Chapter 245: Hero's Sword, Balmer
Like Vesemir's Gilnar, this is a plain-looking longsword.

The counterweight at the end of the sword is just a black spherical metal. The ordinary cross guard has no patterns. Not only does the sword have no patterns, it doesn't even have a blood groove...

At first glance, the whole sword looks like the entry-level work of an ordinary blacksmith.

Look again carefully.

There were even a few small cracks on the blade, and there were many scratches on the sword spine.

It seems to be even worse than the new ones made by ordinary blacksmiths.

However, from the servant's solemn posture and expression, it was clear that this sword was extraordinary.

But what made Ailin unwilling to look away for a moment was a feeling.

It was the servant who said, "This is a gift specially prepared for you by Mr. Radu," and then the sword suddenly changed vaguely.

It was as if a thin white light flashed across the sword.

But it is difficult to describe it clearly, as if this sword belonged to him and was born for him.

"This sword is called Balmer, Master Ailin, please cherish it!"

The servant did not explain the origin of the sword clearly as he did the previous two times. He just said the name and handed the sword to Ailin.

It was as if he was certain that as long as he heard the name of the sword, he would recognize it.

Unfortunately……

She threw a wink at the blind man.

The young witcher really didn't know what legendary story this Balmer, who was treated so solemnly, had.

He just took the sword subconsciously, unable to think of any words of praise.

But because of the servant's tone, it seemed that he was guilty of a heinous crime because he didn't know the origin of the sword.

then.

He could only stare at the sword, as if he was deeply attracted by Balmer's plain and slightly crude appearance.

Without saying a word…

There was an awkward silence in the cabin.

Until Vesemir spoke hesitantly,
"…Is it…the legendary sword 'Balmuo'?"

See someone talking.

The servant felt inexplicably relieved.

He looked at Ailin strangely and said solemnly:

"It is the sword 'Balm', the sword of the legendary hero Zatret Voluta."

"This sword was blessed by the gods..."

"Evil gods, vampire lords, giant dragons... countless monsters have died under the sword..."

Zatret Waruta?
Ailin had a flash of inspiration when he heard this.

Isn’t he the most legendary human hero chosen by the law of accident?

"Zatret was given to the dwarves when he was very young, because when his father was rescued by the dwarves and returned to the fortress, the first person he met was his son."

This was the description in the original book, so he had some impression of it.

No wonder the servant was staring at him strangely.

Zatret's position in the Northern Kingdom is similar to that of Hercules in the West and the Monkey King Sun Wukong in the East in Greek mythology.

Which boy hasn’t wielded the golden hoop stick when he was a child?
But Ailin really didn't know much about Zatret.

Because there is only that one sentence in the original book.

Time is tight in Kaer Morhen, and most of the books I read in the library are professional books such as monster studies.

Therefore, he had no idea what legendary story happened to Zatret after he was chosen by the Law of Accident.

But now it doesn't matter...

"This sword is too precious!"

Although Ailin was a little reluctant, he still hardened his heart and shook his head, wanting to hand the sword back to the servant.

This is not Vesemir's "Gilnar" or Mary's "Eleanor's Alchemy Book"...

Although both are very expensive and have some collection value, they are obviously more practical.

The value is also within an acceptable range.

But if this sword is really Zatret's magic sword, its collection value alone is far more than a million orens.

Giving him a million orens just for a piece of war news that he would know sooner or later?
Who believes?

There might be some big trouble hiding here!

So after learning about Balmer's origins, Ailin handed the sword back without thinking.

An expression of surprise and disbelief flashed across the servant's face.

It was as if he was shocked that there was a swordsman in the world who could resist the sword of the legendary hero Zatret.

Especially when the swordsman was only fourteen years old...

But then, as if remembering Dura Kuhn's instructions, the servant calmed down and shook his head:

"Mr. Dura never has the habit of taking back gifts, so you don't need to worry about any trouble."

"and……"

"A gift is not a transaction, a gift is a gift..."

After saying that, the servant placed Balmer and his scabbard on the table in the cabin and gently pushed it towards Aelin.

Resolute attitude.

