Light Spirit Epic

Chapter 1057 Exploring in the dark night Ten

In the face of this sudden change, Arthur almost squirted half of the black tea. But the king’s self-control was beyond ordinary people, and he still resisted.

"Ilaan?!" Arthur cried in surprise, but his tone was full of blame.

"Oh..." The white bear man was already crying, and he screamed on the ground and cried: "Please save and save your father! I can do it alone! I, I need your strength!"

"Oh?" Arthur looked at the white bear man with cold eyes: "Your [Dad]? Is it talking about Boles? Where are others? Are you in trouble?"

Mixed with crying, Elaine's words are a bit incoherent: "Dad, Dad is at Atlantis... In order to find broken, broken, broken pieces! But he is trapped and trapped inside! I, I am too weak, Can't save him! Every time I want to go and save, I will fail and be picked up!"

These words are very jumpy and quite difficult to understand. But the Cavaliers simply came up with a fluent logic from these incoherent words: "For so many years, is Boles still looking for the key pieces of the world's wall? Really stubborn. I also let myself be trapped in Yate. Landis is a stupidity in the secret world where no one has ever walked."

"Oh... I advised him, but Dad and Dad just refused to listen! He said that his mission as a demon is to keep and guard these key pieces! So..."

"Ilan, do you still know the way to Atlantis?" Arthur turned.

"Know, know!" Bai Xiong replied with tears: "Although, although a little far away, I can take you there at any time!"

"Does Boles have immediate life danger?"

"No, no. Dad is just trapped and trapped..."

"That's it." Arthur stood up from the sofa: "Your wish, I really received it. Next, look at your own, Elaine. Work hard to complete the exam and make a wish in the Great Heroes' Great Hall." In this way, you will use the power of the Knights of the Round Table to help you achieve your wishes."

Elaine was slightly disappointed with tears in his eyes: "Is it really necessary to be a Knight of the Round Table first?"

"Yes. If you are not a Knight of the Round Table, you are not obligated to do anything for your father and son." The Cavalier’s mouth was filled with a cruel and harsh smile: "Even if you are willing to help you, other round table knights may not necessarily be - -

So, Elaine, stand up, don't cry. Instead of crying, instead of asking for it, it is better to work harder.

The only thing that can really save your father is that you are alone. Put on your life and use the actual action to touch the Knights of the Round Table. Everything you do, they will see it; every drop of blood and sweat that you shed, they all know. When they all admit that you are their companion, your wishes will be fulfilled. "

"His Majesty……"

"There is, Elaine -" The Cavaliers used to touch the head of the white bear, as if to comfort the child: "You are not weak. I have seen the battle records of these days, you have done a good job." Your true weakness is not your skill, but your heart. Take out some self-confidence and fight for your desire, you will become stronger."

"Well... um..." At this time, Elaine had no response, and he was sobbing on the ground, tears dripping wet on the high-class red carpet in the deluxe room.

"So, good luck." Cavalier did not continue to comfort the crying white bear, turned and left.

At the same time, in the black market of Cairo, Bedieville took the dagger with a magical lizard and rumbling in the market.

His current mood can be described as seven ups and eights: on the one hand, he hopes that this short sword can be sold at a high price, so as to profit from it; on the other hand, he does not want its price to be too high, so that he can’t be frustrated. The spirit of the old Odin.

Even so, the werewolf is still well aware of the low-key man, the money is not open to the truth. He didn't go to the big shops that bought and sold, but sneaked into some shops that were relatively deserted and didn't have so many passers-by to look at the small shop.

Moreover, he refused to take the lizard short sword out of the sheath easily. On the one hand, he feared that this crude weapon would lose his face. On the other hand, he was afraid that the weapon would be worthless. Too much unnecessary attention. Before he went to the store to take out the goods, he deliberately strolled around for a few laps, remembering merchants who were fair and polite when they were doing business.

The werewolf looks at people with their own unique gaze. When he looks at the past, he can probably know whether a person is upright or not. When he confirmed the shops that looked good in the past ten years, he approached the quiet observation. When the merchants talked with the customers, they looked at the changes in the faces of the businessmen to determine if the businessman was lying.

auzw.com In this way, several shops were screened, and the last three were left. Bediville deliberately walked back and forth in front of the three stores to observe the goods sold in these stores, and to identify the merchants' ability to treasure from the good or bad of the goods. After all, even if the other person is a good person who is sincere, if it is a fool who does not know the goods, everything is no good.

