Facing Arthur's repeated emphasis, Count Bernaken became increasingly helpless.
It seemed to the old count as if he was looking at a lion with a big open mouth.
No!
To be precise, it was a lion with a fox's tail and a wide-open mouth.
Yet still, the old count proactively said—
"There are my twin swords!
They are both fine arcane weapons!
The steel sword can become blazing hot, infused with flames!
The silver sword can cause effective damage to ghosts and intangible bizarre things!"
The old count pointed with a gesture.
That was where his warhorse Carrot had lain.
But now, Carrot had long since vanished.
Clearly, the demon hunter's Carrot had escaped the category of normal creatures.
Arthur looked at the twin swords illuminated by the scarlet blood mist and felt no inner turmoil.
He was not short of sword-like weapons.
Especially just arcane level.
If they were hero level or of a higher grade, he might consider it, but for arcane level, he truly didn't need any.