"Take it, Aylin!"

Vesemir also advised.

The young demon hunter looked at the servant, pondered for a moment, and asked again:
"What does Mr. Radu want from me?"

The servant, who was over fifty years old, looked at Ailin with some appreciation, shook his head, and repeated:
“A gift is a gift.”

"You may have the opportunity to cooperate with Mr. Radu in the future..."

The attendant paused:
"But don't worry, Mr. Radu knows about the Wolf School and respects its principles."

After hearing this, Ailin could only accept the sword:
"Thank Mr. Radu for me. I love this gift!"

The attendant smiled kindly and nodded, saying:
"The Hero's Sword has found a suitable owner. This is what Mr. Radu has always hoped for."

talking.

He bowed slightly, saluted to Vesemir, Arryn, and Mary, then pushed the cart away.

……

"Qiang~"

The long sword was sheathed and unsheathed.

A cold light flickered in the cabin, and the temperature dropped inexplicably.

"Is this the Balmer who once killed the evil god?"

With Arryn's permission, Vesemir couldn't help but observe every detail of the sword, from the counterweight ball, the guard to the blade, the spine and the tip.

Even the newly acquired silver sword "Gilna" was put aside.

"As expected of the legendary hero Zatret's sword, even the gap on the blade is just right and natural..."

Vesemir tutted his words.

Ailin, who was still thinking about Radu Kuhn's intention, couldn't help but roll his eyes when he heard this.

Are the gaps on the sword blade natural?
Vesemir, you are a little off the mark...

but.

After complaining a few words in his mind, Ailin still focused his attention on the newly acquired longsword.

A thought came to mind...

【Name: Balmer】

[Type: Strange Object]

[Functions: breaking steel, slaying demons, breaking armor, removing evil, destroying luck]

[Note: The story of this sword is even more legendary than that of its owner, Zatret Volta. Also, let me tell you a little secret: Zatret Volta is also a child of miracles.]

It turned out to be a strange thing...

Ailin's cat-blue eyes widened in surprise.

Generally speaking, weapons and armor cannot be authenticated, even Elsa's worth 17325 Orens.

The only things that can be identified are magic items, magic materials, potions, and the like.

Ailin had previously estimated that it would require the participation of chaos magic to identify the item, so he subconsciously tried the Balmer.

I didn't expect it could actually be identified.

of course.

In fact, when that feeling of perfect harmony appeared, he had a hunch that he could identify it.

However, because it is too valuable, it has not been appraised, in case someone would be reluctant to return it once it is appraised.

of course.

Now that others are forcing it upon him, he naturally doesn't need to be polite.

After his eyes lingered on "Type: Strange Item" for a few seconds, he looked directly at the function.

Break steel, slay demons, break armor, exorcise evil, destroy luck...

Compared with previous appraisals, this surprisingly brief description of the function made Ailin feel itchy.

I wish I could stop the boat right now, go deep into the wilderness and forest, and find some monsters to try out my sword.

After taking a deep breath and calming down, he turned his gaze to the end.

Zatret Waruta is also a miracle child...

He was stunned, his mind turning over and over again, and countless thoughts flashed through his mind in an instant.

"Clang~" Vesemir sheathed his sword, interrupting the young witcher's thoughts, "Alin, you were right to accept this sword..."

"Why do you say that?" Ailin, who had just come back to his senses, asked subconsciously.

"If you refuse such a valuable gift, not only will your relationship with Radu Kuhn be damaged, but you may even become enemies..." Vesemir gently handed the sword to the young witcher, "especially if there are other people around..."

"For some big shots, face...or honor, is more important than money and life..."

Vesemir looked into Arryn's eyes and earnestly recounted his experience.

"Master Vesemir, don't you think there is something wrong here?" Ailin asked doubtfully.

Vesemir was silent for two seconds, then shook his head:
"I have no idea……"

"But I don't need to know!"

"Why?" Ailin's curiosity was aroused.

“Erin,” Vesemir said earnestly, “We are witchers, and we are witchers of the Wolf School…”

"We adhere to neutrality, do not get involved in politics, and only kill monsters, not people. This is our consistent principle..."

