Dragon’s Legacy

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“Thank you.”

As the egg opened the door in the corner and went out, the poem roamed around and examined the gold coins and jewels.

“This box didn't open the door. ”

The door to the basement is not in the middle of the gold coin and the jewel, but it falls apart in a corner with no gold coin and no jewels at all. But strangely, in a corner with nothing, a rather large jewelry box was pushed out to the side, and it was lying there. When I opened the door, it was very heavy and I thought it was because this jewelry box was blocking it.

“What's this box? ”

I wasn't trying to sneak away the gold coins or jewels, but I was curious, and the poem decided to open a large chest of jewels. The lid of the crate is opened too easily, just in case the crate was locked and there was no security.

“Oh, all the good things are here. ”

With the exception of gold coins piled up in the sky, jewelry and jewelry, which would be priceless, were only two-thirds full of the boxes.

However, because that was it, the poem closed the lid of the box again. If women had seen it, they would have liked it screaming, but it soon lost interest in the ordinary man who prefers electronics and machinery more than this. It wasn't something you could have anyway, so it didn't matter if you were interested.

“Is there anything more surprising? ”

The poem, which was looking for something new, only came and went as far as the side of the gold coin piled up like a mountain.

“Huh? A sword? ”

When I saw a slight protruding handle behind the mountain of gold coins, the poem was curious and took a quick step.

However, unlike the common sword seen in medieval films, the gray handle, which seemed to be made of colorless metal, was too simple and understated. I intuitively felt that the situation was not an ordinary item just by looking at this handle.

You grab the handle and pull out the sword that's buried, making an irregular flow of gold coins squeaking.

“Huh? Broken sword? ”

Of course, I thought there would be a silver sword that would look like it would cut off, but I noticed a cloudy, blunt sword with a slightly dull light. Moreover, the middle part of the examination was broken and could not be used properly.

“I didn't expect that. ”

The disappointed poem looked at the information of the sword, thinking that it might know why the broken sword was broken while trying to put down the broken sword. Usually, I was turning off the info window so that I wouldn't obstruct my view, so I had to turn it on directly to check the information of the object.

[Fragment of Lunas. A sword made by the Black Dragon Lunas. This extremely small amount of Dragon Heart Fragment will never melt in hot lava nor will any craftsman break a Refined Sharp Sword. Fragmented appearance is basic and very small, but the conditions of use are tricky as long as it contains dragon fragments. If Lunas' fragment requires at least 60 years of magical power and a certain amount of magical power is inserted into the broken blade, a complete inspection is made by the magical power. However, if the supply of magical power becomes unstable, care must be taken, as the sword may disappear at a crucial moment.]

“What a sword! ”

The poem mutters, glancing at the elongated sword.

Once the word dragon entered, it was always good. I don't know what the cutting or destructive power of this sword is, but it was made by a dragon, so I'm sure I won't be able to fight back with any of it.

“Why is such a good sword so neglected?

Human accidents were somewhat similar.

The person who first discovered the sword also offered a tribute to the Emperor of the Rhoheim because of the appearance that seemed reasonably reasonable. Even the emperor who received this sword, although it was a broken sword, used it as an ornament in an unusual manner, gradually passed down to several kings and was eventually transferred to a secret warehouse that stored roughly any treasure.

The 60-year magic limit seems simple, but words are 60-year magic, and it's never simple. 60-year magic is literally a collection of 60 years of magic. Ordinary people woke up dead or not even 60 years old. It was an enormous amount of magical power that emperors could not have had.

It was just that it was not hard to gather 60 years of magic power because the son of the chairman who joined the big corporation received the Dragon's Legacy every year and had several elixirs. In fact, this elixir was a rare and rare treasure that could hardly be obtained by the emperor.

Yuck.

The poem, who was looking at the sword, tried to talk to him, knowing that the spawning was coming as soon as he heard the door open. However, the person who looked slightly behind the mountain of gold coins was not an egg but a girl in a servant's clothing in her late teens.

“jjayu oulla koun. ”

I wondered if it was a maid who came to clean this place, but I couldn't interpret her mumbling at all. Come to think of it, I went straight to the Warp Gate without learning the language of the planet Ro Heim.

The poem should not be found out for some reason. After carefully hiding behind the Doubloons, I took a pill for language acquisition from the subspace and immediately learned the language of the Heim Empire.

“Fools. You have no idea I'm robbing a treasure vault in broad daylight. From maids to soldiers, there's no such thing as idiots. I don't know what they're guarding, but I'll give you a drink, so watch what you're drinking. ”

At the moment of language acquisition, the language of the Heim Empire was understood at once.

However, unlike what I thought, it was pretty harsh for a servant girl who was only in her late teens.

