The reincarnated devil was blessed by the goddess

Such a small and exquisite box must contain just an ordinary dagger.

What a mistake! If I had known I would be so rich now, I should have raised the price a little more when I quoted the price.

"Open it and take a look. I think it will solve the problem you are facing now." Tidarson stood quietly by and said calmly.

To solve the current dilemma, could this weapon improve her control?

After all, no one had ever told her before that weapons could have additional attributes.

The additional attributes mentioned here are not acquired through the use of arcane means, but special abilities that the weapon itself possesses.

It seems that the weapon in this box is probably very expensive. I hope my wealth can afford the cost of purchasing this weapon.

It would be a shame if there were not enough funds.

Theresa took a deep breath, calmed herself, and slowly opened the lid of the wooden box.

I thought there would be some golden light like the legendary one, but I only saw an ordinary bracelet lying there quietly.

She blinked, wondering if she had seen it wrong.

Grandpa Tidarsen must have prepared a weapon, but this one looks like some kind of accessory with special attributes. I guess he took the wrong one.

Theresa slowly closed the lid and looked up at Tittussen.

"Hey? You little girl! How dare you not give me face? Put it on for me quickly!" Tiedasen's voice sounded like thunder, with a hint of severity and anger.

Theresa was startled by his sudden roar and her body trembled.

Without hesitation, she quickly reached into the box, took out the bracelet and put it on her left wrist.

Wow, I’m being scolded.

Theresa lowered her head in grievance and put the bracelet on her wrist.

It did not bring any unusual changes, nor did it bring the expected heaviness, but only a cool feeling.

In appearance, it is dull and looks like an ordinary stone ornament, without any special features. I am afraid it is not used to escape the summer heat.

"Hmm...it looks stable. There's no sign of an explosion. Try that golden ball."

Titdason stared closely at the bracelet on Theresa's wrist, with a hint of anticipation in his tone.

You just said this thing would explode, right?

Theresa hesitated for a moment, but then slowly extended her right hand.

"It's the left hand. Are you a little silly, kid?"

Tittussen folded his arms across his chest, his eyes never leaving Theresa.

Theresa extended her left hand.

As usual, the golden ball that appeared on the palm of his hand was still so erratic and trembling slightly. It was estimated that it would disappear in the next second.

"Ding!"

There was a crisp sound, and the bracelet on the wrist suddenly began to vibrate violently.

Hey, hey, hey! Is this really okay?

Theresa looked at Tittussen beside her with a pleading look.

Tiedason's attention was completely focused on the bracelet. He stared at the bracelet that was shining with strange light, with determination and confidence in his eyes.

"Trust Grandpa! Concentrate all your strength into the ball of light as much as possible."

Titson's tone was calm and firm, and he seemed to be confident about the situation at hand.

Well, since he said that, he must have his reasons.

Then, Theresa closed her eyes, concentrated her mind, and gathered all her strength into the ball of light in the palm of her hand.

Gradually, the ball of light became brighter and brighter, emitting a brilliant golden light.

The reason why Titson was so sure of it was that the bracelet was made by his own hands.

As a blacksmith, he is confident in every blow of his hammer and every degree of temperature.

This confidence comes from his dedication and persistence in his craft. It is this belief that supports him to keep moving forward on the long and arduous road of craftsmanship.

Theresa tried to inject energy into the golden ball, but found that its shape no longer fluctuated, but gradually became fixed.

She realized that the reason she had been so difficult to control before was, firstly, due to a lack of guidance, and secondly, because the energy she released was too pure and powerful, beyond her ability to control.

And this bracelet somehow managed to silently absorb the arcane arts, helping her maintain a stable level.

The golden ball shone brightly in her palm, solid and indestructible.

It seems... successful?

"Yes," Tidarson explained after observing for a moment, "the bracelet has recorded the appropriate threshold. Once the power you exert exceeds this limit, it will automatically absorb the excess, ensuring that you remain safe and under control."

Theresa was staring at the floating golden ball, but it was swung away by Tidarson's hammer and turned into golden light.

"Stop wasting time and move on to the next step." He hung the small hammer back on his waist.

What is the origin of this hammer that can dispel arcane magic so easily?

"I said I would give you a weapon. This bracelet is your weapon. It has absorbed enough energy and recognized its master. Try to get it off your wrist." Tiedason instructed.

A weapon? It's just a bracelet.

Grandpa Tidarson's expression doesn't look like he's joking.

In fact, as long as she could keep Theresa's arcane skills stable within a certain threshold range, she would be very satisfied.

Because only in this way can you successfully create that cool kunai!

Imagine a kunai shining with golden light, it would be so cool.

Wouldn't it be useless to only think about such simple things?

Since you have agreed to try it, let's give it a try.

If it is true as Grandpa Tidarson said, that this bracelet has absorbed so much arcane magic and completed the ceremony of recognizing the master, then she will definitely be able to feel the powerful arcane power contained within the bracelet and establish a special connection with it.

Theresa slowly closed her eyes.

"Don't close your eyes!"

Grandpa Tidarsen's roar was like thunder, making people's ears buzz. "Who told you that you have to close your eyes every time you do something like this? Open your eyes and see clearly what kind of changes have taken place!"

The originally calm and peaceful atmosphere was broken in an instant.

Theresa pouted a little in grievance, but still obeyed the order and opened her eyes, focusing all her attention on the bracelet on her wrist.

As Theresa's thoughts surged, the bracelet began to tremble slightly, as if an invisible force was stimulating its inner potential.

Then, a faint golden luster gradually appeared on the surface of the bracelet, just like rippling water under the sunlight.

The golden luster became stronger and stronger, and finally the entire bracelet was covered in a dazzling glow.

Golden legend!

When she tried to take the control bracelet off her wrist, she found a tricky problem. The bracelet was obviously smaller than her wrist and could not be taken off smoothly.

Her hands are obviously small.

So since we can control it, maybe we can also control its form?