Mors Mihi Lucrum Sword Novels & Stories

Years of dealing with individuals had polished his capacity to make snap judgements based only on appearances. "We'd like to purchase two swords." His previously sluggish countenance lighted up again at those words, and he was ready for business. "What kind of sword do you want?" I paused for a moment, unable to come up with an answer. I wasn't exactly a swordsman. "A double-edged sword is light with a thin blade, and the handle and sheath must be light as well." "Hmm, more specific than I expected, but I believe we have some that meet the criteria." Reto unlocked the door behind him, which led to what appeared to be a storehouse. The merchant took a long time to return with two swords in a

She sensed Olivia walking up to her side as they both, together with the audience, watched the scene unfold. She witnessed Lucius lifting his hand up in the air and a sword crafted by lightning appeared on his hand. She became amused that he wasn’t bothered with the lightning. Tiny bolts flickered around it. While Axl’s sword was made purely out of the hardest metal – tungsten. It glistened as it caught sight of Lucius’ lightning sword. They slowly walked towards each other and exchanged words Emily couldn’t clearly hear, due to the fact that she was still flabbergasted that Lucius’ immortality has returned because of her.

X voice grew coldly. Isreal began laughing hysterically, as he unsheathed a long sword. “It seems as if you do not understand your place. I have you surrounded, surrender and I will spare your life, as Lord Henderson will decide you fate. He will be the god to judge you.” The sword Israel held was definitely finely crafted. The Sword was hand forged as the Damascus pattern resembled a calm river. The hilt was made of bronze and fitted with gold. No matter what quality his sword was, it will still rubbish before X’s translucent blade.

“When you were fighting those two… the way you moved, the way your sword swung with every strike… it was—well, it was something else. Mesmerizing, really.” Liora blinked at him, caught a bit off guard by the compliment. “I’m good with swords too,” he continued, a little rushed now. “I’ve been practicing since I was young, but, I don’t have one of my own yet. I don’t have the money for it. The little things my brother and I used to do, stealing small things here and there, it only helped us eat and buy the few clothes we have. A real sword? That’s far from reach right now, Your Highness.”

“So are you going to buy this sword?” “N-no… show me another one… without the silver.” - But this one is the best, Radolyub himself spoke for strength. Heard about this, right? This is a very strong sorcerer, not so long ago he was passing through us and all the weapons in which there is silver spoke. He understands that we live not far from the Border, we need protection, he didn’t even take a fee. Yes, and the alloy here is wonderful, Zoran himself forged. And steel swords are completely useless against the undead.

Cassius cleared his throat and then invited the man who was said to know the history of the sword having studied swords and history. “You all may not know me but I can vouch with my life that it is true that the Moon’s Sword can indeed rot a fresh corpse,” the old man whose vision was dim and voice low, started. “Most do not know this but the Moon’s Sword, blessed by the goddess, can rot a fresh corpse.” “I believe you have said the same thing twice already,” my father said. “What we want to hear is how you know this and what proof you have that this is true.”

Then, Weston burst into tears once again and was crying much worse than ever before. Lucas was delighted within himself. 'Isn't that just the Holy Metallic Huge Sword?' "Stop crying. I'll compensate one for you," Lucas slowly said. Naturally, Weston did not believe that Lucas would compensate him with another Holy Metallic Huge Sword and was still crying. 'Holy Metallic Huge Sword?' 'It is just a huge sword made from the Holy Metal.' Lucas activated the Points Mall in his mind and search through the weaponry column. In no time, he found a huge sword that suited Weston.

Exactly as seen earlier in the castle. The sword. “What does that one do?” I asked, pointing to it. “It drinks blood. For anyone it kills, their blood is stored in the blade. You would try to always have a clothing between you and the hilt” That did not sound more beneficial than fairy dust. “So how useful would it be to protect me?” With only a smile, “very” Time to close the deal. “I have one silver coin” playing with the coins against my fingers. “Make it three and we have a deal”

"I'll pay for it for you, as my apology for your broken sword yesterday." I called a waiter to retrieve the sword from the showcase. Unlike the previous attendant, this time a young male waiter with black pants and a white shirt came. He opened the cabinet and handed me the sword. "W-wait, Vans, I don't want it," Livi replied, gesturing to decline. "But didn't you say you wanted it?" Why did she suddenly change her mind? In my opinion, it's a good sword, made of magical mithril material, strong, and can be infused with magical energy.

My fingers are on my chin as I crouched and looked at it. The cover or the sheath was silver with a few pints of gold, I don't understand the engravings etched on it. Because of my curiosity, I held it and released it from its sheath. Unlike other sword, its blade was bluish and silver, the handle was wood in color and the cover was glass. It was not as heavy as it look. I lifted it up and swayed it... Imagining I was a samurai fighting some bad guys. I chuckled.