"This little brother, you turned the twelfth lap before my shop." Finally, the boss of a shop finally couldn't help but say: "Do you want to buy it? If you have any words, you can say it, count you." Cheaper."

"Well..." Biddeville shrank slightly and stopped. He carefully looked at the boss of the shop and identified the wrinkles on the face of this weather-stricken middle-aged Egyptian: "The sale is free. I have a weapon to shoot, don't know if you are willing to buy?" "

The store owner is also looking at Bediville. At this time, Biddeville can be described as terrible. He is covered in blood, not only the dark-skinned clothes that have been smeared by blood in the short-sleeved clothes that have been fighting for a day, even the werewolf. There is also a black mark on the silvery hair - it is the product of blood condensation and long-term oxidation.

"Wow. A bad day?" The Egyptian businessman suppressed his surprise and asked in a very gentle tone.

"Well, a bad day." The werewolf licked his head and licked his head and felt some dry blood clots falling from himself, like sand. He only realized how bad his own line of business was. Uninformed people might think that Bedyville is a robber who kills people.

"In short... let me see the goods first." The store owner will be suspiciously asked: "If you are really short of money, I will pay more for your goods. When everyone has difficulties, don't be polite with me." , little brother."

Seems to be misunderstood? Bedieville wondered for a while. But this is exactly the same, the werewolf also wants to see what kind of interesting reaction the businessman will make when he sees the weapon in this situation.

He untied the lizard short sword together with the sheath and placed it on the table of the store, letting the store owner identify it.

The middle-aged Egyptian man carefully took the dagger and pulled it out of the sheath.

As soon as Baoguang appeared, the boss flashed involuntarily.

铮——The merchant took the dagger completely out of the sheath and pulled out a pure black dagger. It rubbed gently with the scabbard and made a crisp sound, as if it was the echo of the ancient clock being knocked.

"Wow, this is..." The boss took a deep breath in surprise.

"Hmm?" Even Bedyville felt strange. His lizard dagger was originally ivory white, even golden yellow. Why was the old man smeared with insecticide, after a few hits, in the sheath for less than half an hour, even the color has changed?

"Good sword." The weapon merchant took the weapon made of rough teeth of the thunder lizard. The top, bottom, left and right sides were detailed: "Is this made of Warcraft's teeth? Good and delicate stitching... and This hardness! How is it processed?"

"Hey, sir?" Biddeville saw the businessman with a short sword and looked silly. He didn't know how long he should be addicted. He quickly called back to the reality with a call: "What do you think?"

"Yeah." The weapon merchant dismissed his eyes from the short sword.

He hesitated for a while, as if he didn't believe that he was holding good goods in his hand, shaking his head in confusion and returning the short sword to Bediville: "Little brother, can you trouble you to swing this sword?"

"Waving? Is it here?" The werewolf was a little embarrassed.

"Yes." The merchant emphasized once again: "When you look at you, should it be a warrior who has been through the battlefield? If this weapon is genuine, this child will definitely show his true value in your hand."

This is just the side of the market where the market is relatively empty. There is a lot of activity space beside him, and he can dance freely without fear of hurting passers-by. However, this is still a public place, and many people look at it. In this place, wielding weapons at will, there is always a feeling of selling in the streets, it is very shameful.

"It doesn't matter, people often do this." The boss insisted: "After many people bought weapons, they can't wait to test the knife. We will prepare dummy for testing for them. But you don't think too much about the little brother. Just wave the child and let me hear his voice."

"The song of this child" - is this describing this short sword?

And why is it listening to the sound? singing! ? Bedieville is even more puzzled. It’s too unscientific to judge the quality of a weapon by listening to a sound.

However, these merchants were originally veterans of the mall, trading thousands of weapons every day. Perhaps they can distinguish the good or bad of the weapon by cutting the sound of the air when the blade is waving? God knows.

"So," the werewolf's face was red, and he was embarrassed to step back.

After confirming that there were no other people, he raised the lizard dagger and prepared it: "Begin!"