It was a bit cold in Laxius Village in the early morning, but the weather was as good as ever.
Brutus was stabbing in front of the door with a thick long wooden stick he picked up from nowhere. He got up very early today. It was not because he actively wanted to get up early, but because he was bitten by a swarm of mosquitoes.
He never dreamed that even in a brand new world, there would be such things as mosquitoes, and the bites of mosquitoes here would bring an almost unnoticeable but definite sense of numbness. Although he did not take off his clothes last night
Sleeping, but the hands and head are still inevitably exposed, and then they are bitten hundreds of times at least.
Of course, this is just Brutus's own estimate. According to him, the only advantage of mosquitoes here is that they don't leave pockets after sucking blood.
"You got up so early, Mr. Brutus." Marcus greeted Brutus as he just opened the door, and his mother stood behind him.
"Good morning, Marcus, and, sorry, I don't know what to call you yet, ma'am."
Marcus did not mention this to Brutus, and Brutus himself forgot to ask.
"You can call me Galina, Mr. Brutus." Galina introduced herself to Brutus with a smile.
Should I call her Lady Galina or Lady Galina... Brutus was a little unsure and finally decided to call her Lady Galina.
"Okay, Ms. Galina."
Galina looks about 30 years old, has long brown hair with some natural curls, and is wearing a brown linen dress that is most common in the village of Laxius. According to Brutus's observation when receiving bread yesterday, he saw
Most women wear this kind of clothing, with several eye-catching patches on their clothes.
Her face looked inexplicably haggard and pale. According to Brutus's evaluation, Galina could be regarded as still charming. Subjectively speaking, she could be regarded as one of the most beautiful women he had ever seen in the village.
——Of course, he saw no more than 15 people yesterday.
"Marcus must have caused you a lot of trouble..."
"No, he has obviously helped me a lot, I have to thank him." Brutus quickly added the polite words, and then the three of them fell into a subtle embarrassment.
After all, they really seemed to have nothing to talk about?
Brutus looked at Marcus and broke the awkward feeling: "Marcus, let's go get today's breakfast."
"Okay, Mr. Brutus." Marcus also noticed the stagnation in the atmosphere and replied quickly.
On the way to the mill, Brutus explained to Marcus: "Sorry, Marcus, I'm not very good at dealing with this kind of interpersonal communication."
"It's okay, Mr. Brutus. My mother hasn't spoken to another man in a while."
Brutus always thought this was strange, so he simply stopped talking about it.
"By the way, Mr. Brutus, what were you doing just now?" Seeing Brutus' silence, Marcus knew that he didn't want to continue talking about the incident.
"Well, it should be considered a kind of exercise."
Or maybe I'm suffering from chuunibyou... Brutus secretly complained about his childish behavior.
Marcus was inexplicably happy: "Ah, does this count as exercise? Then I think I can do it too! Find a straight wooden stick, use the long one as a knight's spear, and the short one as a long sword."
"Then imagine an imaginary enemy, preferably the worst devil in the world, and I am the most heroic knight." Brutus took up what Marcus said, "fight him for three hundred rounds, and finally kill him with the sword.
Next, create an era of peace."
The two of them suddenly burst into laughter, and even laughed so hard that they couldn't stand upright. After a while, they remembered that they had to get breakfast.
"Mr. Brutus, that stick you found is really straight."
"That's for sure. I searched nearby for a long time early in the morning. It's really difficult to find such a long one." Brutus smiled proudly, "But this can indeed be regarded as one of the best.
Exercise, although the effect is very small."
"As an adventurer, having good martial arts skills or having excellent escape ability should be basic skills. Unfortunately, I obviously didn't meet the standards, otherwise I wouldn't have been seriously injured and fell near the village."
Marcus suddenly realized: "So you plan to practice marksmanship?"
Brutus nodded: "Yes, but since I don't have a suitable weapon, I had to make do with a wooden stick first."
"I think I know where to find it. There seems to be a spear in the warehouse."
"Really, you can go and have a look after that." Brutus felt that he was lucky to have a pillow when he was really dozing off now, "but can we take it away without permission?"
"As long as the items in the warehouse are accounted for, it is the public property of the villagers."
After they finished breakfast, Brutus and Marcus came to the warehouse, opened the door and walked in. Marcus took Brutus to the innermost part of the warehouse. There was a long and narrow box in the left corner.
A wooden box covered with an oilcloth.
Marcus pointed to the box under the oilcloth and introduced to Brutus: "This box contains the spear I mentioned before. It is said that this is the weapon of the first village chief. It has the blessing of blessing. Only after passing through it
Only those who recognize it can fully grasp its power.
The classic saying that the older you get, the stronger you get... Brutus has already complained about this, but it is indeed understandable. After all, the indigenous people in some places can develop nuclear fusion technology.
Some can even dig out things like Titans from the ground...
After listening to the settings honestly, Brutus lifted off the oilcloth with a serious face, and then placed his hands on the upper part of the wooden box.
He looked at Marcus aside: "Is there any ceremony required to open it?"
"Ah? I don't think it's necessary?" Marcus was not prepared for this question and hesitated, "We have never done any ceremony before opening this box."
It seemed that all the children in the village wanted to prove that they were the chosen one... Brutus understood this kind of secondary idea very well, and he opened the wooden box with just a little force on his hands.
Brutus saw a two-meter-long spear, and the spear body seemed to be glowing with a slightly dim silver light. He asked Marcus in confusion: "Have you seen the silver light on the spear body?"
?"
"No, sir."
Brutus felt that this seemed to be a joke on him. As a foreigner, no, it was unbelievable to think that someone from another world could use blessed weapons.
He tried to pick up the spear, and it was surprisingly light. Holding it felt like it was an extension of his body. The only drawback was that he didn't know how to spear, even if he got the blessed weapon.
Using it will also lead to blindness.
"I have a few questions. How many years ago was the first village chief? Did he leave any instructions on how to tell whether he was a recognized person?"
"I heard adults say it seems to be almost two hundred years ago?" Marcus was not sure about this, "but what is certain is that he did not leave any way to identify it."
"But according to what Mayor Lorenzo said, when an approved person gets this spear, he will know that he can use it."
"Like this?" Brutus weighed the spear in his hand easily.
Marcus looked a little surprised: "I think... it should be so, Mr. Brutus."