Witch, Fireball and the Evil God of Steam-Chapter 773 - 127: Precision Elemental Enchanting Craft_3

Blake originally thought it would be difficult to find the enthusiastic knight mentioned by the vagrant among the vast sea of people, but her presence was simply too dazzling—especially at Baron Fulin's banquet. It was said that he met this charismatic knight on the street and cordially invited her to attend the family banquet.

Blake could imagine the baron's little scheme.

To get this foreign knight drunk at the banquet and then take her back to his room — this trick they had often succeeded with, yet this time, Baron Fulin miscalculated.

When Blake rushed over upon hearing the news, the Other Shore had already drunk all the wine and eaten all the buffet food, even Baron Fulin, notorious for his lust, was dumbfounded by this scene. He seriously suspected that the Other Shore might be some kind of demon in human disguise, fearing she might eat the guests attending the banquet on a whim.

Absolutely foolish!

Under the sunset, Blake clenched his fist.

He was naturally referring to those vagabonds from Riverside Town, who were not only oblivious to the danger they faced but also put their savior in peril.

She's already been targeted by the Great Summoner Haitia.

Blake was experiencing an inner conflict, repeatedly wanting to warn the Other Shore to leave Gear City quickly, yet fearing that if the truth was discovered, he'd end up like the couple from last night — found in the alley behind the Security Office, with only half of their bodies remaining after being devoured.

"Miss Other Shore."

He called out to the Other Shore, who was about to leave, his gaze resting on the sword at her waist. It was a standard knight's sword and the only thing about the Other Shore that resembled a knight.

An unknown wandering knight who caught the attention of the Great Summoner who defeated the Demon King; her fate was sealed.

"Is this your sword?"

Blake racked his brain, hoping to discreetly warn the Other Shore about the imminent danger.

"Oh, you mean this? It's the Sword of Oath and Victory, I pulled it out from a stone."

The Other Shore generously unsheathed the sword, yet the sight that met their eyes left both stunned.

"Eh?"

After a long while, the Other Shore finally questioned, "Where's my sword?"

She was holding the sword hilt, but the sharp blade was nowhere to be seen, a sight that was quite embarrassing. Blake's mood instantly sank; he now fully understood that this "knight" might just be the Other Shore's way to intimidate ill-intentioned people while being just like many youths in Gear City, over 30 with no serious job, buying a sword from the blacksmith's shop to claim she was a knight.

"Hold on, let me study it a bit."

The Other Shore placed her packed lunch on the ground, as usual, raising the sword with both hands, and began to infuse energy into the blade.

"Boom—!"

The loud noise beside his ear left Blake in a state of tinnitus, and his vision was blocked by the pillar of light shooting into the sky. As he hesitantly looked up, he saw the beam breaking through the clouds, piercing a hole in the firmament.

Everyone in Gear City paused, mesmerized by the sudden elemental change.

However, the Other Shore quickly sheathed the sword like a child who had caused trouble.

"Oh no, I must have eaten too much."

But on the other hand, she indeed noticed the changes happening with the Sword of Oath and Victory.

The elements attached to the sword became complex, no longer existing solely as fire elements.

Inexplicably, a voice emerged in her mind, whispering the sword's new name.

"Miss, Miss Other Shore, what did you say this sword was called again?"

Chief Blake finally regained his senses.

"Sword of Oath and Victory+99."