“There weren’t high-level monsters but… I met someone.”
“Someone? Who was it?”
Instead of speaking, Angor took out a dagger and a black cane from his waist and placed them in front of Sunders.
Sunders’ irises shrank upon seeing the objects. He picked up the dagger and inspected its fine, undamaged blade, the white bandage around its handle, and the familiar carvings… He froze.
A picture was carved on the sheath of the dagger. A flying sword with a pair of wings, sticking inside a thorny rose.
Sunders unsheathed the dagger and saw a line of small words embedded on the back of the blade: Unbeaten Rose, Eternal Glory.
“The Dagger of Thorned Rose…” Sunders mumbled in a small voice.
The dagger was not an alchemy weapon. It came from his family when Sunders was still a mortal. The picture on the dagger was his family emblem, and the words were his family motto.
As a weapon made by mortals, The Dagger of Thorned Rose was quite sharp. However, ever since he became a wizard, he never had much use for it. Sunders kept it on him as a memento.
With the dagger in his hand, Sunders took out another dagger from his clothes.
When the two weapons were placed together, it could be seen that they had exactly the same look, material and size. Only that one of them was a bit worn out.
“Two identical daggers?” Sunders was astonished.
He put down the dagger and picked up the black cane.
He was carrying an alchemy cane as well. However, his own cane was crafted by a master alchemist from Floating Mech City and was longer and more powerful than the one Angor showed him. The black cane in his hand which had the image of burning flame at one side was only a basic alchemy cane.
The totem of Brute Cavern.
This was a standard magic cane issued by Brute Cavern. Anyone could exchange for this item by spending points. It was one of the most common magic canes. To Sunders, however, this cane that was brought by Angor looked very familiar. Those scratch marks reminded him of something two centuries ago…
Before he became a wizard.
As an apprentice without much background and support, Sunders seized everything using his own hands. He remembered risking his life day and night and struggling with death face to face countless times as he tried to find his destiny.
This magic cane accompanied him for a long time until it was broken when he was fighting someone in an incident.
This was a memorial artifact to Sunders. He already recycled its broken parts and annihilated the remains two hundred years ago. He did not think he could ever see it again.
With great emotion whirling in his mind, Sunders put down the magic cane. He then looked at Angor and asked, “Who was it?”