“This will all be over in a few more days. I have to live with this for the last time... ”

The girl in the maid's uniform chuckled and swept the gold coins in her little pocket. It seemed to be a magical pouch with an expansion of space, as if it could only fit 10 gold coins into the pouch, against the laws of physics indefinitely.

Earlier, I was embarrassed and forgot. Recalling the words of the spawn, anyone who can enter this secret warehouse is within one finger of the royal family.

Seeing the maid's uniform on that girl, I didn't think she was royalty no matter what.

A servant walks into a treasure vault that even royalty can't get their hands on and puts money in your pocket?

One conclusion then.

He was a thief.

When I saw the thief, one of the essential members of the classical fantasy, the poem arose more curiosity and curiosity than worries. The long blonde, white and cute face on a crisp figure, rather than the sleek man who came to mind when he was a thief, felt so fresh that he seemed to really be a thief.

“Oh! Huge pearl sighting! I'll put it in my treasure chest and carry it with me on the last day. Hehe.”

The girl whistled, and the poem thought mysteriously, so she went to the fallen box and opened the lid naturally with her feet. Then he swept out the gold coins and put a pile of fine jewels into the chest.

Tongue!

“Hmm?"

The girl who closed the box roughly with her feet slightly frowned at the strange feeling.

“There's a different location. ”

The box was deliberately placed on top of the door, but now I see a box just off the door. The moment the girl's face felt stiff, realizing that there is a box in an impossible position without someone intentionally touching it, she turned around and backed away in one swift gesture, such as lightning bolt.

And I pulled out the dagger that I couldn't even figure out when, and looked around carefully. Earlier, I was so cold that I thought there was a joyful face. My body felt as though I was looking at a sharpened blade.

The poem noticed that the thief girl suddenly became alert and looked troubled. I had no choice whether to hide behind the Mountain of Doubloons or go out now and hold them.

When I saw the slow-moving dagger, I began to become tense, unlike before.

As the poem was pondering, the girl quietly moved behind the mountain of cat-like footsteps of gold coins. No, the word "quiet" doesn't make any sense at all. It was like watching a TV that only moved the screen while muted.

The girl with the sharp dagger slowly approached behind the mountain of gold coins with a slightly strange sensation, and momentarily raised Margie to think that the situation would no longer be the same if she thought about it.

Bang!

Since I didn't know any steps like a girl's, I threw my sword away and strengthened my leg muscles with an enormous amount of magi for over 20 years.

The solid stone flooring splits apart with a thumping sound.

It was lightning fast.

Usually when playing fighting games, it was the poetry's fighting method to roll your feet, speed them up, and then strike your face in a single blow to win a victory. However, it was clear that if I hit a girl like that here, instead of the game, I was going to avoid the dagger and hit it as wide as possible to make it incapacitated.

Boom!

The poem tried to be careful not to die by widening the area when it felt that the shoulders touched the girl's waist slightly.

However, the girl quickly retreated, turning back as before, to see if she had been hit by any of the poetry attacks. Then he slammed into the ground and put the dagger in front of him, stabbing the path of the poem at once.

“Suck!”

At this rate, the poem pulled Margie up and braked her legs as if she were going to be daggered. The gloves attached to his hands were immediately breathed into the machete to make it firm, and then the dagger was blocked.

Kick!

The sound of iron and iron splashing together resonates violently.

An air exchange that happened so quickly that the light flashed.

How did you stop the Dagger? However, I stopped too much and the poem felt my legs ache and my body tremble slightly.

It was quite helpful to play a fighting game, but even with a sharp sword, you can't help but feel nervous and afraid to fight someone who seems to have mastered martial arts for the first time.

“Hehe! Son of a bitch.... Who the hell are you? ”

However, the girl who was staring at the poem with an ice-like face suddenly vomited blood out of her mouth on her knees.

I thought she was not hit, but even just by a slight touch to the shoulders of the poem, the girl was greatly struck.

A slight bump to the car running at an enormous speed and how to reverse it doesn't mean the damage disappears. It just takes less damage than it does when it hits.

That was the girl's situation.

Since the poem always wins in this way in the game, I did not know how to control the power. I thought if I hit it as wide as I could, it wouldn't kill me, but wouldn't it kill me if I hit it as wide as I could? It was similar to what I thought.

Tsk, tsk!

The dagger in the girl's hand fell to the ground, and blood continued to flow from her mouth.

The poem tried to go straight to the girl with a bewildered look, but only after kicking the dagger away could I approach with a sigh of relief, paying little attention to the idea that he might be attacked.

“You okay?"

“Son of a bitch. Son of a bitch. I'll rip you to shreds. And I took my heart out of my chest and chewed it all up.... Cough.”

When the poem supported him, the girl poured out all kinds of insults while gazing at the poem with her red eyes and vomited blood again.

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