"We're here at Nington Street. People who want to get off the bus, hurry up!" The conductor's shout interrupted the conversation between the two, and then he hurriedly picked up his belongings and rushed to the door.
Geer caught a glimpse of a large piece of paper being taken out of the seat and dropped to the ground by the two people in a hurry. However, the two people did not pay attention to it and got out of the car directly. Geer picked it up and it was a copy.
newspaper.
Geer shook the newspaper and unfolded it with a clatter. In the dim light, a huge line of thick black characters came into view.
"Crazy! Big explosion! The cloud of terror is covering Konatas!"
Geer then carefully read the content of the incident printed above.
The so-called Phillian Restoration Army is a group of people who claim to be the descendants of the Phillian Empire that was divided by the three major powers during the Thirty Years' War. Their purpose is to re-establish the New Phillian Empire. Of course, their methods are not friendly.
, especially for the Kingdom of Konatas, which stabbed the Felian Empire in the back as its closest ally at the end of the Thirty Years' War, and it was even more sworn in.
There have been several terrorist attacks in the past few years, and most of the targets of the attacks were in the Kingdom of Konatas, so it can be said that the people of the Kingdom changed their minds when they talked about the Philipian Restoration Army.
This time, after several years of coordination, the officials of the Kingdom of Konatas worked with the other two countries to set up a trap that severely damaged the Philipian Restoration Army and captured the leader of the Philipian Restoration Army. The kingdom officials wanted to
Using public trials to enhance public confidence resulted in the Philipian Restoration Army brazenly attacking despite being severely weakened, launching the largest terrorist attack to date.
"Sure enough, no matter which world, power is the most fundamental thing. Without power, you can only pray that the butcher's knife will not come to you, and wait for the judgment of fate. That will always be the behavior of a coward!"
Geer closed the newspaper and suddenly felt that his thoughts were clear, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
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"Elm Street is here, people getting off the bus, hurry up!"
Ger got off the train and looked up at the brass nameplate erected on the edge of the sidewalk, with the spelling of Elm Street engraved on it.
When you arrive at the block where Elm Street is located, you will obviously feel that it is completely different from the area where the college is located. The buildings on Elm Street are mainly made of wood. The small two or three-story buildings made of rough wood squeeze the street like a long snake.
, narrow and old, as if it were a century away from the central area represented by the college district.
Geer asked a few passers-by and soon got the news about Old Jack's Antique Shop.
At this time, fine raindrops had begun to fall from the sky, so Geer no longer wasted time and walked quickly along the road according to the information. After turning a few corners, he saw a three-story cylindrical wooden house at the corner with an open storefront.
, emitting a soft light, there is a metal sign hanging on the wall above the store door, with the words "Old Jack Antique Shop" engraved on it.
Geer walked in directly.
Half an hour later, Geer came out a little confused, his hands as empty as when he went in.
"It's obviously exactly the same as the one wielded by Instructor Andrew, and the age is almost the same, but why is there no energy to absorb?"
In the past half hour, the owner of the antique shop showed several Weino daggers to Geer, but to Geer's disappointment, none of them had the special energy that could be absorbed. Later, he asked the boss to bring out other similar or more powerful swords.
Weapons collection in the early years, but the result was also nothing.
In the end, Geer could only leave the antique shop in embarrassment as the boss's face became darker and darker.
After wasting so much time in the antique store, it started to rain. The oily raindrops rushed to the ground densely. The sky and the earth were misty. Only the swaying firelight on the street lamps could be seen resisting tenaciously.
Dark embrace.
He looked back at the closed door of the antique store behind him. He thought that the owner would not welcome him now. Looking around, he saw that there were no open stores. Geer decided to brave the rain and go to the station first.
I remember seeing a very lively street near the station when I came here. I heard it was a famous flea market in this area, and you should be able to buy umbrellas or ponchos there.
After walking hurriedly in the rain for several minutes based on his memory, Geer found the location of the flea market.
It is less than fifty meters away from the station. Because this area is located at the junction of urban and suburban areas, people from all walks of life come and go, and the flea market, which is a gathering point for people, is quite busy with people coming and going every day.
The street is not too wide, and the lights are bright. There is a thick tarpaulin placed above the location to prevent rainwater from entering. There are small stores on both sides, and the steps above the ground are also filled with various kinds of goods.
There are small street stalls where you can buy everything, but most of them are simple handicrafts and items whose origins are unknown.
He successfully bought an umbrella from the small shop that had just hung out rain gear at the entrance of the market. Seeing that there was still plenty of time before the train arrived at the station, Geer thought about it and entered the market for a while.
After walking a few times along the path left by the stall, Geer just casually glanced at the items sold in the store and on the street stalls, without any desire to buy.
Suddenly, Geer felt that the energy bar at the bottom of his field of vision began to flicker again, just like when he saw Instructor Andrew's Weino dagger.
Following the feeling, I turned to the left and saw a street stall. The owner of the stall was an old man. On his right were some handmade weapons and decorations, which looked like what Geer had heard from his history teacher.
