Chapter 189: This thing can be used safely! (Additional 7/10 for the light dreams of the lord)

Familiar and strange feelings, and after the coincidence of Meg Alex's soul, Meg sometimes can't tell who the memory is, but he is too lazy to entangle, simply as his own, anyway, those things There is no way to separate them, and it is like he really experienced the general, instead of watching from the third perspective, recalling no sense of disobedience.
Another reason is that since there is no way to go back, it is better to integrate into the world better. Now, at least Amy has made him want to guard and make a variety of foods to see the guests enjoy their pleasure when they have a sense of accomplishment. The world is a new life for him and wants to live a good life.
"It seems to be a suitable person to use a sword." In the eyes of McGonagall, Meg's eyes brightened. There were no fewer than 3,000 weapons forged from his hands for hundreds of years. I have seen too many guests, including swordsmen with sharp edges. There are heavy-loaded knights with no epee and no front, and there are also rookies who are just out of the woods.
Among these people, he has seen many powerful swordsmen. After holding the sword, there are not many people who can create a mysterious sense of fit with the sword, and there is nothing more than a swordsman who picks one.
Quite strangely, unlike a McGonagall who is good at using swords, he has brought him an inexplicable sense of fit when he holds the sword, as if the sword was customized for him.
"Is it because I often use a kitchen knife, so when I hold a sword, I have more spirituality and experience than an ordinary person?" In the mind, he thought about himself and found a suitable answer.
"Mai Boss, is it too heavy?" Harvey asked with some concerns. He still wants to eat meat at noon, and Meg can't be injured.
"It's okay, it's a bit heavy." McGonagall resisted the urge to play a sword, and smiled and put the sword back on the shelf. For him, the weight should be just right, according to his mind. The experience, his current strength to use this sword, just to take the most of those in the mind now to the extreme.
Of course, the current body nutrition is still a little behind, so the only simple part of it can be used, but it should be able to beat the Cavaliers.
The Cavaliers are the main force of humanity in the race of the race. The Knights are also guarded at the border of the Empire, the most powerful deterrent to the aliens.
A knight will pass the certification of the Knights Guild and get the badge of the rank. Only then will it be recognized as a rookie knight. If the certification fails, it will be called the Knight of the Fall.
Of course, in the military camp, the knights below the third level are generally referred to by the veterans as rookies. It is a tradition that has been maintained for more than one hundred years, and more is an encouragement and supervision of the recruits and young knights.
The first-level knight's certification standard is subdivided into several articles. First, the Knight's Law must be examined. The Knights' Guild will issue the uniforms and unify the questions. Those who fail to pass the exams will not be able to take the subsequent exams.
The next test is to ask for the ability to lift a 150kg weight of stone for ten seconds.
In the end, the sword test method requires mastery of basic swordsmanship, and can be skillfully used in actual combat, and has practical combat ability.
Three steps, the feeling of giving McGonagall is similar to the test driver's license. The subjects are not too good. Don't think about it later. You can close the door and practice your own life. You will be on the road. You are the horse, take it out. I will know.
When McGonagall vowed to test it himself, the result was reversed and hanged three times. Later, it was a certificate that was directly spent on money. Then, every year, he received a stack of illegal tickets. Anyway, he could not stop.
While McGonagall has now restored his normal body, it should be a little hard to hold a 150kg stone for ten seconds, but the swordsmanship in his mind and countless battle experiences are enough to fill the gap in strength.
In actual combat, power does not determine the outcome, flexibility, swordsmanship can change the outcome.
After trying the weight, McGonagall did not continue to stay on the weapon. He turned to look at Harvey and was a little curious: "Hello hasn't returned yet?"
"The news just came last night, the tribal war is over. Our tribe has won a total victory under the leadership of my brother, annihilated and captured all the enemies, and regained control of the gold mine. My brother is not big. The problem is that the hand is hurt, and in a few days it will come back to the city of chaos." Haha said with a smile, it looks very good.
"That's good." McGonagall nodded with a smile. He had a bad impression of the silent big man. He was still worried about his safety. He was relieved to hear that he was fine. Amy also sang once in the last two days. .
"Then you talk, I am going to meet a friend." Haha said, walking straight out the door.
"Mai Boss likes swords?" Ink came forward and looked at McGonagall and said, just that McGonagall said that the sword was too heavy, but he felt that the sword was just right, which made him a bit strange.
"Men should have a dream of being a knight. Before I picked up the kitchen knife, I also had it." McGonagall said with a smile.
Going forward, his eyes swept over a piece of weapon on the weapon rack, and finally landed on a somewhat messy sketch on a small table inside.
On top of it is a spherical object, which is a cross-sectional view. It is filled with various things, and the sulphur, charcoal, and saltpeter are marked with scribbled lettering.
"Is this?" McGonagall picked up, this thing is incredible.
"Mai Boss, this is the last thing I told you that can make a lot of energy, but until now I haven't researched how it can be used to get the most out of it." In the white, I smiled bitterly. Said.
"This thing can be used safely. It is not a joke to blow up." McGonagall swallowed a slobber. It felt like someone suddenly found out that your grandfather was studying bombs at home every day, thinking about doing something. Big news, this carelessness is to be brought to heaven.
"Yeah, not enough, I always feel that the power is still worse. The dragon skin is thick and thick, it is not so easy to kill, and how to get this thing to the dragon is also the problem I want to solve now." "The white brow was deeply wrinkled, and the whole person seemed to be a lot older and fell into meditation."
"You think slowly, I will go back and prepare the ingredients first." McGregor started to slip, not knowing where the white powder was obtained from the gunpowder formula, and it was not powerful enough.
Although he expressed sympathy for the death of the white father by the dragon, Meg did not want to introduce the world into the hot weapon era so quickly.
"System, how much is the weight of the sword just now?" Out of the weapons shop, McGonagall asked in his heart.
"One thousand gold coins, quality assurance! Nursery rhyme!" The sound of the system sounded.
"Don't you say that it is cheaper than children's toys?" McGonagall raised his eyebrows.