Chapter 270: Inheriting the Ebony Sword

After burying his uncle Nathan Garrett in the family cemetery behind the castle, Dane looked at the pitch-black night sky and bowed deeply to his side, where Oaks stood:

"Apologies, Chairman... I will stand in for my uncle..."

"No, he has already paid the price."

Oaks stopped Dane and patted the young man's shoulder, feeling somewhat sentimental:

"In the afternoon, I was even looking forward to the classical aristocratic-style tea party your uncle mentioned before... but I never expected..."

"You can choose to seek revenge against me, or you can choose to atone for your uncle. Either way, I respect your decision."

"I won't choose revenge, Chairman."

Dane took a deep breath and spoke firmly:

"My uncle has told me everything, the crimes he committed... and more."

"Hmm?"

Oaks was genuinely surprised:

"What do you mean?"

"My uncle... he failed to inherit the ancestral Ebony Sword of Sir Percy, and he has never been able to let go of that.

But in fact, even without your appearance, Chairman, my uncle was already a complete villain."

Dane looked at Oaks's widened eyes and sighed wryly, shaking his head:

"On the surface, he was a renowned master of genetics in the academic world, but in secret, he was the super-criminal known as the 'Black Knight'...

This reputation started ten years ago, with a notorious record in England, but it disappeared with the New York Battle and the activities of the Avengers.

Uncle told me that it was because he saw your performance in the New York Battle and put all his energy into studying ancient inheritance."

"What?"

Oaks couldn't believe what he was hearing. This guy was a repeat offender!

"The reason my uncle had a bad relationship with me was due to his extreme nationalism displayed in private.

He believed that the Anglo-Saxon people, who were enemies of King Arthur, were desecrating the land of our ancestors, which now spreads across Britain..."

Dane spread his hands in helplessness:

"A rather frustrating belief, isn't it? But my uncle was stubborn.

So his purpose in doing all these things was to acquire extraordinary power and 'purify' Britain...

It was only moments ago that he realized his mistakes and entrusted the task of redemption to me."

"..."

Oaks covered his forehead. Was there more to this story?!

This Garrett guy, "purifying" Britain?

Fortunately, I didn't save him for Dane's sake!

"Even the British themselves don't care about this anymore... After thousands of years of changes and events, the legend of King Arthur has been altered countless times by various dynasties for their own rule."

Oaks shrugged with a wry smile:

"So, should I, as a descendant of the Druids, go and flatten the Vatican to restore the rightful name of King Arthur?"

"Well... the conflict between my uncle and me was quite significant, but that's just one aspect of it."

Dane sighed:

"So, next, we have to see what troublesome things he left behind."

He scratched his head with frustration:

"My uncle said that the sword is quite eerie. I wonder if I can pass its test."

"Give it a try."

Oaks patted his shoulder:

"At least while I'm here, you should be much safer. And even if you, like your uncle, fail to gain recognition, at least this thing won't endanger your life."

"That's true."

Dane nodded and accompanied Oaks back to the castle.

At least, with Mr. Chairman here, I should be safe.

After rummaging through a pile of boxes, Dane found an ancient wooden box with a long, rectangular shape.

The box was intricately carved with exquisite reliefs, and in the center was the emblem of a red flying bird.

"This thing... just looking at it feels strange..."

Dane took a deep breath, took out the key left by his uncle, and opened the lock. But just as he was about to open the box, he hesitated.

"I... I don't think I'm ready yet..."

Dane took two steps back, rubbing his hands nervously with a strange and anxious expression:

"A few hours ago, I was preparing to become a civil servant, managing affairs of a continent within the organization. But now, I have to deal with magic?"

He looked to Oaks for help:

"Chairman, isn't this too sudden?"

"We've come this far, so why worry about whether it's sudden or not?"

Oaks rubbed his chin and gave Dane a slap...

A mark in the shape of a hand appeared on Dane's head and instantly made him feel an all-around improvement in physical and mental capabilities!

"Is this good enough? Think about it, you've been trained in swordsmanship since you were young. Doesn't this day's arrival feel normal to you?

Don't worry, your position as a branch leader won't change."

Oaks encouraged Dane with a grin.

"Hurry up, open it and take a look. You should know that this is a magical weapon crafted by the great sorcerer Merlin... Well, at least it's enchanted by him. There's nothing as good as this inside Avalon!"

"..."

Dane licked his lips, but Oaks' magic blessing had boosted his confidence significantly.

So he gritted his teeth, took two steps forward, and slowly opened the wooden box—

"Mors mihi lucrum." [Death is my reward.]

A faint voice emerged from the box, causing Dane's face to change, and he took several steps back.

