Chapter 250: Swords that don't even have danger words can't hurt me!

Finally, the pearl was bought by the old man.
According to him, the pearl is just a rare jewel for the average person, but it is a rare treasure for an astrologer, which can be used to build a glass spirit ball to help observe the stars in the sky.
"I lost."
After the old man left, Gerold said with a little loss.
But his loss was only a loss of his own eyesight, and nothing else.
Because he didn't feel like he would lose to a subordinate of an expert businessman.
Throughout Lancaster City, he didn't dare to say that he was the strongest. He could not even rank in the top three among the Knights of the Captain, but compared to ordinary people, his strength from exercise was undoubted.
The day Gerrold started three years ago, his teacher said that he was no weaker than an ordinary bishop.
As a fighter who is good at melee and speed, if he is not far from the enemy, he can even kill the bishop in the Church of the Seven Heavens Father without injury!
A subordinate of a pedantic businessman, how could it be better than a bishop?
When he thought this way, he didn't know that Magnet had already made him clear in his heart.
‘Level 35 is higher than the Archbishop of Evil Bone, but the template is just an ordinary template, not even an elite monster ...’ Magne glanced at the text on the other side ’s head, disdainful under his heart.
Although it was a bit dead, the existence of banknote ability still made him bite the player's tail tightly, crossing the threshold of level 40.
Theoretically, he can hang this young man who does not know the heights and heights even if he does it himself, but even today, even if he doesn't believe in evil, Magne is a little bit frightened of his unfortunate physique that can turn magic into decay.
If there is any accident in the end, if this guy smashed it, wouldn't it have become a joke among players?
With this in mind, when Magne concluded the contract before, he said that he wanted the opponent to fight with his ‘subordinates’ instead of playing in person.
"Where is your subordinate? Let him come over, no need to go elsewhere, rest assured, in the courtyard at the door, you can quickly determine the outcome ..."
Gerald was still clamoring, and Magne also confirmed through the player forum that the reinforcements he had requested had arrived.
"He will be here soon, please wait a moment."
Sure enough, as soon as Mane had said this, strange noises came from outside the door.
Then a weird figure appeared at the door.
It was a man whose limbs looked indistinguishable from ordinary people, holding a particularly slender single-edged sword in his hand-until now it was normal.
But the other person ’s head seemed to have a problem. A pink halibut hood was put on it. At first glance, it seemed as if the whole head had been swallowed by the halibut. There was something weird to say ...
In the view that only the player can see, the word "Mufasa" floats above the halibut's tail.
"... I don't ask you what you usually do, but in this more serious situation, can you ask me to dress normally?" Magne whispered to the flounder, "At least take this ridiculous headgear for me. ! "
"But I refused it! This is the one I got from the Golden World prize pool of the previous event. The mocking" Halibut hood "is the only one for all players! How many people ca n’t get it!" Mu Fasha He refused without hesitation, and was proud of his tone: "Moreover, it's just a 35-level miscellaneous soldier. It's not a big task, and it doesn't take much time."
Magne thought about it, and felt that the other person said something was justified.
Anyway, players' sand sculpture attributes will be exposed to Lancaster's big man sooner or later, and now such small things are left to him ...
Because both sides felt that it was a side-by-side crushing battle, they didn't plan to go to the training ground, but just settled in the courtyard.
However, Gerold felt that Muffasa's hood was too sand sculptured, and it was disrespect to himself and the host he served, and he planned to give the other side a color in the battle.
As an elder knight who had been educated by elites since childhood, Jerodel knew the importance of calmness in battle.
Although he has not reached the level of "stopping the mirror and staying calm", he will not be easily provoked and angered by the enemy.
But I do n’t know why, when facing Mufasha wearing a flounder hood, as soon as he saw the large and small dead fish eyes on the other side ’s hood, his heart would inexplicably ignite a wicked fire, constantly burning and burning Holding his heart, made him urge to burst the other side.
Driven by this impulse, he took the lead in making attacks after symbolically testing and observing each other for a moment.
But it makes no sense.
No matter how he attacks, the opponent can easily parry his attack.
The other party even Yu Yu said, "Even dangerous words did not appear, it really is very good." Although Gerald did not understand what it meant, it was obviously a kind of sarcasm.
This made Gerald couldn't help speeding up his own attack. The two's weapons continued to splash Mars in the interlacing, and they also made a tinkling sound like iron.
But until now, the sword has been issued so many times, but not even the other person's clothing corner.
Gerald had never experienced such a fight, and everything he did seemed to be useless, but in vain.
"Will you just block?" Gerald scolded angrily: "Coward!"
Then he was easily opened by the opponent, kicked and kicked, hit two rolls on the ground, and hit the root of the wall. He opened his mouth and closed his eyes and drew the air conditioner.
"Do you admit defeat?" Asked the flounder.
"Recognize your horse!"
Gerold, who had been a little calm because of the pain, was stunned by the evil fire again ~ EbookFREE.me ~ Picked up the long sword beside him and went forward to fight again.
But this time he lost even faster.
His sword was easily opened, and the opponent's blade was stuck to his neck like a viper in the next moment.
"In all fairness, your sword skills are pretty good." The tone of the flounder was no different from what it was just now, not even a little bit of panting, as if you just did some trivial warm-up exercises: "However, your sword just keeps exercising every day. It ’s made by studying with senior teachers and the like? This sword skill, which has not been tempered by the danger of dying, does not hurt me without blood and pain, and without awareness and persistence. "
"A mere civilian ... then how many deaths have you experienced!" Gerald asked indignantly.
"How many deaths have you experienced? That kind of thing has long been forgotten." The flounder retrieved the sword into the scabbard and said calmly, "Who remembers how many slices of bread I have eaten?"