Chapter 48: Demon Sword Muramasa

After the door opened, Garling continued to carry Carl inside.

Carl suddenly asked, "Uncle Garling, has Grandpa never come here since he became a fruit-user? Or does he always bring you to open the door for him?"

Garling was stunned for a moment, and then he quickly reacted. He smiled and said, "Have you thought about the day when you will become the head of the family? You're thinking far ahead. I'm not dead yet!"

"Well, that's not what I meant. Besides, it doesn't mean that you have to die. Maybe you will retire early if you get tired of it?"

"Hehe, do you think the position of head of the family is the same as those positions in the Marines? Retirement? Have you ever heard of a retired head of the family?"

"Well, that's true. It's better for me not to be the head of the family. I don't want Uncle Garling to die."

The last sentence was definitely Carl's. The two of them bantered for a while, and Garling gradually let his guard down. He said more, "You still have some conscience. Don't worry, the position of head of the family will be yours sooner or later. As for the problem you just mentioned, it's not impossible to solve it. It depends on whether you're qualified to accept this gift from me."

If Garling hadn't mentioned it, Carl might have almost forgotten about the gift. As the distance from the seastone gate grew further, Carl gradually regained some mobility. He broke away from Garling, moved his body slightly, and began to look around the secret room.

As a wealthy family among the Celestial Dragons, the Figarland family naturally had countless treasures in the secret room. Things like gold and jewelry were scattered everywhere like cabbages. To describe it as a mountain of gold would be conservative.

From the way things were displayed, it was clear that the Figarland family didn't consider these treasures to be of much importance. The truly precious items were the famous swords hanging on the walls. But not all swords were qualified to be hung there.

Carl noticed a few swords casually placed in a corner, with a sign next to them that read, "Good, one of the 50 Skillful Grade Blades." There was a label on the handle, which should be the name of the sword.

The swords that were qualified to be hung on the wall were one of the 21 Great Grade Blades. Carl counted and found a total of five. This number was already quite astonishing. After all, there are only 21 swords of this level in the world, and the Figarland family directly possessed nearly a quarter of them. This background was certainly terrifying.

What was funny was that Carl, the heir of the family, was actually seeing the strength of his family for the first time.

Garling glanced back and saw Carl's eyes lingering on those famous swords. He raised a playful smile and asked, "It seems that you are very interested in swords."

Carl retracted his gaze and answered honestly, "Those swords are indeed very tempting, but my swordsmanship is really average. It would be a waste to give me a good sword."

"How dare you say that? Do you know that the people in our family are best at swordsmanship? Swordsmanship is the foundation of our family."

Carl shook his head helplessly and said, "There's no way. There are people in the Marines who can use swords, but there are no truly powerful ones. I just learned some basics."

Garling nodded with disdain and said, "You are right. Those so-called swordsmen in the Marines are all half-baked and not worth mentioning at all."

"So Uncle Garling, are you mentioning this to me because the gift you spoke of is a sword?"

"Yes, as a member of the Figarland family, how can you not have a sword of your own?"

"The sword on the wall..."

Garling looked at Carl with a gaze that made him hate the iron for not being strong enough. He reprimanded, "Is that all you're good for? TheGreat Grade Blades are fine, but as the heir of the family, using that kind of sword is simply an embarrassment to the family!"

"Well..."

Carl fell silent. He glanced at the sword on Garling's waist. According to Garling's words, his sword must be one of the legendary Supreme Grade Blades. This is a masterpiece, limited to only twelve in the world. Of course, Carl did not think that Garling would give away his sword. That would be too absurd.

Since he mentioned it, it means that the Figarland family has more than one Supreme Grade Blades! With such a background, Carl could only shout "Good guy" in his heart, while growing more and more eager.

Garling didn't let Carl wait too long. He led Carl to the end of the secret room, where several luxurious coffins were laid. The coffin in the middle was the largest and the most gorgeously decorated.

Corresponding photos were hung on the walls above all the coffins. Judging by the peculiar hairstyles of the Eight Gates, it was evident that those lying in these coffins were the successive heads of the Figarland family.

Upon arriving, Garling first bowed to the coffins in front of him, and Carl followed suit. Then, Garling walked to the largest coffin in the middle and slowly opened the lid.

Carl approached Garling and looked into the coffin. He saw a skeleton clad in golden armor lying inside. What made him almost laugh was that the skull still had hair on it, styled in the exact same manner as in the photo above. The shelf life of this hair was simply unbelievable.

But soon Carl's eyes were drawn to the sword held in the skeleton's arms. This sword had a jet-black blade, covered with purple vein-like lines, and the bottom of the hilt was inlaid with an extremely bright ruby.

As he stared at it, Carl's eyes gradually became hollow, as if he had lost his soul.

Garling was also looking at the sword in the coffin, seemingly unperturbed. He even touched the sword and said, "He is the first head of the Figarland family, Saint Casillas, and the owner of this sword. Speaking of which, you and he... Carl? What's wrong with you!?"

Garling finally noticed something strange about Carl, and at this moment, something unexpected happened.

Black flames suddenly erupted on the sword he touched, and then the entire sword turned into a black light, passing through Garling and merging into Carl's right hand.

The black light gradually condensed back into the shape of the sword, and Carl finally regained his senses. He raised his right hand, which was now holding the sword, with a blank look on his face and murmured, "What just happened? What happened to the sword?"

Garling, also shocked by the scene just now, calmed himself, took a deep look at Carl, and said, "The sword in your hand is one of the Twelve Supreme Grade Swords, and it's called the Demon Sword Muramasa!"

As soon as the words "Demon Sword Muramasa" were spoken, the sword in Carl's hand began to emit a black aura. A look of shock flashed across Carl's eyes, as this black energy was so familiar to him. This is the power of darkness!

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