The dragon lady doesn't like the lord

If you encounter a difficult customer, you may even sell them for 95 gold coins each.

"All right, wrap them up and send them to my carriage."

Ron was well aware of the price increase of the Holy Light Sword, but he did not bargain because there was no need.

The store owner will not give discounts when the supply is tight and there is no worry about not being able to sell the goods.

Ron felt that he didn't have that much face, so instead of wasting his breath, he might as well pay the money immediately.

After all, gold coins are easy to earn and you don’t feel bad about spending them.

Whenever you are short of funds, just make another batch of potions to sell.

"Okay sir, please wait a moment, I'll arrange it right away."

The man did not bargain before the meeting. The female receptionist's eyes lit up and she seemed a little surprised.

When leaving, he looked at Ron for a second longer, as if trying to remember the appearance of this generous gentleman.

Ron sat down on the sofa and waited for the other party to load the Holy Light Sword onto the carriage.

The weapons issue has been resolved, and what remains are some trivial development supplies. I will return to the mansion first and come out to purchase them in the afternoon.

Lucia also slightly raised her plump buttocks, sat next to the man, opened her mouth, wanted to say something, but finally chose to shut up quietly.

She felt that in order to get food, she had to behave herself and not talk...

"Hello ma'am, welcome to the Black Iron Weapon Shop."

At this time, a girl wearing a light blue skirt and armor, with her head covered tightly by a gray hood, walked into the store.

Her outfit quickly caught Ron's attention.

When Ron saw her face, he felt it was familiar, but he couldn't remember it for a moment.

"I want a holy sword."

The girl, revealing only her pretty face, explained her purpose.

"I'm sorry, ma'am, the Holy Light Sword you need has been sold out."

The receptionist bent down and apologized sincerely.

"Isn't that right?"

The sharp-eyed girl immediately saw that the knights were carrying the Holy Light Sword.

"I'm sorry, these Holy Light Swords have already been bought by that gentleman."

As the receptionist spoke, she pointed in the direction where Ron was sitting.

The girl looked in the direction the other person pointed, and saw a well-dressed gentleman sitting on the sofa, looking at her with deep eyes.

"understood."

The girl didn't say much, nor did she say anything strange.

He turned around and was about to leave, ready to go to the next store and ask again.

Ron felt that the other person looked familiar, so he did not miss this opportunity. He at least wanted to know the other person's name and confirm some things.

So he stood up and called out to the other person:

"Ma'am, please stay."

Chapter 55: Competing with the Future Swordswoman Jeanne! This woman is strong!

The girl, who was about to leave, stopped when she was stopped by a voice behind her.

She turned around and looked at the man walking forward with her emerald green eyes.

She didn't say anything, but waited quietly for the other party to explain why he called her.

"Meet Leonard Ron, a pioneer lord."

When you want to know someone's name, just introduce yourself and, if nothing unexpected happens, the other person will also tell you their name.

Ron stretched out his hand with a smile, his expression serious and his movements gentlemanly.

"Jean, the swordsman."

The girl stretched out her hand and lightly touched the other person, then immediately withdrew it.

Her expression didn't change much, and she seemed unwilling to have much contact with the man in front of her. She only introduced herself by her name out of politeness.

"Your name is Jeanne?"

When he heard the name, Ron's pupils shrank.

No wonder she looked familiar, it turns out she was the female swordsman who single-handedly killed the undead and forced them to flee the continent in the future.

This incident happened two years later. Joan of Arc still looked very immature at the moment, and she did not have the domineering power that she would have two years later when she could defeat an army with a single sword.

"you know me?"

Joan of Arc looked carefully at the man in front of her, but still felt that he was a stranger and could not remember where she had seen him before.

"I don't know you, but I've heard some of your stories."

Ron calmly started making up stories;

"I heard that you have been practicing sword since you were young and are very knowledgeable about kendo."

He knew that Jeanne was obsessed with kendo.

If it were not for this, there would probably not be such domineering swordsmanship as in later generations.

“I just like it.”

Joan of Arc didn't want to get entangled with the man in front of her, so she stopped chatting here. She still had to buy a Holy Light Sword and go back to practice.

The reason why she chose the Holy Light Sword is because she has the blood inheritance, the blood of the Holy Spirit.

This is why she was able to make rapid progress in strength within two years and become an unrivaled female swordsman.

In addition to the obsession with kendo, there is also the blessing of blood.

Otherwise, if he were a mortal, it would be impossible for him to defeat the undead on his own.

"Since you are proficient in swordsmanship, it just so happens that I am also quite knowledgeable in swordsmanship."

Seeing that the other party wanted to leave, Ron gave a reason for the other party to stay;

"You just happened to want to buy the Holy Light Sword. Let's have a sparring match. If you win, the Holy Light Sword will be the winner's prize."

When he said this, Ron's eyes were full of confidence;

"how?"

Under normal circumstances, Joan of Arc never responded to provocations from others.

But today is different. The man in front of me is not provocative, but his eyes reveal admiration.

Plus, she also wanted to see the opponent's strength, and if she won, she could get the Holy Light Sword.

Why not!

"no problem."

Jeanne nodded and accepted the bet;

"If you win, you can take anything from me."

In her opinion, since it is a bet, both parties need to be equal.

Since I can get the Holy Light Sword if I win, the other party should get something if they win.

"Ok, deal."

Ron agreed readily, having already thought about what he would take from the other party after winning.

"Sir, Madam, if you want to spar, you can go to the backyard. That's where the owner usually practices. You can use wooden swords to spar."

The female receptionist was very tactful and gave a suitable location.

"it is good."

Ron nodded and followed the receptionist into the backyard.

Although Lucia didn't understand what these humans were saying, she understood one thing: to follow the lord closely.

Jeanne was not ambiguous either, she entered the backyard and picked up a random wooden sword;

"Mr. Ron, what are the rules for this competition?"

"There are no rules. You can use your sword skills to the best of your ability."

Ron was not worried about Joan of Arc using a wooden sword.

After all, he possesses three-dimensional attributes that are more than twice that of an ordinary holy knight, and can heal himself even when injured.

Ron wanted to test the current strength of this future female swordsman.

"understood."

Joan of Arc saw absolute confidence in the opponent's eyes, which aroused her desire to fight.

I want to see whether the man in front of me is just bluffing or has real strength.

"let's start."

Ron didn't waste any words. He clenched the sword with both hands and started the competition.

It wasn't like what is shown in the movies, where strong men fight with swords, stand still, and look at each other's flaws.

On a real battlefield, standing still, you can't see any flaws at all.

Only through constant slashing and attacking can you find the enemy's weakness and then deliver a fatal blow.

So, as soon as the sparring started, Joan of Arc gripped her sword tightly, kicked her calves, and rushed forward.

When she was three meters away from the man, she swung the sword in her hand and slashed from top to bottom.

The sword blade drew a semicircle in the air.

Ron did not dodge. He twisted his wrist instantly and swung his sword downward to chop at the long sword that was coming down.