Chapter 149 148. The person targeting the sword
“Thank you for your help, Gendry. Please give this dagger a scabbard, and the price will be calculated together at the end.”
A peaceful and friendly voice came, awakening the blacksmith apprentice's hazy mind.
The sturdy young man blinked his eyes and shook his head instinctively, and then he saw the unattractive and handsome guest in front of him, looking at him with questioning eyes.
He suddenly woke up.
Did I just get distracted?
Gendry was a little unsure if he hadn't been resting well recently.
But it’s not a big deal, and you don’t need to care about it.
After he woke up, he followed Lan En's gaze and found what the guest wanted.
It was a short sword that was almost as long as an adult's forearm. It had a one-handed handle wrapped in red leather and the blade was only a little over ten centimeters long.
"Sir, the scabbard will be ready soon. This is a bonus."
Gendry took a silver deer coin from Lan En's hand, and then returned a handful of copper coins to him.
Silver deer is a currency whose value is lower than that of gold dragon and silver moon.
Under normal circumstances, a silver deer is enough to buy a long sword that is sufficient, but Tob Mott's reputation and craftsmanship make it so that even a short sword as long as an arm is available in this shop. , all the selling prices have to be paid in silver deer.
Gendry handed over the goods, completed the transaction, and returned to the stove to continue forging the horned helmet.
The owner of the shop was taking a nap on the recliner from beginning to end, and he didn't bother to raise his eyes whether the sale of a dagger was successful or not.
All this is like an insignificant transaction among the countless transactions that this store usually experiences.
Lan En was very satisfied with this 'normality' and took Aaliya back.
“This is for you.”
Lan pointed the hilt of the dagger he just bought towards Aria.
"Your stabbing sword is not bad, but if I want to teach you something, it is better to equip your off-hand with a short sword for blocking."
In fact, every Emperor's Children's He has a superb and outrageously complex swordsmanship database in his mind.
For them, swordsmanship is like a tool for creating art.
So even though they are beyond ordinary people, they have little chance to use the flexible combination of 'bayon + dagger', but they will definitely do it.
Lan En's daily [Memory Diving] has become a daily task, except for the two nights when he killed Count Stetha and fought against Dagon.
Even if he was influenced by what he saw and heard, no matter whether he could use those outrageous sword skills or not, his vision was definitely not low.
The short sword has an advantage over the long sword as a parrying sword, because the leverage structure it can form in sword confrontation is much less labor-intensive than the long sword.
Basically, when Aaliya fights with normal men of the same age, she will not be at a disadvantage due to sword wrestling.
Of course, the premise is that she has used her own skills to handle the first impact of the long sword slash and entered the wrestling stage.
“Ha! Thank you!”
Aria smiled and took the dagger, tied it to the right side of her waist, and fought with the 'sewing needle' on the left side.
She was already looking forward to what kind of swordsmanship Lan En could teach her.
Lan En listened to his thanks and nodded indifferently. I already agreed to teach you something, how can I still fool you?
But at the same time, his ears twitched slightly, and in a movement that seemed to twist his neck to relax, he glanced at his right rear.
There is a dark alley.
And there, several voices were discussing something at a normal volume.
They don’t know how sharp the witcher’s hearing is. To normal people’s ears, this is meaningless noise, but to the witcher’s ears, this is information.
"The sword on that guy's back, just look at the hilt. No! Just look at the silver counterweight engraving to tell how valuable it is!"
"He is surrounded by one of the current kings. "Hand's daughter!"
"Oh, big shot? But what's the matter? We won't touch that girl. In King's Landing, the Prime Minister can't let the city be robbed. Should all the decent and honest people come out to find out? That’s hundreds of thousands of people! Let’s go to another street and hide for a few months.”
"Hey, he's wearing armor that doesn't look easy to mess with."
"I think it's useless. There are ten of us, drag him into the alley, press him down and beat him with sticks. He will definitely not be able to bear it. . And he doesn't even have a helmet. Maybe a blow to the back of his head would be enough to knock him out for a long time." Noisy voices were chattering and arguing back and forth in the alley.
Finally, a voice that seemed to be the leader sounded, suppressing all the disputes.
"I think we can do it. In the past, we didn't dare to do anything casually because there were only a few places where stolen goods were sold, and Jinpao Zi could check them out if he wanted. But now, we are not just being beaten by our 'honorable adults' 'Has it been included? ”
"We 'adults' have money now. No matter where it comes from, we have it anyway. And we are keen on collecting these strange things. This exquisite sword should be exchanged for a lot of money!" ”
The leader’s tone of voice was very interesting.
When he said the words 'Honored Sir', he did not give his tone the emotion that matched the meaning of the words.
On the contrary, it was with a kind of teasing and ridicule.
If Lan En could describe the tone, it would be like seeing a country bumpkin nouveau riche.
If you are rich, you are really rich, and if you look down on it, you are really looking down on it.
So who is this ‘adult’ who likes to collect strange things?
A border noble far away from the royal city? Newly successful businessman?
Lan En is very curious, after all, this 'adult' has a goal that coincides with his.
So. "Bang, bang," two soft sounds.
The ten gangsters in the alley were looking at the entrance of the alley from the shadows in astonishment.
A tall, silver-haired young man was retracting the palm of his hand that knocked on the wall twice. His elegant posture was like that of a banquet host who knocked on his glass at a cocktail party and was about to speak.
A little girl followed him enthusiastically, and the two of them walked towards the shadows of the alley.
"Everyone, I am a little interested in the 'adult' you are talking about."
As he walked, Lan En smiled and untied the long sword strap on his chest and put it on his chest. The two swords were placed in Alia's arms behind her.
"Can you tell me something?"
The atmosphere fell silent.
The original ten people in the alley looked at the intruder blankly.
That was the prey they had chosen. They were supposed to drag it into the shadows five or ten minutes later, knock it out and strip it naked during the struggle.
But now, under the other's smiling expression, they feel that they are the prey.
The first emotion that came over me was surprise.
But after the surprise, there was a kind of anger mixed with surprise.
The surprise prey comes to your door automatically, and what makes you angry is the graceful elegance of the other party!
In other words - that expression of complete indifference!
“Bang!”
The gangster closest to Lan En took the lead in holding the wooden stick, cursing and preparing to swing it.
But then, before he could raise the stick above his head, a big hand that was so fast that he couldn't even see it hit him directly in the face!
“Bang!”
“Wow!”
Pressing his head, the back of his head collided with the face of the person behind him.
The person whose face was pressed went limp immediately after this blow, and it was only because his face was pinched by that hand that he didn't collapse into a ball on the ground.
The guy who was hit in the face had blood in his nose like a faucet was turned on.
Now I can only lie on the ground, breathing through my mouth in a daze.
"Woohoo! Lan En, I win!"
Aliya, holding two swords, gave a small cheer.
"My fault." Lan En didn't look back. A silver deer slipped out of his unmoved hand and flicked it onto the little girl's forehead.
The remaining eight people looked dull in front of those slightly shiny cat eyes.
“What a shame, I thought the local gangsters would be a little more polite.”
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