Heritage foundry

Chapter 5 The Magical Epee

The black iron-colored heart is beating, with golden veins attached to it, stretching and contracting as the heart beats, like a lion's mane retracting.

Al Lionheart was lying on a stretcher, moving quickly under the efforts of two strong men. In his somewhat blurred vision, weeds that were as tall as a person in the wilderness kept passing by.

"Scar, throw away the epee in his hand, it's too heavy to lift!"

A voice sounded, and the stretcher stopped.

Al? Lionheart felt that someone was going to break his fingers and take the weapon from his hand.Holding it firmly, even though he was a little confused due to excessive blood loss, his subconscious mind told him that this sword was the foundation of his life, and he must not lose it.

That person tried hard a few times, but he was just an ordinary person. It was basically impossible to take something from a mithril peak life, even if the mithril life was seriously injured and dying.

"Boss Lionheart, Boss Lionheart, it's me, Scar, we're saving you, but the sword in your hand is too heavy, throw it away, it's not a good thing!"

The voice is familiar and trustworthy, but the sword cannot be thrown.

With all his strength, Al Lionheart opened his mouth:

"Throw it away, you will die."

There was silence, and then the stretcher was lifted again and moved again.

El Lionheart, who was holding the epee, became more and more conscious, and suddenly remembered why he couldn't let go of the knight's epee.

"My sword is a bit different. After you take it, you may have some special abilities. Although you can't use it with your strength, I still have to say it so as not to affect your own strength."

The black-haired boy said that his sword had some special abilities. At first, Al Lionheart was a little skeptical. This sword can be seen at a glance as the standard epee of the army. What is different from something that comes off an assembly line.

But after holding the hilt of the sword in his hand, Al Lionheart knew that the black-haired boy was telling the truth.

Equipment name: Otto style knight epee

Equipment requirements: can sense equipment information
Equipment Level: Ordinary

Equipment Attributes: The holder gets a "slight self-healing" physical blessing.

This information appeared in Al Lionheart's mind the moment he grasped the hilt of the sword.

The wound was itching, the blood flow was slowing down, and the consciousness was getting clearer. Al Lionheart knew that this should be the effect of the "slight self-healing" physical blessing.

A smile was pulled out with difficulty from the corner of his mouth, although reluctantly, he was still hearty.

"Black-haired boy, I owe you a favor."

He is of medium build, with a fairly good physique, short black hair, and the most outstanding thing is the pair of eyes, which are as dark as stars.The image of Zhou Mo flashed in Al Lionheart's mind.

At this time, the man named Scar spoke again, panting heavily, presumably he was very tired.

"Brother Wolf, do you think the master's plan has come to fruition? Lionheart Boss is injured like this."

"I don't know, and don't make wild guesses. It's not our turn to worry about those extraordinary bosses."

Brother Lang's temperament is relatively stable, and he winks a little. He knows that there are some things that ordinary people like them can't afford to get involved with. Seeing the scar, he became curious and worried, so he told him:
"Don't worry about the boss's business, we just need to do our job well and make a living in the wilderness."

Scar seemed to be very convinced of Brother Wolf, so Dang even stopped asking.

Everything stopped in the ears of Al Lionheart, and he admired the two criminals who fled to the wilderness. They really couldn't afford to participate in this kind of thing, but fortunately, although the injuries were serious, the plan, It's done.

In the tavern, Zhou Mo got busy. The prince's guards who searched the town to no avail finally stopped. Dylan disappeared and threw twenty of his men into the tavern.

These gentlemen from the imperial capital are all extremely wealthy, and Otto gold coins are swayed like copper in their hands.

The most popular one is Zhou Mo's newly developed "Drunk Life Dream Death", which uses some natural psychedelic herbs from the wasteland. In Zhou Mo's hometown, the water meter would be checked, but in Xiyang Town, as long as the red-bearded uncle likes it, there is no taboo .

Use rum as the base, add almonds, bitter sugar, milk, durian grass juice.

The color of the wine is green and red, like the color of the sun scattered on the grassland. It is extremely bitter in the mouth, and turns sweet when the bitterness reaches the extreme.

A great tool for escapism without side effects.

Seeing that most of the princes and guards fell under the "drunk life, dream and death", Zhou Mo heaved a sigh of relief and shook his sore wrist. This kind of wine needs to be shaken at a very fast speed to bring out the flavors of almonds, bitter sugar, and milk. Together, they form the kind of softness and sweetness that softens people's hearts. Even if he is only one step away from being promoted to Heitie, it is still too much to bear.

At this time, a prince guard who had been sitting in the corner stood up, sat down in front of the counter, and threw out ten gold coins.

Just as Zhou Mo was about to ask what wine he wanted, he was stopped by the guard with a wave of his hand.

"Little brother, alcohol is messing with people's hearts, so I don't want it. I have a question for you."

Zhou Mo looked at the gold coin, did not accept it directly, and said:
"Ask first."

Konoe smiled. He has beautiful white teeth, and a pair of big, deep brown eyes. He looks very handsome, and he has the temperament of a prodigal son.Zhou Mo recognized him as one of the leaders of the two princes' guards, Mithril Life.

"Alright, little brother, those of us guards who have been guarding the palace all year round are very curious about the wilderness. Could you tell me, little brother, who are the interesting characters in this wilderness?"

