Dark Demon Warlock

  Chapter 132 Stormy Storm

  Sword Domination This skill improves his ability to control sword weapons.

He had already tried it in the morning, and it felt like he was suddenly promoted from a scumbag to a master. The moment he held the sword, he felt a sense of smoothness at his fingertips. When he swung it, he could always easily find the most suitable angle, strength, connection method, etc. , extremely silky.

   It just took off on the spot!

  He is best at drawing inferences and divergent thinking, which can also be said to be a bug. Isn’t there a state in martial arts called "everything can be a sword", although he does not have this state, but he can learn from it superficially.

  Don't say it, it really works!

Professor Hughes quickly discovered the changes in him. Regardless of tools such as brushes, shovels, awls, and hammers, they all seemed to be holding a sword in his hands. The technique was very unique, but it was extremely dexterous, and the efficiency was higher than before. It was good before, as if I suddenly found my own way to go.

  In many archaeological sites, only the purest physical techniques can be used, so these techniques are necessary.

  Very satisfied with his progress, Professor Hughes went to class with confidence.

  There are classes in the afternoon.

   Half a day passed quickly.

  Yatt waited for Professor Hughes to return and prepared to go home.

   "I heard that Hugh Defoe died." Professor Hughes said to him suddenly.

   "I've heard that too." Art stopped.

   "Do you want to be my teaching assistant?" Professor Hughes asked.

   "Thank you teacher, but no need, it's fine now." Art declined.

  There is not enough time now, how can I be a teaching assistant again?

   What's more, he would be suspected in the first place, and if he becomes a teaching assistant, wouldn't he be put on fire?

   "Alright." Professor Hughes waved his hand.

  In this case, he will no longer interfere with the selection of new teaching assistants.

  The deputy director, Mavis Hansen, found him on purpose in the afternoon, and said that he could recommend a new teaching assistant candidate, and it was guaranteed to be approved this time.

   Trying to ease the relationship with him.

  But, is he the kind of person who, after being slapped in the face, forgets about it when he turns around?

  Since Art doesn't want to be the teaching assistant, he doesn't care about this guy's overtures.

  Art drove home.

  I was so involved in studying in the afternoon that I didn't even know when it was cloudy outside.

  He was okay when he just went out, but halfway through, the weather suddenly became extreme.

  The wind was blowing, the howling sound penetrated people, the garbage was flying, and the dust was all over the sky, crushing countless plants and trees.

  Children around 10 years old can't move forward without the help of their parents!

   Seaside cities are windy.

  The dark clouds in the sky are densely layered together, as if a torrential rain will fall at any time.

  Since he came to this world, he has experienced several rainy days, but this is the first time that there is such a strong wind like today.

   People have to worry about whether the trees and street lights on the roadside will be broken!

  He has gone halfway, so he can only bite the bullet and move on.

  Fortunately, he is a professional. With his perception and body control ability far surpassing that of ordinary people, he avoided several dangers and returned home safely.

  Even so, the body was smashed into several dents.

  There are dead birds, logs, and garbage of unknown origin.

  Angelo Nell and Shao Hui have already left.

  Although they are professionals, they are only level 3, unable to fight against such harsh natural weather.

  Even if you are not afraid of yourself, it is easy to be discovered.

  Moore Lane naturally failed to come.

  It's more windy at the pier.

  After getting out of the car, Art checked the house first.

   Fortunately, the wall was rebuilt during the renovation, otherwise the windows might have been broken.

  Although his side is clean and there are no sundries and garbage, but don't forget that it is an outer city nearby, and the most indispensable thing is all kinds of garbage, and the strong wind swept all the way.

  It is possible that you are standing in the yard, and a lump of dry and hard feces of an unknown animal will fall from the sky.

  Yat saw the corners of his eyes twitching again and again.

  Although he is not obsessed with cleanliness, he still cares about the environment and cleans and sprinkles water every day.

  It’s all right now, after the heavy rain, I’m afraid we’ll have to clean up again.

  However, after thinking about the inner city, his mood suddenly changed for no reason.

  He also knows that it seems that he has a bad personality, which is not what a person who has received a good 9-year compulsory education should have, but he just can't help it.

  After this heavy rain, the entire inner city will probably have to be cleaned up!

   Moreover, this rainstorm is just the beginning, as summer approaches, there will be more and more similar weather!

   I don’t know how the Pudera municipal government handled it in the past.

   Of course, this is not what he needs to care about, the most urgent thing is to feed his stomach.

   Often cooks for himself.

  At home, I have my own stove and a full set of iron pots made by blacksmiths.

   Firewood is plentiful.

  A shed was set up under the courtyard wall on the left side to store firewood and daily necessities.

  The stove is also here.

   is to prevent rain.

  One person is not so particular.

  I still have leftover cakes from yesterday at home, which are big thick cakes similar to sourdough cakes. I saw them in a noodle shop in the outer city by chance and often bought them to eat.

   Stew a pot of fish head and eat with pancakes.

  A fish head of 50cm is enough.

   There is a church of souls in front of it, and there is a door wall. The wind in the yard is not very strong, mainly because some "fish that slipped through the net" fell from the sky.

   Fortunately, he lived in the innermost alley and was least affected.

   "Crack!" As a forked lightning pierced the night sky, the rainstorm officially fell.

  The rumble of thunder and the crackling of raindrops sounded almost simultaneously.

   "Pa", "Pa", "Pa"... The raindrops were the size of broad beans, and they were swept by the strong wind and hit the brick wall. The sound was comparable to the little red whip he used when he was a child in his previous life.

   "Boom—" A rolling thunder seemed to roll over the roof, shaking the house trembling.

  Yate's eyelids twitched when he was caught off guard.

   Soon, the crackling sound was covered by the rushing sound, the heavy rain was pouring, the thunder was rumbling, and there was lightning from time to time to add to the fun, as if ghosts and ghosts were hosting a grand party.

  The area without electric lights is almost pitch black.

  Scattered candles, as if floating on the water, ups and downs, weird.

  Even in the inner city, visibility is pitifully low.

  The entire city of Pudra was shrouded in rain.

  Including his previous life, it was the first time for Yate to see such a huge rain. He moved a stool, sat by the stove, and watched the rain scene while stewing the fish head.

  The stagnant water on the ground quickly gathered into streams, flowing towards the outside of the courtyard.

   The water splashes are nearly 10cm high!

  The water vapor steamed into a cloud of white mist, clinging to the ground, a vast expanse of whiteness.

  According to this method, the garbage that was blown before will be washed away.

   Sure enough, he has no experience.

  Suddenly, his eyes lit up.

  A silvery-white lightning, curved like a silver thread, precisely found the jujube tree in his yard.

   "Boom—" sounded like the explosion of dynamite.

  The jujube tree was split so that its branches flew wildly, the crown of the tree fell down completely, and a large piece of bark and trunk was chopped off, like a sharp ax slanted down, and the cut surface was very smooth.

  Yat immediately got up to protect the stove.

   Completely instinctive.

  However, I know how to block with my back.

   "Boom!" A few branches hit his back, which hurt a little.

   No, it wasn't just the sound of a tree branch hitting his back, it seemed that something else had fallen in.

   Thank you book friend "Ye Da Nuan" for your reward

  (end of this chapter)