Chapter 1654: Staggered Meeting (9)

A sonorous !------------ an incomparably crisp voice sounded in front of Odin's father's head. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info However, this is not the sound of the blade of the crimson demon knife embedded in the old man's skull, but the sound of the blade and the hammer used by the old man to strike iron collide with each other, and the golden stone sound bursts out in an instant!

"Hey, hey, it's a dragon. Stupid and impulsive, every action is so predictable. Daddy Odin sneered and said, "But put away your knife." When I say I need your blood, I don't mean to kill you. Just literally ask for your blood, and a few drops will suffice. ＂

Starlight Dragon's brow jumped, "What's the use of this, a few drops of dragon blood is enough to completely revive a worn-out weapon?"

"Normally it's impossible, but as I said, it's a gamble, and you don't have much to lose anyway, just a few drops of blood. ＂

Countless green tendons appeared from the corners of the Evil Star's forehead, and he complained fiercely: "No! The loss is great, my father's sword has been broken by you!"

"Poof. Daddy let out a dry laugh and changed his words: "Anyway, it's already broken, and you have nothing to lose, so it's not a big deal to contribute a few more drops of dragon blood." ＂

Evil Star was stunned for a moment: "This is what humans often say, should a dead horse be a live horse doctor...... ＂

"So do you want to give me blood, stingy?" said Daddy, teasingly.

Evil Star was stunned for a moment, then took out a spare dagger from his waist and placed it in the palm of his hand: "I'll believe you again, dead old man." If I found out you're lying to me, I'm not just going to kill you. ------Well, how do you give it?"

"Here, let the blood drip on the broken sword. Daddy Odin instructed.

Evil Star muttered curses as he slit his palm, dripping dragon blood onto his father's broken sword.

But this is not fiction, this is reality. In fact, it was just a few drops of dragon blood, although it contained magic power, but it was not a particularly remarkable thing------ dragon blood dripped on the broken sword, and it was impossible to restore the broken sword.

"You're lying to me, aren't you? a few drops of blood can repair a broken sword, what a superstitious claim. So the star continued to complain. The wound on his palm had begun to heal, and a few drops of dragon blood were indeed not a particularly big loss for him, but the broken sword was still broken, and there was no sign of repair. His father's relics were knocked off by the old man like this, which really made Xinghui Long feel distressed.

"No, no, no, you only know how to look at things, so you dragons are stupid. The old man explained with a sneer, and did not forget to mock the evil star: "It is not difficult to reforge the broken sword, but the problem is to let it have [gods] in it, and make it a qualified dragon warrior."

I think I've already told you. In order for the dragon warrior to produce [gods], it is usually necessary to use the bones of dead dragons. However, this sword was the work of an experimental nature in my youth, when only one rib of your biological father was taken to make it. Your father was not dead at that time, and [the gods] did not appear in this sword. ＂

＂...... I know that, and then?" Starlight Dragon became, bewildering the more he listened.

"Now, judging from what I just said, your father is dead, right?"

Evil Star looked as if he had been pricked by a needle in his buttocks, and looked uncomfortable: "Hmm." ＂

"And I can feel the breath of the Titans from you. Let me guess. You inherited the soul spar after his death?"

As if a mouthful of phlegm was sticking to his throat, he snorted depressedly, "...... Well. ＂

"The next speculation is more superstitious, believe it or not. Father Odin then said, "I asked for a few drops of dragon blood from you, not because of the magic in it, but because I wanted to send a message to this dragon warrior without [gods] ------ news of your father's death."

Your father wasn't dead when I made this sword, so there's no way to awaken the magic of this sword. But what will happen to your father now that he knows of his death?"

＂...... That's. Evil Star endured it for a long time, and finally complained dissatisfiedly, "This won't be useful. You're wasting your time.

It was originally a broken sword with no magical power, and no matter how much it was remade, it was impossible to suddenly have magical power. What's more, it's a fantasy that you told the sword about my father's death. ＂

"People tend to be superstitious when they get older, don't you know?" Father Odin ignored Evilstar's taunt and began to pound the broken sword with dragon blood, sending it into the furnace to make the broken parts overlap.

"Anyway, you can come back to me tomorrow morning. Even if I can't unleash the special power within, I'll at least give it back to you in a brand new state. That's always okay, right?"

