In the end, the pearl was naturally bought by the old man.

According to him, the pearl was a rare jewel for ordinary people, but it was a rare treasure for astrologers, which could be used to construct a glass spirit ball to help observe the stars in the sky.

"I lost."

After the old man left, Gerald said with some frustration.

But his disappointment was only the loss of his eyesight, and nothing else.

Because he didn't think he was going to lose to a subordinate of a footman.

In the entire Lancaster City, he didn't dare to say that he was the strongest, and he couldn't even send the top three among the city captains and knights, but compared to ordinary people, there was no doubt about the strength he had cultivated since childhood.

On the day Gerald left the school three years ago, his teacher had said that he was no longer weaker than the average bishop.

As a warrior who excels in melee combat and speed, if he is not far from the enemy, he can even kill the bishop of the Seven Heavenly Father's Church without taking any damage!

A subordinate of a mere footman can't be stronger than a bishop, right?

When he thought so, he didn't know that Manie had already arranged him clearly in his heart.

'Level 35, higher than the Evil Bone Archbishop, but the template is just an ordinary template, not even an elite monster ......' Mane glanced at the text on the other party's head, disdainful.

Although he died a bit too much, the existence of the money ability still made him bite the tail of the first-line player tightly and crossed the threshold of level 40.

Theoretically, even if he did it himself, he could beat this young man who didn't know the height of the sky, but to this day, even if he didn't believe in evil, Manie was a little frightened of his unlucky physique that could turn magic into decay.

If there is really some accident in the end of the game and he is hammered by this guy, wouldn't it become a joke among the players?

With this in mind, when Manie made a contract before, he said that he would let the other party fight his 'subordinates', rather than playing in person.

"Where are your subordinates? Let him come over, you don't need to go anywhere else, rest assured, the winner will be decided in the courtyard at the door......"

Gerald was still clamoring, and Manie confirmed through the player forums that the reinforcements he had asked for had arrived.

"He'll be there soon, please wait a minute."

Sure enough, not long after Mane finished speaking, a strange commotion came from outside the door.

Then, a strange figure appeared at the door.

It was a man with a body and limbs that looked like a normal person, and in his hand he held an extraordinarily elongated, single-edged sword in his hand - normal until this point.

But there seems to be something wrong with the other party's head, with a pink flounder head on it, and at first glance, it looks as if the whole head has been swallowed by the flounder, which is indescribably weird......

In the horizon that only the player can see, the word 'Mufasha' floats above the tail of the flounder.

“…… I don't ask you how you normally are, but in this more serious situation, can you please dress normally? Mane whispered to the flounder, "At least take off this ridiculous hood for me!" ”

"But I refuse! This is the 'Ultimate Flounder Hood' with a taunt effect that I drew from the Golden World prize pool in a previous event, and it is unique to all players! No matter how many people want it, they can't get it! Mufasha refused without hesitation, and his tone was still full of pride: "Besides, it's just a level 35 miscellaneous soldier, and it's not a big task, and it won't take much work." ”

Manny thought about it for a moment and felt that what the other party said made sense.

Anyway, sooner or later, the player's sand sculpture attributes will be exposed to the big shots of Lancaster, so now it's up to him to do this kind of trivial thing......

Because both sides felt that it was a one-sided crushing battle, they didn't plan to go to the training ground, but they just planned to solve it in the courtyard.

However, Gerald felt that Mufasha's hood was too sandy, and that it was disrespectful to himself and the master he served, and planned to give some color to the other party in the battle.

As a knight who received an elite education from an early age, Jerodel was well aware of the importance of being calm in battle.

Although he has not yet reached the level of 'spiegel stops the water and does not panic', he will not be easily provoked by the enemy and become angry.

I don't know why, when facing Mufasha wearing a flounder hood, as soon as he sees the big and small dead fish eyes on the other party's hood, an evil fire will inexplicably ignite in his heart, constantly teasing and burning his heart, making him feel an urge to blow up the other party.

And driven by this impulse, after symbolically testing and observing the other party for a moment, he took the lead in attacking.

But it makes no sense.

No matter how much he attacks, the opponent can always easily parry his attacks.

The other party even had the margin to say something like "I didn't even have a dangerous word, it's really a vegetable", although Gerald didn't understand what it meant, but it was obviously some kind of mocking words.

This made Gerald even more tempo of his attacks, and the weapons of the two of them continued to burst out of sparks in the intermingling, and there was a tinkling sound like striking iron.

But until now, the sword has been taken out so many times, but it has not even been able to touch the corners of the opponent's clothes.

Gerald had never experienced such a battle, and everything he did seemed to be useless, just in vain.

"Are you just going to block!" Gerald angrily scolded, "Coward! ”

Then he was easily flicked off the long sword by the other party, kicked it away, rolled on the ground or two, and then hit the root of the wall, opening his mouth and closing his eyes to gasp for cold air.

"Did you throw in the towel?" Flounder asked.

"Recognize your horse!"

Gerald, who had calmed down a little because of the pain, was once again carried away by the evil fire, picked up the long sword that had fallen next to him, and stepped forward to fight again.

But this time it was a faster defeat.

His own sword was easily pulled away, and the blade of the opponent was stuck to his neck like a poisonous snake in the next moment.

"In all fairness, your swordsmanship isn't bad." Flounder's tone was no different from just now, not even a little panting, as if he had just done some insignificant warm-up exercises: "However, your sword is just a matter of continuous training every day, and you have to practice with your seniors and teachers, right?" This kind of swordsmanship, which has not been tempered by the danger of dying, without the slightest blood and pain, without consciousness and perseverance, will not hurt me. ”

"Just a civilian...... Then you've experienced a few more deaths! Gerald asked, unconvinced.

"How many deaths have you ever experienced? That kind of thing has long been forgotten. Flounder put his sword back into its scabbard and said indifferently, "Who remembers how many slices of bread they have eaten?" ”

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Chapter 250: A sword that doesn't even have a dangerous word can't hurt me