Chapter 138: Chapter 58: The Schemes of the Gods! The night deepens.
In the lord’s mansion, Duncan sat at the head seat, with the Crow Queen - Triss and Anya sitting across from each other on either side. Until they reclaimed London and other places, Southampton would be his governor’s residence.
He really didn’t like living in a castle fortress.
The candlelight flickered.
Anya on the left listened with great interest. When she heard Duncan describe picking up the head of the sea monster leviathan and smashing it against the reef, she felt as if she were there, a charming flush appearing on her beautiful face. Anya indeed flushed easily, especially when particularly excited. At this moment, hearing Duncan recount his experiences in the Nordic regions, she couldn’t help but feel her heart racing, her long legs crossed lightly rubbing against each other.
Crow Queen - Triss was as quiet as a sculpture of a beauty from Ancient Greece. She wasn’t surprised at Duncan’s ability to slay a sea monster; in her view, Duncan’s power was already very close to the heroes of ancient Greek legends.
However, upon hearing of the leviathan and Mother of Monsters, Crow Queen - Triss finally showed concern, a hint of fear crossing her face as she said, "Too risky!"
"That Mother of Monsters is clearly a deity of Primitive Witchcraft from the Dark Ages."
"After the Nordic Pantheon unified Germania and Scandinavia, many of the primitive religion deities disappeared, or were even merged into them."
The Nordic gods fought their way here as well, having often exterminated and absorbed other divine beliefs in the past.
Duncan’s point was not on this; he took out a package emitting a strong stench of blood, throwing it on the ground, "This is what remains of the banshee."
Crow Queen - Triss opened it, revealing the cervical vertebrae connected with the spine and a segment of the tail.
Anya couldn’t help but gasp, covering her mouth with her hand nearly screaming, as she had never seen something so terrifying before; after all, she was a pampered Roman noblewoman in the past.
Crow Queen - Triss, however, remained calm, casting a glance at Anya, who immediately silenced herself, palms emanating with the Wind of Magic, chanting quietly, "This creature specializes in enchanting the heart, and its remnants possess certain power."
"If made into a curiosity, it would have significant uses."
After saying this, Crow Queen - Triss got up, picked up the banshee’s cervical vertebrae as if in thought, and said slowly, "From here to the spine, it can be made into a sword."
"But it can’t be too long, only a one-handed sword."
"From here to here, it can be made into a whip, which can enhance the user’s enchantment ability. If combined with supernatural power, it could cause an enemy to submit to the user’s will when lashed."
A Banshee Spine Sword and a Banshee Spine Whip.
These were already the maximum utilization ways.
Upon hearing this, Anya’s eyes brightened, her eager gaze falling on Duncan. Her eyes lingered on the banshee’s tail, clearly desiring the Banshee Spine Whip.
Her combat ability was weak, but the spine whip could enhance her enchantment spells.
Duncan patted her hand back, meaning that even without her asking, he intended to give it to her because Anya had made great contributions and needed to be rewarded.
"Time is probably running too short."
Crow Queen - Triss said solemnly, "Unless the legendary dwarfs can be found, the forging would take a long time otherwise."
"Avalon can’t help much either."
With mentions of the mist-covered Avalon, Severus went to Avalon’s sacrificial stone, preparing to urge them, asking the Guardian Fairies, when would the Sword of Oath and Victory finally be ready?
When will it forge successfully?
On his end, there was an urgency, indeed very urgent, since Duncan risked his life as if it were nothing, frequently dancing on the knife’s edge.
From now on, he’d ask every day.
"No worries." Duncan shook his head and said.
The Banshee Spine Sword probably works well against monsters, but not clear about humans, but it’s quite intimidating.
Speaking of this, he slowly stood up and said, "This is not important."
"Actually, there’s one more thing."
"Help me take a look!"
Duncan slowly opened his palm, it was empty, yet in Anya’s astonished gaze, the Cup of Blood appeared out of thin air, like a treasure from mythic tales. She witnessed, for the first time, a curiosity manifest from nowhere.
Crow Queen - Triss stood up excitedly, murmuring, "Cup of Blood?!"
Do you recognize it?
Crow Queen - Triss hadn’t expected Duncan to obtain such a legendary object. After pondering for a while, she slowly said, "This is the Cup of the Devil."
"It’s said to be a treasure granted by Satan."
"But legends aren’t reliable; it’s more like a treasure that was born with mythology. What it was like in the past is unknown, but as the church emerged with the Holy Relic - Holy Grail, some legendary objects from the Dark Ages also transformed into such Cups of Blood."
Understood.
After the church had the Holy Grail, the dark legends introduced the Cup of Blood.
Mostly considered by the church to be held by devils, some of these devils were, in fact, original deities of primitive religions.
As heretical names, they judged everything.
Crow Queen - Triss glanced at Duncan, then cast a curious look at Anya, speaking softly, "The existence of the Nordic Pantheon has always sought the Holy Grail, as it’s currently the only legendary object left by a divine spirit walking the world, not too long ago."
Holy Grail?
What do they want it for?
Crow Queen - Triss seemed to pick up on Duncan’s confusion, slowly shaking her head, "I don’t know either."
"But it should be related to the Heroic Spirit Hall."