Zhou Mo's heart trembled slightly, and his intuition told him that there was something wrong with this guard, but he couldn't explain why, but he still felt that he had to take precautions, so he said immediately:

"Except for some wild hunters who are poor and crazy to fight for wealth, there are those who are extremely vicious and have nowhere to hide. Or the aristocrats who got into trouble and had to come here. Those who want to be rich and those who want to die, there are two kinds of people, and it happens that there are quite a few of these two kinds of people, isn't it?"

Konoe shook his head, and then asked with a very interested look:

"It's not the same, it's not the same, let's not talk about those criminals, just talk about those nobles. Usually when we see them, they are hugging each other, looking extremely noble, but we have never seen nobles living in the wilderness. Although It can be guessed that most of the nobles who have fallen here must be incompetent, but there are always exceptions like that golden lion cub."

Hearing Jinwei's question, a figure flashed in Zhou Mo's mind. That person had only been to the tavern once, and exchanged a black iron wolf king's fang for a cup of imperial style.

The man seemed to have lived in the wilderness for a long time. He was like a savage, and his clothes were made of animal skins. If it wasn't for his movements while drinking, he would still have a bit of aristocratic elegance. Zhou Mo thought this Who is the criminal who has been hiding in the wilderness for many years.

Smiling, Zhou Mo pushed the gold coin back and said:

"My little brother has only been here for a year. Apart from drunkards, all the people I have seen are outlaws. To be honest, seeing the majesty and demeanor of the golden lion cub today really opened my eyes. I have never seen a second one with such a temperament. people."

Konoe was a little disappointed, but still not reconciled, and continued to ask:

"Ten gold coins for a cup of imperial style, are there many people drinking in this small town?"

Zhou Mo shook his head and replied:
"It's not much, only those noble children from the imperial capital have this spare money in the first few days."

Konoe tapped on the newly made black wood counter made by Red Beard with his fingers, and the solid wood tabletop made a muffled "dong dong" sound.He was getting impatient.

"Couldn't it be better to hang out in the wilderness, come and try something new? You don't only accept gold coins here!"

Zhou Mo didn't want to annoy a mithril life who could easily kill him, so he pointed to the red-bearded man who was drinking in the corner of the tavern, and said:
"I can't hold back those veterans who have lived in the wilderness for two years. They are all received by the red-bearded uncle. You are asking the wrong person."

Konoe was a little disappointed and wanted to turn around and leave, but he narrowed his eyes the moment he left his seat, and sat down again, with a sarcastic smile on the corner of his mouth:

"Hey, I came here a year ago. I have never seen the ability to mix drinks in the imperial capital, and now I am so evasive, hey!"

Jin Wei smiled strangely, and spoke strangely, as if he was whispering to himself, and seemed to be speaking to Zhou Mo.

"The guests are received by His Excellency the Giant of the Wilderness, but the style of the imperial capital is always adjusted by you, my little brother. I believe that no one will forget those people once they meet them."

These words struck Zhou Mo's ears, and they touched Zhou Mo's memory. Indeed, meeting those characters once was unforgettable for a lifetime.

The disheveled hair seems to have been uncut for many years, almost covering the face, but when he brushed his hair away while drinking, Zhou Mo glanced at it in shock, and his facial features seemed to be cut by a knife. In the past, Zhou Mo only thought it was a novelist's words, artistic processing, But those who have seen that person know that this statement is true.

He has a burly figure, not the burly man with the red beard, but a taller figure among normal people, but his shoulders are as broad as a tiger, and his back is as thick as a bear. Zhou Mo still remembers the first time he saw what it means to walk like a tiger when the man left. .

"Little brother, look at this thing, isn't it worth a cup of imperial style!"

"Yes, some imperial capitals are majestic and upright, and the taste of all nations respecting each other."

"The wine is very good. I haven't drunk it for a long time. See you by fate."

The man said these three sentences in total, and the sentences were ordinary and plain, but now that they were recalled, Zhou Mo found that he could even remember the person's tone of voice vividly, as if these three sentences had just been heard.

Zhou Mo's slightly dazed performance was noticed by the guards, and he became more and more sure that the black-haired boy had seen the person he wanted to inquire about, and immediately pressed his body forward slightly. With a metallic luster, a faint murderous aura pressed towards Zhou Mo.

"Little brother, if you have nothing to do with that person, come and listen."

Then the conversation changed:
"That knight's epee is really extraordinary. At least it has been slashed by the black iron steps tens of thousands of times, but it only hurt the edge. The weapons in the little brother's collection are extraordinary. It is impossible to say that the golden lion cub can escape successfully today. Little brother deserves credit!"

The threat of both light and dark silenced Zhou Mo. He had nothing to do with that person, and it was no big deal if he said it, but his intuition made him instinctively not want to mention that person to anyone, but if he didn't say it, he would offend a prince if he didn't say it. The head of the personal bodyguard, Mithril rank life.

To put it bluntly, with Zhou Mo's current strength, he can't bear the consequences of offending a mithril-ranked being. After all, the red-bearded uncle can't protect him all day long.

Sighing, Zhou Mo reached out and grabbed the ten gold coins. Since he wanted to say it, he couldn't say it for nothing, right?
(End of this chapter)