"This..."

He stared fixedly at the ancient inscription on the back of the box lid, and it took some effort for him to shift his gaze away.

Inside the wooden box was a black velvet cushion, upon which rested a black knight's two-handed sword tightly wrapped in rune-inscribed cloth strips.

"Is this... a magical seal?"

Oaks narrowed his eyes. He could discern the purpose of these rune-inscribed cloth strips. Although the magic on them was weak, it still had an effect.

And the voice just now, it seemed like some kind of consciousness dwelling within the Ebony Sword...

"..."

Dane swallowed hard. The sword looked exquisite, and intricate patterns seemed to emerge from the sections of the blade revealed by the cloth strips.

His breathing became heavier, and he slowly reached out his hand to touch the part of the blade not covered by the cloth strips—

As his fingers approached, the intricate patterns on the blade suddenly surged toward his hand like flowing water!

Oaks' gaze sharpened, while Dane seemed to be drawn toward something. He firmly pressed his right hand on the Ebony Sword!

"Buzz—"

A strange humming sound erupted as the rune-inscribed cloth strips on the Ebony Sword exploded, and the intricate patterns on the blade flowed like water, enveloping Dane's entire body in the blink of an eye!

"This... such a powerful enchantment!"

Oaks frowned. Dane's vital signs were stable, confirming that this thing wasn't some evil weapon that absorbed life force. However, the immense magical power emanating from the Ebony Sword still startled him.

This thing truly lived up to being created by the supreme sorcerer Merlin. With the boost from this sword, Dane, as an ordinary person, should possess the ability to fight like Steve!

With the seal dispelled, Oaks could clearly sense the presence of a soul on the Ebony Sword.

This should be the origin of the voice that resided within the Ebony Sword just now.

"Uh..."

Wrapped in the black patterns, Dane seemed to be in some mysterious "inheritance ritual," emitting unconscious groans.

Moments later, a burst of light erupted from the Ebony Sword—

Oaks suddenly realized that the longsword had disappeared from the wooden box and reappeared in Dane's hand, with his hand gripping the hilt!

Simultaneously, the black patterns covering Dane's body abruptly vanished, and he slowly opened his eyes.

"It can be summoned automatically... just like Mjolnir?"

Oaks chuckled. He was about to step forward to offer congratulations when he saw Dane let out a low roar and kneel on the ground in pain!

"Ah!!"

It was as if one of his hands couldn't let go, still tightly grasping the hilt, while the other hand painfully pulled his hair. His eyes even turned bloodshot, and his breathing became erratic!

"Kill... more..."

A low and agonizing roar escaped from Dane's mouth, but the voice seemed to have changed.

Oaks' expression turned serious, and he directly cast his magic on Dane.

With Oaks' magical assistance, the blood-red color in Dane's eyes faded slightly, and he struggled to regain his original voice:

"Chairman... this sword... it's tempting me... to kill... ah...!!"

Green light emanated from Oaks' hand as he summoned the vast Nature energy, turning them into a soothing magic in an attempt to dispel the abnormal state of Dane.

However, this powerful dispelling effect could only keep Dane conscious for a few seconds before he would be consumed by the bloodthirsty sensation again!

"This is a curse... a powerful curse from the Ebony Sword. We must deal with the sword itself—"

"Dispel!"

Oaks attempted to cast a dispelling spell on the Ebony Sword, but he was astonished to find that the sword had a strong resistance to magic!

The dispelling spell didn't work!

With a cold snort, Oaks simultaneously maintained the soothing spell on Dane and opened a portal to Avalon.

Countless vines extended from the portal, binding Dane tightly and dragging him inside!

Oaks turned around, entered the portal, and gathered all the available nature energy—

"Dispel!"

He unleashed a dispelling spell even more powerful than when he dispelled the Sacred Oak Tree, finally overcoming the curse on the Ebony Sword!

"Thank you... Druid..."

The fragment of the soul residing in the sword dissipated into the air, causing Oaks to squint his eyes.

"Huff, huff, huff..."

Dane leaned on the Ebony Sword, kneeling on the lawn before the Sacred Oak Tree while breathing heavily. It took him a while to regain his senses.

"Ancestors..."

With the curse dispelled, he had fully mastered this ancestral magic weapon.

"The curse just now... was it from Sir Percy?"

Oaks' voice came through, and only then did Dane notice that the environment he was in had completely changed.

"It was the contaminated soul of my ancestors..."

Dane slowly opened his mouth. He remembered that he was in the castle:

"This...is?!"

"This is the dream of your uncle, the ideal utopia, Avalon."

Oaks patted his shoulder.

"And the future headquarters of the Benevolent Society!"

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