Chess Mage of Faerûn

Chapter 203 Akalena
“But back then, Brian, that shorty’s forging skills were truly remarkable, and your teacher, despite his prowess in magic, was also quite skilled in transformations.” Garas’s gaze wandered slightly.
"So the two of them worked together to extract precious metals from the wreckage of those damaged weapons, and by relying on these residual metals, they managed to forge several weapons and armor, and this longsword was one of them."

Zhang Yuan, holding the longsword in his hands, grew increasingly fond of it. Upon hearing that it wasn't just a single sword, but a batch of divine weapons of such caliber, his eyes immediately lit up.

"Grandpa, have you kept all this equipment as a personal treasure?"

"Bullshit, we all got a copy of these back then. The one you have is the longsword that guy Chavia got. It was his personal sword back then, and he treasured it so much that he said he would pass it down as a family heirloom of the Bethzerima family. It's a pity that he couldn't do that in the end. He didn't even have his own family, and he didn't have time to experience the beauty of life."

At first, he was all bluster and glaring, but as he spoke, the old man's gaze became increasingly distant, almost to nothingness.

"Then, you'll give me this sword?"

The sword is fine, but it's a bit too hot to handle.

"It's just a collectible for me. You're, after all, that guy Tyrantir's disciple, and you're even a swordsman. It's not a complete waste."

Garas, however, was quite easygoing, waving his hand and saying, "Use your magic to read the markings on the sword yourself, just don't disgrace her."

The longsword itself needed no appraisal; it was directly imbued with the zero-ring magic of reading, and a set of messages entered its mind:
Akalena - Great Knight's Sword: Highly enchanted weapon, adamant weapon, sharp edge, attacks deal additional lightning damage;

Protect from evil once a day, Blessing spell once a day;
Only for non-evil factions;
"By gathering and refining the essence of mineral veins from the Underdark, the dwarf Brann forged a batch of master-level weapons for his companions. The enchanting techniques of Tyranitar ensured that their collaborative work was flawless. After acquiring this sword, their knight companions named it after their lovers. This longsword accompanied Knight Chavia all the way. Although it was not a weapon exclusively for paladins, it was not to be desecrated by the scoundrels."

He casually ran his hand along the spine of the sword, feeling the subtle sensation of his fingertips tracing the overlapping patterns, and the slight tingling from the unactivated lightning. After performing a couple of sword flourishes, he unceremoniously replaced the other ordinary enchanted longsword on his back with this sword.

With Akalena in his main weapon and Tibu Blaze in his off-hand, Zhang the Great Swordsman pondered whether he should also improve his Sword Saint cultivation, which had recently stagnated.

"Alright, kid, I've taken care of everything. I need to get going. Farewell." The old man leaned on his cane, rose, and headed towards the door, but suddenly stopped.
"By the way, you're planning to give that token to your little lovers, right?"

"Yes, indeed!" (Sound of pride)
"Do you have any communication crystals or similar location tracking devices? Give them to me along with the wooden tag after the connection is established."

Seeing the young mage's somewhat puzzled look, Garas explained, "I'll just teleport this token over for you. If you don't need it, that's fine."

"I want it!"

Zhang Yuan readily agreed, thanked them, and used the communication crystal to contact his siren lover. After explaining the situation to Sir, he handed the crystal and the oak emblem to Galas.

The old man didn't rush to take the two items. Instead, he calmly took a seed out of his pocket and threw it straight to the ground.

The seed seemed to take root and grow rapidly in the wind, quickly sprouting several leaves and a large flower bud, which was almost waist-high.

Under Zhang Yuan's curious gaze, the flower bud, almost the size of a human head, bloomed and, once in full bloom, resembled a water lily, appearing to be about the size of a washbasin.

At this moment, Galas took out the communication crystal and held it in his hand, but only held it for a moment before throwing it back to Zhang Yuan.

The mage roughly guessed the other party's intentions and didn't say anything more. After putting the crystal in his hand, he continued to observe. The old man loosened his grip on the oak emblem, and the wooden plaque fell straight to the center of the flower. With a snap of his fingers, all the petals closed up, transforming back into the bud shape.

Without even making a gesture, the flower bud, which had been pointed at from a distance by Galas, flashed with green light and, as if the previous growth scene had been replayed, burrowed back into the ground.

When the green light fades and all is calm, everything returns to normal.

But at that moment, a loud shouting voice came from the crystal in Zhang Yuan's hand:

"Hey, hey, hey, the ground, the ground is glowing green, it's green, it's green."

"Grass, grass, grass has grown."

The voice was quite pleasant to listen to, but unfortunately, the loud and silly tone made Zhang Yuan on the other end of the line look like he had several black lines on his face.

"Don't mess with the communication crystal, our master is still waiting for our message." A melodious and clear voice came from behind, it was Syl.

After scolding her two younger sisters, the siren looked at the enormous flower that had suddenly bloomed before her, picked up the oak emblem with one hand, and held the crystal in the other. Her tone softened as she spoke:

“Boss, we’ve received the items, but wouldn’t it be more useful for you to keep this wooden plaque with you than to give it to us? With Teacher Jady here, our little village isn’t in any danger.”

After reassuring his siren a few times, inquiring about her recent situation, and casually explaining the function of the oak insignia to Syl, the mage hung up the call with a smile on his face.

In the blink of an eye, more than a month has passed since he left his hometown, and Syl has already officially embarked on the path of the Druid profession. Although he has only just begun, it is still a rare and commendable achievement, showing his extraordinary talent.

As for her two younger sisters, Ariana and Caitlin, they were slightly inferior, falling just short of the mark.

However, this is already quite good, after all, the talent possessed by someone with a certain system is something that not everyone can compare to.

Having settled one matter, Zhang Yuan once again sincerely thanked Galas.

"Alright, we might meet again someday."

The old man waved his hand impatiently, flicked his sleeves, and strode out the door. In the blink of an eye, when Zhang Yuan and the others came out to look, there was no trace of him.

When they arrived at the lobby, they found their teammates already gathered together, eating, drinking, chatting, and joking.

The Canaan team members were a little curious when they saw their captain and two teammates return. What were three grown men talking about with an old man for so long?
Nancy, who had been itching to speak for a while, was the first to jump out.

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