Gus said he would show his weapon and take us outside the temple.
There was a little warehouse by the temple.
This is where Marie put her farm tools in order to take care of her vegetable garden.
……
I lean my head. [M]
Of course, I've been in a warehouse before, but there couldn't have been a weapon there.
No, but I don't know where Brad stockpiled his weapons in the first place.
"Here."
That's all I thought about, when Gus snapped a word or two, The Word, a hidden door appeared on the edge of a dim barn, on the part where I thought it was the floor.
Everyone opens their eyes.
... the magic of Confusion.
"There was a place like this……………."
"I can't tell you where to find your kids."
Because even you were impotent about Marie, Gus says.
"Surprise... you couldn't spot Lord Will."
"Yeah. I've never known you before."
"Well, then. Without the feeling of doubt, the Word of Confusion cannot be discerned.
When he comes to the warehouse, don't worry.
Think about your errands. I don't think there's a Word on the floor. "
Gus laughed and laughed at Lu and said, "Put the Word of Confusion where you can see it."
Thanks, I think it's a lot closer to gas with simple force, but with the skill with which the Word is used in this hand, I still don't feel like enemies.
Different experiences, different personalities, I guess.
"You're too honest."
You read what you were thinking, Gus laughed.
I smiled bitterly and flashed my shoulders.
"Well, it looks like this temple also brewed liquor.
Brad and Marie replaced the upper part of the barn, but they were originally breweries. "
Even so, the gas opens the door in mindfulness.
"There's an underground."
As I went down the stairs paved with flat stones to be led by the lit magical light of gas, there was a wide space there.
On the left and right, there is a shelf that would once have been lined with barrels of liquor -
"…… Awesome."
"Wow!"
Menel and Lu spilled praise in their mouths, and Mr. Leistov and Mr. Gerreis also looked out.
What was there was a lot of weapons and armor.
I can see that they are all as good as any.
"Any of them, you can take whatever you want.
… the owners will forgive us. "
When Gus smiled and said so, everyone gently graced the weapon.
Even Mr Leistov and Mr Gerreis have brilliant eyes.
... A man is, after all, how old he is, and he loves weapons, steel, leather, that sort of thing.
And if you're managing something like this,
"Gus, could this be Brad's ……?
"Uh-huh. He's got it under control, not the arsenal.
To the Lord is the arming of the warriors who once challenged the King of the Upper Kings with the eagles and others.
Or some good quality weapons left in town, unknown owners, etc.
Either way, Brad brought in the dust and left it to rust, so it was maintained regularly. "
I see. When I was working out since I was a little girl, the different types of weapons that Brad brought out of somewhere probably came from.
If you think so and look at it, some weapons are kind of familiar.
... that, but.
"When I met Stagnate at the foot of the temple, he had a rusty weapon or something."
"Oh. That's a lot of stuff I picked up from town for a side burial.
Even if the path to the wheel is to change, the warrior needs the least amount of weapons.
I don't think there was much evidence of that, you see, with protective equipment on. "
Gus says that the wrapper of the misril worn by the mistletoe should be buried in the grave together with him.
"Ah, then this..."
"Fine, take it. Don't worry about it now. Think of it as a nuisance charge for his body."
"Come on, already!
But I can't let go now, so I'll take this clasp. Sorry, I prayed for the direction of the cemetery at the foot of the hill.
"Well, if it's for Brad's son, he'll forgive me."
"... what was he like?
"His name is Terperion. The Terperion of Silver Strings."
The name of the elegant impression is elf.
"Erin was born in the woods."
"When a shining silver string plays a bow, no undefeated enemies"
I heard a chill wind whine.... Menel.
Seeing a glittering silver string, he narrowed his eyes.
"............... hometown"
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"Ooh... of Erin's Great Forest"
"Unique."
Gus glanced at Menel, who answered blurtly, to see something he missed somewhere.
"Its silver hair. What's the connection between Terperion and blood?
"It's a long way to go, but my uncle Laurel (Isil) branches……………………………………………"
"Do you mean blood clan (lineage), as I say in people's society?
"That's it. Well, you know me well."
In the society of elves, the family (clan) that shares the same myth is the "trunk", and the blood (lineage) that can be traced to the pattern is the "branch".
And I also taught Gus that each of them bears a name named after the Flower Bird Festival Moon.
"Terperion used to translate the same thing you did."
"Heh."
"What was that Mr. Terperion like?
I said as I peered into Menel's weapons. [M]
It was leather gloves and a silver stringed bow. And some unusual shaped pieces of Mithril - huh?
