"Do you understand enchantment?" Hearing Stephen's words, Effia looked at Stephen strangely.
Stephen immediately became nervous. The words he had just said came from a sudden thought in his heart. In fact, from Hammer's memory, Stephen knew that learning to be possessed by a demon required a lot of talent. Forging and being possessed by a demon were both innate abilities of dwarves. They were easy for dwarves, but for the human race, being possessed by a demon was an ability that needed long-term practice to master.
Moreover, there is a strict prerequisite for learning to be possessed by demons, and that is, one must be a magician.
In the entire city of Stan, there are no more than ten people who are proficient in enchantment.
Seeing Effia's inquiring look, Stephen subconsciously felt a bit panicked and said somewhat unconfidently, "This..." Have a basic understanding.
"Oh, anyway, the magic array attached to this sword of mine is just a 'Wind Blade'. It should be quite easy to fix." Saying this, Efia casually handed the long sword in her hand to Stephen.
Stephen hurriedly took it, his face showing a hint of surprise: "You just trust me so much and hand the sword to me?"
Effia gave a gentle smile on her beautiful and charming face: "Do you have the nerve to take my sword?"
Stephen: "..."
Well, as the daughter of the city Lord and a genius swordsman, she speaks with confidence.
The carriage was bumping along, and it was not comfortable to sit in it. But now Stephen had shifted all his energy to the long sword in his arms. He reached out and gently brushed over the pattern of the long sword. His mental energy gently touched the blade through his fingers, and he kept thinking in his heart.
The so-called enchantment, in simple terms, is to enshrine a magic array on weapons and armors. However, this kind of engraving is different from a magic scroll. After all, the magic array engraved with magic ink, a magical item, can only be used once. But the magical item used for enchantment seems to be... Secret Silver?
Stephen tried hard to recall the demonic messages that the hammerhead had come into contact with in the past.
With special tools, the wondrous substance of secret silver can be integrated into armors and weapons to form magical matrices and patterns. How could these patterns contain magical matrices?
Enchanttion is the process of integrating secret silver into armor or weapons to create special patterns. However, Stephen was completely puzzled as to how the magical matrix was formed within these patterns. As his fingers glided over the patterns on the sword blade, he could faintly sense the aura of some spells, but he had no idea how that aura was generated.
"Enchantment seems to be a very troublesome thing..."
Although Stephen felt that being possessed by demons was not an easy thing, he didn't back down. Anyway, he wanted to have a try. Besides... Even if he can't repair this long sword, Efia probably won't blame him, will she?
The carriage stopped at the corner of the street where Anthony's magic hut was.
I hope you can fix the long sword for me within half a month. When Stephen got off the car, Effia said to him, "As for the payment, I'll settle it for you when the time comes."
"Oh, okay." Stephen jumped out of the car and, thinking of something, looked at Effia again. "By the way, the compensation we mentioned earlier..."
"..." Efia rolled her eyes. She didn't expect this kid to still remember this incident. She said helplessly, "Don't worry. Buska has done such a thing and is now dead. According to the imperial law, all his assets will be confiscated. At that time, I'll ask my father to take some of them for you."
Having said that, she simply closed the door of the carriage: "Asol, let's go back to the city Lord's mansion."
"Ok, Miss Effia."
Before leaving, Asol smiled at Stephen. He should have been trying to show some kindness, but those two exposed fangs made the smile look hideous no matter how you looked at it...
Stephen gave a wry smile and turned to walk towards Anthony's magic hut.
"Hammerhead!" Soon, an aunt who went out to buy vegetables saw Stephen and ran over with shock on her face, "You..." Why are you back? And looking at you in such a sorry state, what on earth has happened to you?
"Hehe, it's hard to put into words." Stephen looked at the kind aunt and pointed in the direction of Anthony's magic hut, saying, "Let's talk about it when I get back first."
"Then go back quickly. Debbie has been worrying about you a lot during this period." The aunt said hurriedly.
Stephen nodded and his pace quickened involuntarily. Strangely enough, after being reborn in this hammerhead, he lived with Debbie for only about half a month before being kidnapped and imprisoned by Buska for three months. But for that little junior sister who always carried a hundred-pound huge sword, there was an indescribable concern in his heart. This concern is not merely due to the original memory of the hammerhead, but more so because Stephen himself has already developed some brother-sister affection for this little girl.
Thinking about these things in his mind, Stephen gradually approached Anthony's magic hut. From afar, he saw the small and solitary figure sitting in front of the hut. It was already afternoon, and the setting sun carried a somewhat hazy hue. Debbie held her knees with both hands, her face buried in them, and the hundred-pound huge sword was stuck beside her. But it makes her figure even more petite and pitiful.
Looking at this scene, Stephen could faintly hear the sad background music being played, evoking an uncontrollable sense of sadness.
"Debbie..." Stephen shouted softly.
The tiny figure suddenly moved slightly, and Debbie's face buried between her arms lifted up, looking towards Stephen.
Her expression froze for a moment, then she rubbed her eyes vigorously. Finally, she confirmed that the person calling her name was none other than her own hammerhead. Immediately, a look of surprise appeared on Debbie's face and she jumped up from the ground. But at this moment, her expression turned to anger again. She was annoyed at why Stephen left without a word. Annoyed at why he had only sent her a note for three months, her lovely little face was filled with complaints and deep hatred. Then she rushed towards Stephen.
As she charged over, she clenched her fists tightly and bit her teeth hard, looking as if she was about to give Stephen a good beating.
Stephen subconsciously felt a chill run through his body, thinking that he couldn't have escaped three months of imprisonment but accidentally lost his life under Debbie's fists, could he?
Just considering the strength with which she could casually wield a hundred-pound huge sword, Stephen had no hope of survival at all...
But just as Stephen's heart began to beat faster and faster, Debbie had already rushed in front of him. The anger on the little girl's face suddenly turned into grievance, and tears welled up in her eyes in an instant. She threw herself at Stephen and hugged him tightly with all her might.
"Hammer, where on earth have you been during this period of time? I miss you so much..."
"Me, I miss you too..."
Stephen said hoarse - of course, the hoarseness wasn't because of being moved, but because he was almost out of breath being held by Debbie: "By the way, could you please let go first? Your bones are going to break. I'm going to die, die, die, die..."