＂...... What is the price?" Evil Star became suspicious, "I don't believe that you will help me cultivate my sword unconditionally like this." ＂

"Hmph, today's young people talk about the price of everything, as if they think that people all over the world want to take advantage of them. The old man snorted: "This is the dragon martial that I forged, and seeing my weapon fall to this point, isn't it a matter of course to want to repair it?

"But forget it. Without waiting for the star to frown, Father Odin continued, "In order to get you down the stairs, I'll just charge you a little price." Go, go find the dragon fellow you hate the most in your life, and want to beat him the most, and go and beat him up. You will beat him to great wounds and humiliate him in every way, but you must not kill him. Then you take his spine out of him and bring it to me. That's the price of helping you repair your sword. It doesn't matter when you're done, I'm not in a hurry anyway. ＂

Evil Star snorted, "Are you going to let me kill my kind?"

"Phew, even if I don't let you do it, you savage flying lizards always do. Is there a difference if you do one more and one less?"

When the other party said this, Xinghui Long was immediately speechless.

"Good. I'll help you get your hands on a dragon's vertebrae. But if the other party is still alive, will they make this weapon with no special powers, right?

Daddy Odin smiled mysteriously: "I said it all, this is just an experiment at best. The result is not important, what matters is the process. ＂

Evil Star snorted in confusion, took off a small golden dragon scale from his body, and left it on the ground: "Go first." I'll come back tomorrow to get my sword. ＂

The old man's [whew] was a farewell. Starlight Dragon didn't bother with Odin Daddy, opened a portal, and jumped in.

At the same time, Bediwell, who was on his way back, suddenly became hungry.

Since the gravitational beam could not pass through the barrier of the Cairo Black Market and shoot directly into it to pick up Bedeville, he had to walk out of the Black Market. And because Bediwell didn't want to eat on the Desert Ship------ as soon as he heard that the Desert Ship's food was made of air and water, he immediately lost his appetite. He thinks that if it's just a snack like french fries, synthetic food can be tasted, but for dinner, it's better to find a restaurant and eat something really nutritious.

Fortunately, there was no shortage of restaurants in the black market in Cairo, where he was located. In the final analysis, the people who buy and sell here are still a group of creatures, and if there is a creature, there will be a hungry stomach, and if there is a demand, there will be a business opportunity, and this Cairo black market has not only shops selling all kinds of weapons and equipment, but also hundreds of restaurants and restaurants, large and small. If you want to eat, just pick one of these restaurants------ in theory. However, Bediwell was not short of money in his pocket, and he now wanted to eat this meal in Cairo's black market on a whim before leaving, so he did not want to choose a random restaurant, but selectively found a place to eat.

In terms of [eating], Bediwell was a man who could be extremely casual and eat a bun even for a meal, but when he made up his mind to be picky, he could also be very picky, and he would not stop until he chose the most desirable restaurant.

He looked around.

First of all, those restaurants with very untidy facades are not up to the mark. There is no way to even tidy up the façade, and God knows what the kitchens of those restaurants look like? Even if you don't have a bad stomach when you eat in this kind of restaurant, just thinking about the ingredients of the food may be crawled by cockroaches in the kitchen and gnawed by rats, it makes people lose their appetite.

Secondly, since he was going out to eat, Bediwell was still in Cairo, the capital of Egypt, so it was better to eat according to the locals, and if you want to eat traditional Egyptian dishes, you can't eat British cuisine in Egypt, right?

Again, the overly luxuriously decorated shops are clearly just trying to defraud the big high-rollers out of their money, and although they look high-end, they can't expect to eat any authentic Egyptian specialties from them. So Bediwell vetoed several other restaurants.

As if it were fate, Bediwell chose only the only restaurant he liked and walked in. The restaurant isn't huge, the façade is clean and Egyptian-style, but not so luxurious that it's extravagant, everything meets Bedivel's standards.

Finally satisfied, finding a seat and sitting down, Bediwell had just picked up the restaurant's menu and was about to order. A familiar voice came to his ear: "Uh, boss?"

Bediwell frowned and turned his head to look. The man was none other than Lawrence, who had been chased away from the sand boat by Bedeville about an hour earlier.