readx;? Chapter 11 The Leatherman

"Well, how can you say it......" Zhao Mian looked at Jiuyuan who was hunched down and panting not far away with a toothache, "Where did you learn this skill? Japanese kendo looks a bit like that, but it's too serious, this is a knife for practicing the heart, not a knife for killing, it's too focused on traces, it's okay to use it for self-defense, it's too reluctant to use it against the enemy." Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info As for physical arts...... In addition to some small movements, you focus too much on strength, and you are not a strength player with a thousand strengths, there is no need to focus on an attack to cause as high damage as possible, with such an agile good skill, it is a better choice to use the weapon to constantly accumulate small injuries to constantly weaken the enemy and finally get the victory. ”

"Hah...... Ha ......" Jiuyuan gasped for a while before she recovered a little, and she stood up with the broken sword in her hand, "This ...... These...... It's all homeschool......"

It was the second day of arriving in London, under the gloomy sky people wrapped up their clothes and quickly walked through the damp alleys, in the dark corners where no one was looking, a group of obsessed rats were gnawing on the cat's corpses, the royal family had fled to Oxford for refuge as early as last year, and even the law and order judiciary had already fled from this increasingly rat hole, leaving only a large number of civilians who could not afford to stay away from here.

This was a massive plague outbreak in Europe that began in 1665, with more than 60,000 people dying in London alone, and more than 10,000 wooden houses abandoned in the plague, which was one of the factors that led to the rapid spread of the Great Fire of London. The doors and windows of these houses were nailed with wooden planks, ignoring the fact that this only gave rats more room to live, and in the dark cellars of these houses, full of rotting rice and other things, these gray-haired plagues flourished, and even attacked livestock or unsuspecting humans in droves on dark nights.

People prayed for God's forgiveness under the threat of illness, people deeply influenced by medieval religious thought attributed these illnesses to God's punishment, and even made red chalk marks on the outside of houses where sick people lived, although these measures even led to the Reformation, but it is clear that everyone in modern times knows that only medicine can save these guys, although the cure cannot save the Chinese, but it is still no problem to save the Europeans.

But these things have little to do with Zhao Mian for the time being, he walked alone through this dark city, the face under the hood was hidden in the shadows, most of the residents of the city avoided him, in this terrible era, no one wanted to care about the life and death of other people, only the broken animal corpses on the ground and he formed some strange patterns.

After walking for about an hour and a half, Zhao Mian finally stopped in front of an old-looking house - this was the information he had exchanged for a few pieces of jerky, and the local residents pointed out that there was a good cobbler and tailor living in the place, but no matter how much he raised the price, no one was willing to lead the way. Zhao Mian turned around and looked at the houses along the way, almost all the houses were marked with red crosses, and the windows and doors were fixed, except for the one in front of him, the residents here were probably only a few rats.

Maybe it was the antibodies produced by his ancestors, or the effect of magic or alchemy, Zhao Mian didn't want to delve into the reason, he just came to find a craftsman who could customize leather armor, not a religious fanatic who came to judge heretics - despite thinking about it, he stopped his movements when he was about to knock on the door.

"The smell of sulfur. He frowned and withdrew his arm, took two steps back to re-examine the dilapidated-looking building in front of him—like the other houses around it, it was just an ordinary dwelling, with a nameplate nailed to the mottled door: "The Grove House", and nothing else. The house wasn't huge, the two-story building looked like a house that a less nervous family could own, and the small lawn in front of the door was littered with the carcasses of cats and dogs, but there were signs of trimming not so long ago. There were shelves for drying leather outside the windowsill of the house, and there were still traces of paint in the gutter behind the house, which proved that there was indeed a tailor living here, and that there was no problem with the information obtained in exchange for the jerky.

After quickly circling the house twice, Zhao Mian returned to the front of the house again, he bent down and grabbed a handful of soil and sniffed it carefully before taking it to his nose, and then used the holy light to cauterize the soil in small quantities - the soil made a sound similar to that of a rotten object being burned, and red-black smoke evaporated from it, just as expected, it was the footprints of those guys, "One...... Devil? No, it should be a devil. ”

"The devil is interested in a cobbler, and a cobbler has nothing to offer to entertain them, and a fragile soul is not enough to be a good meal. Zhao Mian casually lifted the handful of dirt, patted the residue on his hand as well, and then reached out and knocked on the door of this room, "Anyway...... Let's take a look at the situation first. ”

"Knock knock. The sound of a knock on the door echoed in the center of the dead land, and the sudden sound broke the original atmosphere of the place, and the rats that probed their brains quickly hid back in the ditches and empty houses, and the scavenging crows soared into the air, leaving a few ominous cries in the air.

The response from inside the house was very late, almost two minutes after the knock on the door, and finally someone approached the door.

"Who are you?" the man in the room opened the observation port on the door and looked at Zhao Mian outside the door, his emerald green eyes looking at the man in front of him with wariness, his eyes full of unfriendliness and distrust - but despite this, she still politely did not directly drive away others.

"Hello...... Lady. Zhao Mian raised his eyebrows in some surprise, but this did not prevent him from acting next, he lifted his hood to reveal his yellow-skinned face, "I have a job I want to entrust to Mr. Gus......"

"I'm sorry, my father can't accept your commission right now, please come back. But the voice from behind the door was cold and repulsive, and the owner of the voice closed the observation port at once, and withdrew his beautiful emerald green eyes, "He is sick and needs attention." ”

"Yes......" Zhao Mian smiled softly, he caught a grain of powder blown out of the vent by the breeze with his fingers, this dust that emitted a wonderful seven-colored light in the shadows, and told him some wonderful truths, "So, how about we talk about another deal?" he shouted at the door, "about diseases, devils, contracts, and goblins." ”

There was silence in the room, but this time it didn't take long for the emerald green eyes to appear in the observation of the door, still full of distrust and vigilance, but beyond that, fear also took over a corner.

She could almost be said to glare at Zhao Mian viciously, but she helplessly showed a somewhat yielding posture, and asked in a low voice, "Who are you?"

"An adventurer passing by. Zhao Mian smiled at her in a friendly manner, "Also, don't you show me your beautiful wings? ”