The things made by tribesmen in remote areas that he had experienced had a unique rugged charm; and on his left hand side were some tattered things, including carvings, ornaments, and tools, piled together randomly, each one
The appearance is very old, there is even some rust or dirt, it looks like something from a long time ago, and the thing that makes Geer feel is inside this pile of things.
It seemed that no one was patronizing this stall. Apart from Geer, there was only one other middle-aged man picking at the right side of the stall owner.
Geer squatted down and carefully rummaged around the location indicated by the feeling. After he touched a cross sword, the value of the energy bar in the corner of his eye suddenly jumped.
"This is it!"
Geer tried his best to control the muscles on his face and turned slightly sideways to prevent the stall owner from seeing his slightly excited face.
This is a broken cross sword. Only a small section of the sword is left above the hilt. The sword is still covered with various scars. It looks dull. There are some dirt and rust on the hilt.
The complex and gorgeous carvings can be vaguely seen, but the place where the gems should have been inlaid has been hollowed out, leaving only a large black hole. However, there is a metal head on the top of the sword hilt that is still intact, about the length of a thumb.
, although there are many scratches, the letters engraved on it can still be clearly recognized - Ansetans.
The stall owner glanced at Geer and suddenly said: "You have good taste. I just collected this from the countryside. This is the sword Beruti of the legendary knight Anseltans of the Glorious Empire five hundred years ago.
Ni, it is said that in the twilight battle where Ansetans was killed, he was cut off by the black knight Neferduin and fell into the crack of the earth, disappearing from then on..."
"Come on, there have been hundreds if not thousands of Berlutini products over the years. There are also some that are older than yours, and there are also some that are as complete and bright as new. They all claim that theirs is the real thing."
The middle-aged man carrying the goods smiled and added.
The stall owner smiled dryly and scratched the sparse white hair on his head, but did not continue.
"How much is this?" the middle-aged man asked the stall owner as he picked out an ornament.
"The handmade bead strings of the Kunta tribe are all carved from the core of the sacred elephant tree. I will give them to you with just one canary."
"Hey, we are all old customers, so let's make it cheaper."
"Well, then eight sevlins can't be cheaper."
"Six sevlin bars, I want them."
"This is really not possible. I'll give you another twenty tiffins at the very least..."
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Geer didn't pay attention to the price negotiation between the two people, but concentrated on feeling the breath of the cross sword. He could feel that there was a strong cold breath in the cross sword, which was much stronger than the Wei Nuo dagger.
It's several times stronger, but somehow I can't absorb the breath into my body at once like before. I can only draw it out bit by bit like squeezing out toothpaste.
After trying it for a while, Geer gave up the idea of absorbing energy on the spot and decided to buy it back and study it slowly.
At this time, the middle-aged man also negotiated the price with the stall owner, paid the money, and left with the bead string in his hand.
"What's the price of this?" Geer asked holding the broken cross sword.
"A canary." The stall owner replied casually: "There was someone who wanted to buy it last time, but he didn't bring enough money. Maybe he will come back and buy it again. If you want it, don't miss this opportunity."
Geer frowned slightly. At this price, it was obvious that the stall owner saw that he wanted to buy, so he deliberately paid a high price, and also used the excuse that other people wanted to buy to put pressure on himself. But he is not afraid of ten thousand, just in case, if there is another person
If you want to buy it, you really can’t miss this opportunity.
There were four canary gold coins on him. After thinking about it, Geer decided to buy it. Just when he was about to speak, his eyes glanced at the position where the middle-aged man was just now. There was a beautiful short bow on the stall there.
Geer moved over and picked up the short bow. It was about as long as an arm. It looked like it was made of wood, but it was heavy to hold and felt as cold as metal. He tried the strength of the bow string. It was better than the bow string.
The longbow used by the magic club is even more powerful.
"What's this?"
"Hualuo short bow, every hunter in the Hualuo tribe must make one for themselves during the coming-of-age ceremony. It uses the toughest sunken star wood and the most elastic blackbuck bison hamstring. This one is even more exquisite.
The best of the lot..." When the stall owner saw that Geer was interested in another thing, a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes.
Geer tried it a few more times, and it felt really good: "How much is this?"
"Also a canary."
"I won't bargain with you anymore. This bow and the broken sword just now cost a canary in total. Do you want to sell it?" Geer said bluntly.
"Sell!" These two things combined are worth two sevlins. You must know that today's bows are far less useful than crossbows, let alone muskets, and this kind of cross-broken sword that is not authentic or fake is unknown.
There were too many on the market, and it was impossible to bid. Finally, I got an opportunity to make a move, and seeing Geer’s attitude, I couldn’t miss it.
Seeing this, Geer didn't know that he had been tricked. He angrily lit the torn animal skin quiver containing the matching arrows next to the short bow and said, "Give this to me too."
"No problem." The stall owner didn't mind at all and happily agreed.
Geer shook his head. Anyway, he had obtained the most important thing, and he could also get a handy short bow, so he was not at a loss.
"Sir, I have many antique weapons here. Are you interested?"
Just when Geer was about to leave, a voice came from behind.