Familiar and unfamiliar feelings, after overlapping with McGonagall Alex's soul, McGonagall sometimes can't tell whose memory it is, but he doesn't bother to entangle, he simply treats it as his own, anyway, there is no way to separate those things, and it's as if he really experienced it, instead of watching it from a third perspective, and there is no sense of disobedience in recall.

Another reason is that since there is no way to go back, it is better to better integrate into this world, and now at least Amy makes him want to protect, make all kinds of food and see the guests enjoy it with a sense of accomplishment, this world is a new life for him, and he wants to live a good life.

"Seems to be a good person to use a sword." Mo Bai's eyes lit up as he looked at McGonagall, there were no less than three thousand weapons forged from his hands over the centuries, and he had seen too many guests, including sharp swordsmen, heavy knights with heavy swords without blades, and rookie warriors who had just come out.

Among these people, he has seen many powerful swordsmen, and after holding the sword, there are not many people who can have a mysterious sense of fit with the sword, and all of them are swordsmen who are one in a hundred.

Strangely, unlike McGonagall, who is good at using swords, when she holds this sword, it gives him an inexplicable sense of fit, as if this sword is custom-made for him.

"Could it be that because I often hold a kitchen knife, I have more spirituality and experience than ordinary people when I hold a sword?" Mo Bai thought in his heart and found a suitable answer for himself.

"Boss Mai, isn't it too heavy?" Hello also asked with some concern, he still wants to eat meat buns at noon, McGonagall must not be hurt.

"It's okay, it's a bit heavy." McGonagall resisted the urge to play a set of swordsmanship, smiled and put the sword back on the shelf, for him now, this weight should actually be just right, according to the experience in his head, his current strength with this sword, just enough to exert the sassy operations in his mind now.

Of course, the current body nutrition is still a bit unable to keep up, so what can be used is only the simplest part of it, but it should be able to beat the first-class knight.

Knights are the main fighting force of human beings in racial wars, and the knight legion is also the most powerful deterrent to aliens now guarding the borders of the empire.

A knight must pass the certification of the knight guild and get the badge of the rank to be recognized, and before that, he will become a rookie knight, and if the certification fails, he will be called a knight.

Of course, in the barracks, knights below the third level are generally called rookies by veterans, which is a tradition that has been maintained for more than a hundred years, and it is more of an encouragement and supervision for new recruits and young knights.

The criteria for the recognition of first-class knights are subdivided into several articles, first of all, the knight law must be tested, which will be uniformly issued by the knight guild, and the questions will be uniformly issued, and those who cannot pass the test will not be able to take the subsequent exam.

Next, the strength test is required to be able to lift a 150kg weight stone for 10 seconds.

Finally, the swordsmanship test requires proficiency in basic swordsmanship, being able to use it proficiently in actual combat, and having actual combat ability.

Three steps, to McGonagall feel similar to the driver's license test, subject one but not, don't even think about the test later, subject two can be closed the door to practice by yourself, subject three is about to go on the road, whether it is a donkey or a horse, take it out and walk it.

McGonagall swore that she would do her own research, but she reversed the car and hung up three times, and then she paid for the certificate directly, and then she could receive a stack of tickets for illegal parking every year, but she couldn't park anyway.

And although McGonagall has now returned to her normal body, it should be a bit difficult to lift a 150kg stone for ten seconds, but those swordsmanship in her head, as well as countless combat experience, are enough to fill the gap in strength.

In actual combat, strength does not determine the outcome of the battle, flexibility, swordsmanship, etc., can change the outcome.

After trying the weight, McGonagall didn't continue to stay on the weapon, but looked at Haga a little curiously, "Hasn't Haga come back yet?" ”

"The news just came last night that the tribal war is over, our tribe has won a great victory under the leadership of my brother, exterminated and captured all enemies, and regained control of the gold mine, and my brother is not in any big trouble, but he is a little injured in his hand, and he will return to the city of chaos in a few days." Hello said with a smile, looking in a good mood.

"That's good." McGonagall smiled and nodded, he had a good impression of Haga's silent big guy, he was a little worried about his safety, and he was relieved to hear that he was okay, Amy had said it once two days ago.

"Then you guys talk, I'm going to meet a friend." He said something and walked straight out the door.

"Boss Mai likes swords?" Mo Bai stepped forward, looked at McGonagall and said with a smile, just now McGonagall said that the sword was too heavy, but he felt that the sword was just right, which made him a little strange.

"Men should have a dream of being a knight, and I had it before I picked up a kitchen knife." McGonagall said with a smile.

As he walked forward, his gaze swept over the weapons on the armory rack, and finally landed on a somewhat messy sketch on a small table in the innermost part.

There is a spherical object drawn on it, which is a cross-sectional view, filled with various things, and scribbled with sulfur, charcoal, and saltpeter next to it.

"What is this?" McGonagall raised an eyebrow, this thing is terrible.

"Boss Mai, this is the thing I told you last time that can emit huge energy, but so far I haven't figured out how to bring out the best in his effect." Mo Bai stepped forward and said with a wry smile.

"This thing has to be safe to use, and it's not a joke to blow up." McGonagall swallowed, it felt like one day she suddenly found out that your uncle next door was working on bombs at home every day, and his mind was full of big news, and this accidentally was going to be taken to heaven.

"Yes, I always feel that the power is still a little worse if it's not enough, the dragon has rough skin and thick flesh, it's not so easy to kill, and how to get this thing next to the dragon is also the problem I want to solve the most now." Mo Bai's brows furrowed deeply, and the whole person seemed to have aged a lot all of a sudden, and fell into deep thought.

"You think slowly, I'll go back and prepare the ingredients first." McGonagall immediately slipped away, not knowing where Mo Bai got the gunpowder recipe, and she didn't think it was powerful enough.

Although she sympathizes with the fact that Mobai's father was killed by the dragon, McGonagall still doesn't want to put the world into the age of hot weapons so quickly.

"System, how much is a sword of that weight just now?" Out of the armory, McGonagall asked in her heart.

"A handful of 1,000 gold coins, quality assurance! No bullying! The voice of the system rang out.

"Didn't you say it's cheaper than children's toys?" McGonagall raised an eyebrow.