of the lowest citadel I had ever seen. The gate was opened and a crowd of people poured out into it.
They were knights dressed in armor that revealed iron.
The knights of the slow-speed wire rushed threateningly and gave me an example in unison.
"Then let's go in. "
After hearing their greetings, Dong-ma went straight into the castle.
"The Yoke of Wilodenga is here to see His Royal Highness! "
"I see the blood of the noble Leonberger! "
Earl Yoke Wiloden, the lord of wire magnetism and head of the wire magnetism division, shouted aloud, followed by more than two hundred knights.
A hospitality that is more generous than necessary.
Perhaps if he were a real wreck, he would have been overwhelmed by their guilt and remained silent for some time.
Of course I wasn't him, and I didn't intend to leave quietly.
"Unemployed, if you have anything to see. "
In my words, the homeless man looked back at me.
"I need to see some business. "
I wondered about the outsider's gaze. It was like asking what you were doing here.
I just smiled, and anxiety arose in the face of the outsider.
I ignored that hot look and looked around.
Hundreds of knights were looking at me. Among them, there was a man who came into the eye of Judi.
Arwen Kirgayen.
My first article was staring at me among the wiremen.
Coughbuck.
She was small and respectful. At the same time, the power of the wire lions boiled. The blatant jealousy and bifurcation in it made me feel better.
"It's a great day to put one up. "