"Even people who don't know much about demon hunters know this."

"So even if you bribe us with valuables, we can only kill some difficult monsters at most. What's the problem?"

Having said that, Weisermil paused, glanced at Mary, and patted the young witcher on the shoulder:

"I know you have always had issues with the school's adherence to the principle of neutrality..."

"But all along..."

"This principle has helped the Wolf School's demon hunters avoid a lot of trouble, just like today. It is also the key to the school's survival to this day..."

"Master Vesemir, I have no objection to adhering to the principle of neutrality..." Ailin quickly defended.

"I know... I know..." Vesemir smiled and sighed after interrupting the young witcher.

He looked outside the cabin.

The mist had dissipated at some point, but the banks of the Pontar River were still dark and gloomy.

look up.

Layers of dark clouds covered the sky...

Oh, it’s going to rain…

Vesemir sighed and said in a desolate tone:

"I know……"

"It's just because the times have changed..."

……

After the somewhat heavy topic was over, the Kuhn family's merchant ship was almost arriving at Bayerli Most.

After packing up quickly and preparing to disembark, Vesemir originally wanted to say goodbye to Radu Kuhn, but he didn't expect that the only person who came was the old servant.

"Mr. Radu said that this time he will disappear. I look forward to you creating a new legend with the gift he gave you."

The attendant said so.

But even though it was "you guys", Ailin could clearly feel that the servant looked at him much longer than others.

It seemed like this was exactly what he was saying.

Ernesto was also absent and seemed to be staying with Radu Kuhn.

"By the way, can I ask your name?"

The wooden steps had been lowered. After Ailin walked down the steps, he suddenly turned around and asked.

The old attendant was stunned for a few seconds, then smiled kindly and said:

"My name is Nawaf Waruta, young sir."

"Just call me Nawaf."

talking.

The wooden steps were taken away by the boatman.

"Voruta?"

Ailin, who was standing on the shore, was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously grasped the Balmer Sword that was already placed in the place of the steel sword.

After a few seconds, he looked up as if waking from a dream.

at this time.

The merchant ship was gradually moving away from the shore.

Nawaf stood by the boat and looked at them gently.

At this time, Radu Kuhn and Ernesto also came out of the cabin.

Radu Kuhn nodded to them.

Ernesto leaned casually on the railing of the gangway, smiling and waving at them.

The sun has risen high, and although the clouds have not yet cleared, the fog has dissipated.

The large ship painted with amber paint, with its back to the warm spring sun, drifts towards the end of the emerald green ribbon.

for a long time.

When only a tiny shadow of the ship remained, Mary suddenly said:
"Don't you think it's a bit strange?"

Vesemir tilted his head and asked curiously:
"What's weird?"

Mary lowered her head and pondered for a few seconds:
"In terms of status, Radu Kuhn should be higher than Ernest..."

"But it was Ernest who was leaning against the railing, while Radu Kuhn was a step behind."

Vesemir and Arryn looked at each other in bewilderment when they heard this, but thinking back carefully it seemed to be true.

"Do you know Ernesto's last name?" Ailin asked suddenly.

Vesemir and Mary were silent.

That's when they discovered it.

From the time we met until we parted, Ernesto never introduced his last name and family.

But if he is really Niubao's master of mysticism...

Knowledge, materials, rituals, props...

It would be impossible for an ordinary person who cannot use magic to achieve such success in mysticism without background and financial support.

and so……

Who is Ernesto?
"No need to delve into this..." Arlin interrupted Vesemir and Mary's speculations.

"Ernesto is a like-minded friend of ours. We only need to know this. His other identities are not important!"

Vesemir was stunned for a second after hearing this, then laughed heartily:

"You're right!"

"Don't worry about who he is, just know that he is our friend!"

Vesemir put on a black wide-brimmed hat, then climbed onto the horse holding Royce:
"Okay, let's go!"

"Get rid of that damn evil curse on Arryn as soon as possible, and return to Kaer Morhen as soon as possible..."

"There are still many things waiting for us to do in the Ancient Sea Fortress!"

(End of this chapter)