As I watched it, Gus thought a little,
"…… a rather conservative, priceless, elf-like elf.
Brad and I used to rub it when we just met. "
"Uh..."
Brad is a common sense guy for that one, but some of the fights are so fast...
If you encounter a typical elf you listen to, you can rub it first.
"Terperion was the direct line of the chief muscle of the Laurel Branch, the high blood muscle.
That would make sense. "
Menel shrugged her shoulder, not if she was going out with him.
"Why would someone like that go outside?
"Uh..."
"Why don't you tell him.
If you're going to inherit a famous weapon, you're going to pass on its history, but you're more of a warrior than ever. "
Gus laughed and said. Talk about the history of the weaponry - that's what Brad once said when he succeeded to Eat Up (Overeater).
Menel gave the words a face that seemed a little complicated, then began to speak in a clear voice.
"The Terperion of Silver Strings. Excellent bow, familiarity with the Spirit, like the wind running through the field.
And the sound of the whistle was graceful, and it bequeathed many inheritances, and was excellent among the wise elves. "
Hard and Menel recites. It's not even a bi, but it's something I'm used to.
By the voice, the others are gathering.
The level of money I can take - or it seems like I've been doing a lot of things, and maybe at times I've been making money from songs.
"The Terperion had a friend.
The long-lived elves don't make many children, but they happen to be raised together as dairy brothers under a child born at the same time.
The milk brothers were not as good as Terperion, but instead they had enthusiasm and dreams "
Dreams of going to the outside world someday.
"The dairy brothers tell their dreams, but Terperion didn't understand them.
All that purifies is in the woods, why should they want to go out in the shadows?
Terperion and his brother-in-law were close, but they always argued about it. "
Menel keeps talking.
"But the milk brothers are dead.
When hunting out a warcraft that broke into the woods, he took refuge in a Terperion that was attacked by a second head who had laid down one head but no one knew its existence.
I dreamed so much, even though it was near the day I left the woods. "
There's nothing left to say, sudden death.
Menel speaks with a slight loss of voice tone.
"- Terperion held the carcass and cried out, three times, long and sad.
The cry drew its tail, and the trees spirited in the woods, and the spirits weeped at the sound of their mourning. "
In a warehouse illuminated by magical lights.
The old story surrounded by the weapons from which it came was kind of full of strange atmosphere.
"And Terperion, when he mourned his friends and mourned the seven moons, decided to embark on a journey.
Shake off the opposite of the chiefs, put on your friend's clasp, and hold the bow of the silver string. "
I don't know what's good about the outside world.
"To find what my friend dreamed of."
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That's it, Menel glanced at Gus.
"That's all I know. All you have to do is mix it up with the Upper King crusade and die.
- Elders still mourn Terperion's death in the Erin Forest, and I'm tired of hearing it. "
"Hmmm......"
"Just fine, I was going to ask you, Master Gus Sage."
"It doesn't matter if it's gas."
"Good day, Grandpa Gus."
Menel looks at the gas with straight jade eyes and asks.
"- Did you find what Terperion was looking for?
On that question, Gus laughed.
I think back to something I miss, with a smile that sees far away.
"Um, even if I found it. Terperion found something wonderful!
"I see."
Menel didn't change his expression much, but his mouth was just a little loose.
"I see. That's more than that."
More than that, Menel didn't hear anything.
Terperion's answer, and about him.
Instead he lay his eyes down and prayed silently, putting on his gloves and taking a string of silver glowing misrils in his hand.
"Are you kidding me? … that's it, let's do it with Meneldor. Can you handle it?
Mithril strings go well with the Spirit, but a concurrent user tells you your fingers will fall off. "
"It's not a problem."
When he did, he replaced the string with his own bow and made him pull the bow several times.
A bow squeezed like a full moon. The strings play a beautiful tone.
Gus seemed nostalgic, listening to the prelude to the battle played by the bow.
"You see."
"... you're not going to shoot me?
"Silly, you, empty shooting hurts your bow. You don't know."
"Oh yeah!?
I don't handle bows, so I didn't know.
Oh, but right. It sure doesn't look good because all the energy used to release the arrows goes to the bow.
"You and I really know everything - but sometimes it's missing..."
"It's the fruit of education."
"Don't hold me accountable."
Speaking to each other that way, everyone laughed, including the Lu's who were listening.
"... and you guys. I can't use my time as gracefully as an elf.
I'm not looking at people, so look for weapons that might work for you. "
When Menel urges it to do so,
"I've made up my mind. I don't want it."
Mr. Leistoff replied softly.