Chapter 158: Chapter 115 Avalon (Seeking recomndation and monthly votes)_2
“As for the Four-Sided Stone, it may refer to placing this sword upon it, or inserting it into it.”
“A sword on a stone?”
Suddenly, a legend from a previous life that Bailuo had heard of flashed through his mind: ‘Isn’t this the Sword in the Stone? And that Silver Cup, could it be referring to the Holy Grail?’
The Holy Grail, according to legend, is a sacred vessel used for baptism, symbolizing divine authority.
The Sword in the Stone, naturally, represents royal power.
“The night of descent, Christmas, Christmas Eve?”
Obviously, it could not be Christmas Eve; this world did not have what is known as Christmas, and the Black Leather Book would not assign an impossible task.
With seven days of ti, if it were indeed related to a specific ti, then that day must fall within those seven days.
Uncle and senior sister discussed the special days within these seven days in great detail.
They really didn’t discover anything special; the only unique things were uncle’s birthday and death anniversary.
Co to think of it, Bailuo should probably inform his father-in-law about his engagent to senior sister Isefia.
Although uncle had passed away many years ago, the opportunity this ti was extrely coincidental.
“Let’s choose between these two days.”
Bailuo planned to forge the Silver Cup and the Golden Sword and to reassure uncle’s spirit in heaven: “Our Yatun will never be humiliated by anyone again.”
After that, Bailuo announced his engagent to his senior sister to everyone.
This sudden good news completely made the People of Yatun boil over with joy, and their jubilation also diluted his senior sister’s sorrow.
As for Inya…
Inya: Dad? Isn’t dad right here?
“Congratulations, Feiya.”
Alaya had anticipated this day; the days of the People of Yatun were getting better, and there were more and more happy events.
Past sadness, pain, and poverty had been overco one by one under Bailuo’s leadership; they had long since transford.
“Thank you.”
“Congratulations, senior sister.”
Gonnia offered her felicitations to senior sister. Bailuo and she were the most well-matched pair; if one were to choose a Queen in Yatun, senior sister was second to none.
Only she could convince everyone, rightfully and legitimately.
“Did Sister Feiya really snag Brother Bailuo?”
“What do you an snag? Clearly, Brother Bailuo carried Sister Feiya ho!”
“Are you looking down on girls?”
The indignation grew cold; when would us girls finally stand up?
“It’s you who looks down on boys!”
Super indignation; when would us boys finally stand up.
“…”
Regarding who snagged whom, the little ones divided into two factions.
One of boys, one of girls.
They faced off against each other, each sticking to their own viewpoint.
Yatun championed gender equality and did not have a custom that confined won to being re housewives; after all, the won of Yatun were certainly no less capable than the n.
In the end, the girls won.
Why?
They outnumbered the boys!
“What is a wedding?”
Bai Yino looked at Inya, puzzled. She could feel Bailuo’s joy, but Bai Yino didn’t quite understand what a wedding ant.
“A wedding, well…”
Inya thought for a mont and said, “It’s like the day I beca a Grand General.”
Bai Yino: “…”
Seeing that the girl didn’t understand, Inya tried a different explanation: “Imagine today you could eat a thousand stead buns and a thousand baozi.”
“Oh oh oh!”
Bai Yino had an epiphany; that would indeed make one very happy: ‘A wedding is about eating stead buns and baozi, eating your fill.’
“I like weddings.”
“Huh?”
Inya: “What’s the point of getting married? Becoming a general should be our ultimate goal, Xiao Bai, you’d better work hard and beco a general just like soday.”
In a word, if Inya had to choose between being Queen and a general, she would not hesitate to opt for the latter.
Inya: Trading Queen for general, what a huge win that would be!
“Ding! Ding!”
A wedding is a big deal, but finding a miracle is even more important.
Uncle told Bailuo to first find the miracle; he would take care of the wedding plans.
“Ding!”
In the stifling heat of the blacksmith’s shop, Bailuo, bare-chested, was drenched in sweat.
The crafting of gold and silver items was different from ordinary forging; it required more precision, a tiny mistake could lead to failure.
In addition, the art of forging was extrely important in this world.
So from a young age, uncle passed on all his skills to him.
How to craft gold and silver jewelry, how to forge weapons, these were all fundantal.
Of course, Bailuo had not learned about crystal and glass craft.
“Ding ding ding.”
Bailuo ticulously sculpted the Silver Cup. It took a whole day’s effort; starting from the evening he found the gold and silver to now, he finally finished this piece of work.
“Huff~~~”
Wiping the sweat from his brow, Bailuo scrutinized the exquisitely crafted Silver Cup in his hands: “It’s finished.”
Ti had clearly arrived at twilight.
The blood of the lamb was already sared on the blacksmith’s door; Bailuo had Sherri ti it to match the mont the sun set, holding the Silver Cup with his left hand raised as he crossed the threshold and stepped outside.
[You have found it and completed part of it; now, it belongs to you. Go on, take the other half and return to your throne]
“Continue!”
Thus, Bailuo labored without rest, pouring all his focus into forging the Golden Sword over the next two days.
Such intense work was exhausting even for Bailuo.
But ti was pressing; without using Lilith’s magic, he had to forge a Golden Sword.
Had it been uncle, perhaps it would have taken only half a day, but Bailuo lacked experience and had to concentrate fully.
“It’s done!”
Bailuo looked at the Golden Sword he had forged; it could hardly be called a weapon, for it was an artifact with only ornantal value and no practical combat ability.
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