In the next few days in Vicky Castle, in addition to the daily routine practice of the Xilan Knife Technique and the self-created Knife Technique, there was also an additional Killing Intent Condensation, which originated from the strong requirements of the Great Taidao, which told me that if you want to become stronger, Killing Intent is an essential element.

In addition to practicing swordsmanship and killing intent, there is one more thing I have to do every day, and that is to use the call crystal to get in touch with the phoenixes.

Due to the time difference between the two places, and in order not to disturb the rest of Phoenix and the others, I had to choose to have a conversation with them in the middle of the night, because the late night in Vicky Castle happened to be the early morning in Moonlight City.

In addition to the above things, all I have to do is listen and be studied.

Listen to Fred Alexander tell the story of his time, listen to Alexander explain the use of ancient scripts, study the ancient scripts on my left arm, take some of them he knew, and tell them to Master Dewey, Master Hall, and me.

In short, life these days can be described as extremely monotonous.

After a few more days, Master Dewey showed me the forged Meteorite War Hammer, Meteorite Gauntlet, and Meteorite Dagger.

After trying the weight of the hammer, it was much heavier than the one Cagalli was using now, and the unique silvery-white luster of meteoric iron, as well as the ancient pattern engraved on the hammer head of the hammer handle, set off its nobility and simplicity.

"This warhammer is amazing!" I was amazed from the bottom of my heart.

"It was created by Master Claude's personal disciple," Master Dewey said, and then, he sighed again, his face showing an irrepressible loss: "It's a pity that Master Claude is missing, if he is still here, these three weapons will definitely be enchanted weapons, if not magic weapons." ”

"Don't be sad," I comforted him, "although Master Claude is missing, there is no sign that he is dead, and as long as he is not dead, there is still a possibility of returning to his hometown." ”

"I hope he still has a pure heart."

The forging of the three weapons is complete, and it is a sign that I will leave Fort Vechio and head for my next destination.

My next destination was a wasteland somewhere between Fleide Alexander's well-dressed mound and Fred Rupert's mausoleum, where the real tomb of Fred Alexander was hidden.

But before I can do that, I'll have to go back to Moonlight City.

I'm going to give them three weapons myself, plus a bunch of Vicky Fort artifacts that Master Dewey bought, and a volume of well-preserved historical documents.

Master Dewey specially told me that I must personally present this ancient document to Her Majesty the Goblin Empress, which can be regarded as some compensation for the Goblin Clan, after all, he 'robbed' their ancestors.

Lying on the bed, looking at the ever-changing clouds through the window, I silently thought in my heart: Sure enough, Master Dewey is a person who pays attention to the scene, and the huge wealth has not extinguished his conscience, he does not need to compensate the goblin clan for anything, after all, this is a world of the jungle, if you are strong, you have a reason to take everything, if you are weak, you can only be forced to lose everything, if the positions of Master Dewey and the Goblin Empress are reversed, will the Goblin Empress return the precious historical documents to Master Dewey out of guilt?

To be honest, I can't answer that kind of question.

At least I'm sure that with all the things the Elven Empress is doing now, she can't do better than Master Dewey.

It has been said that goblins are greedy, shrewd and cunning.

But judging from the continuous contact with the return of historical documents, the goblin clan is not full of greed in their bones, it is just out of people's jealousy.

Goblins love money because they can't be adventurers, and they can only prove their worth by collecting money.

And shrewdness and cunning are just slanderous words made by people who are jealous of the goblins' means of accumulating money.

In fact, goblins are quite generous and benevolent races.

Although they are good at collecting money, they often dedicate huge sums of money to charity.

In the Zephyr Continent, nearly 60% of the orphanages, nursing homes, hope colleges and other charities are fully funded by the goblin clan, and every year they fund a huge amount of money on time and on time.

It's just that half of this huge amount of money will fall into the hands of local nobles, and some will be deducted by local bullies, and in the end, there is only a small amount of money left that is only enough to satisfy one's stomach.

However, after the local elves learned the truth of the matter, they still chose to continue to fund these charities.

Perhaps others see their actions as a waste of money and goodwill, but in the eyes of the goblins, at least a small part of the money is being used for homeless orphans, so that they do not have to live on the streets, freezing and starving to death.

And they believe that one day, those wicked people who withhold money from charity will be damned!

This is the goblin.

At noon the next day, the airship arrived in Moonlight City.

Alone with a weapon, a bag on his back, and a sack in tow, he slowly walked off the airship.

The chief of the Moonlight City Airship Base trotted over, wanting to help me carry my bags and relieve me of some burdens, but unexpectedly, he was directly pressed under the heavy bags and sprained my waist.

I can only smile bitterly at this, although you are kind, but you are an ordinary person, how can you carry my bag?

I sent the incompetent airship chief back to the infirmary, and then I got the dwarven adventurers of the Magic Airship Escort to share some of the packages for me.

These dwarven adventurers are all strong, not to mention these packages of mine, even if they are carried by me, it is not a difficult task.

After returning home smoothly, sure enough, everyone has not come back, and there are only drunk old man Taylor at home, as well as Princess Anarita who wears a mask and Princess Anareta who is bored.

When she saw me return, Princess Anareta jumped and pounced.

Don't think she's a little Remy, she'll throw herself into my arms and be coquettish, she's the little princess Anareta.

Just as she was about to throw herself into my arms, she suddenly clenched her little fists and slammed them into my stomach.

Look, I'll just say, the little princess won't be so enthusiastic, she seems to be enthusiastic and pounced, there must be a conspiracy!

I didn't care about the little princess's fist.

Although you little girl is an adventurer, your strength is not strong, no matter how hard this punch is, it will not hurt or itch for me.

Sure enough, the little princess's seemingly ferocious fist slammed into my stomach, but it couldn't shake even the outermost layer of fat, let alone the muscles inside.

Seeing that I didn't react, the little princess turned on the mad dog mode, and aimed at my stomach as a punch and kick to vent her excess energy and countless boredom.

Princess Analita narrowed her eyes, glanced at me, and said in a strange voice: "Ah, no wonder my sister is so crazy, it turns out that Xiao Yi is back." ”

(End of chapter)