Chapter 1991 Magic Weapon Master 10
I went to town and bought three pieces of tung oil cloth. This kind of cloth is thick and waterproof. It can be used as a ground mat, a cover, or a small tent when it rains. Because she kept the lord's taxes, the boss negotiated easily and got a lot of money.
After getting everything done, the bodies of the two robbers had been hung on the pole. Even those who were stabbed to death by swords were hung around their necks and their hands were tied. This is the uniform standard for hanging prisoners, and they must be hung for several days so that residents can see them after dinner and when passing by.
After asking where the lord's castle was, she left in another direction.
As the donkey walked away slowly, she waved and said goodbye: "Thank you very much, Lord. I hope to have the opportunity to serve you again in the future. Please convey my words."
"Okay!" The magic weapon master responded before realizing it. This conversation is not ordinary. Could it be that she is also a noble? Looking at the other person's back as he left, I was a little surprised.
Walking the other way would take more than a day to get to the next market, and spending the night in the woods would be unavoidable.
Seeing that it was getting dark, I found a suitable place, lit a bonfire, hung a tung oil cloth to block the light of the bonfire, and left a piece of it spread on the ground against the stones.
Although the light can stop wild beasts, it can also attract others. In the wilderness and in such a world, it was difficult to say that the people who came here could control their evil intentions and rob her.
After eating something and drinking some water, he pulled out the sword and took a closer look.
The sword was full of contempt: "Can you use it?"
But when I saw her casually picking up a stone and laying it on my head, I immediately respected her more: "As long as I swing it out, I will produce a flaming sword energy. The stronger the force of the swing, the stronger the intention, and the sword energy will be stronger." The stronger it becomes.”
Hey~, this is how you behave. Since it is already my sword, it should be equal to honor and disgrace, life and death. If I die before I leave, I will break it!
The sword... is so vicious and scary.
After putting the sword back into the scabbard, he took out the bow. The bow string has been broken, and there is a deep cut mark on the bow, two-thirds of the depth of the cut. If it were deeper, the entire bow would be useless.
Think of a way to do it first, don't really break it. After all, it is a bow with aura.
After thinking for a while, she pulled out a strip of cloth from the bundle and wrapped it around the cut mark. After being wrapped in bright red cloth, it looks quite beautiful.
"Thank you." Gong said weakly, "Just get a bow string."
Jian sneered: "You have to spend money before you make money anyway. Look at you like this, you fell into the hands of bandits and you didn't take good care of it. By the way, what do you call the shooting goose bow? You usually do some hunting or shooting coachmen." ”
The bow was very awkward, and it fell into the hands of the robbers.
Xining upheld justice: "This is bad luck. Since I am here, no one can laugh at anyone."
Sword: "That's right, I didn't fall into your hands."
Xining...pick up the stone just now and lay it on it.
Sword: "Please forgive me, I didn't mean it. The thoughts of a magic weapon are never hidden from its owner."
Xi Ning still had a sinister look on his face, which meant that what he just said was true.
The sword can only beg for mercy: "I'm not used to it yet. After all, my last master was a knight who worked for the lord, and you are just..."
Keep on laying on the stones... Jian: "I will work hard to get used to it, right now, okay, I'm used to it, Master!"
Putting the stone aside, it seems that your magic weapon is still very spiritual. Acknowledging mistakes can make a lot of improvements. There will be a long time to come, so let's get along well.
Sword: "Okay master, but master, I feel as if besides the two of us, there is something else on you, as if it can talk to you."
Mo Ming: "Don't tell these two fools, I can hear their voices, but they can't hear me."
Yes, what reasons can be used?
Mo Ming: "Whatever, do you still want me to teach you such a simple question?"
Uh, okay! Xining sighed slightly: "Because I have a split personality, I talk to myself. Just get used to it from now on!"
Sword and bow... Jian couldn't help but ask: "What is split personality?"
Gong: "It roughly means that a person has two ideas, which is like the master owning you and me at the same time."
Applause, you are right! It's a pity that there are no chicken legs to reward, and the magic weapon does not need chicken legs, it requires engine oil maintenance.
Jian said with a sour tone: "You'd better recuperate first and stop interrupting."
Gong was silent. Although he didn't say anything, he felt quite aggrieved.
Xi Ning acted as peacemaker: "Okay, swords and bows each have their own characteristics, let's get along well. Charlie, keep watch and let me know if anyone approaches."
Jian was dissatisfied: "Why me?"
Because you are healthy, have sufficient spiritual energy, and are stronger than the bow, I put you on duty. Until tomorrow, just sleep in the scabbard for a while. By the way, does the magic weapon need to sleep?
Bow: "No need, but it will go dormant when refrigerated. Otherwise, the long years will make the magic weapon go crazy."
Well, that’s right, that’s the decision. She wrapped the cloak around her body, covered her with the sheepskin, and went to sleep!
When the bonfire goes out, we wake up at dawn. This night was the best sleep she had ever had since escaping. Having a magic weapon made the difference.
Jian: "You... escaped?"
Yeah, what? Cynthia from Chat County obviously also escaped. Even if her family disagrees, every young person with ideals must make sacrifices for truth and belief.
Mo Ming: "It seems that I am getting better and better at pretending."
Ignore it, but Jian accepts this reason. It seems that from now on, I can no longer think randomly. There are two more people monitoring my inner thoughts.
Sword: "It doesn't matter. As a magic weapon, its lifespan is basically longer than that of humans. What else haven't you seen? The first thing a magic weapon does is not betray its master. Even if it is broken, it cannot betray it, so the master can rest assured."
Gong: "You can put the magic weapon out of sight, so that you don't know what the owner is thinking. However, most owners refuse to leave their magic weapon and stay with them all the time. Even on their wedding night, they will Keep the magic weapon next to you.”
Xining...the taste is really strong.
Pack everything up, hang it on the donkey, and pull it slowly toward the main road.
Suddenly two figures appeared in front of her, two big men in ragged clothes, holding pitchforks and wooden sticks in their hands, facing her with ferocious expressions: "Little girl, hand over all your things."
I'm really drunk. Could it be that the world is full of robbers, who come together to rob each other when they have time or no time, whether they have something to eat or not?
Mo Ming: "Yes."
Xining...
The sword shouted: "Master, pull me out quickly!"
Yes, they might be scared away when they see a magic weapon. She drew her sword with bluff, she had to draw the sword quickly and her movements were cool!
The sound of "噌~" startled the two robbers.
She lowered her voice: "Get out!"
With this aura, he is definitely 1.8 meters tall. It's a pity that this body is only twelve years old!
The robbers looked at each other and said to themselves: "Isn't he just a child... Yes, look at these things, enough to eat for a while..."
Two sentences decided that the two of them were not going to let go of the fat sheep in front of them!
(End of chapter)