"What is this?" The boy looked at what he was holding over and over, and then looked up—a white metal cylinder, with delicate etchings on its surface—"This is the knight's shin armor, the armor of the feet." The big man took the thing, took it from his hand, and put a high-topped helmet over the latter's head.

The latter immediately felt that it was pitch black before him, and hurriedly used his hand to support his heavy helmet, but he was not afraid to hit a charred wooden pillar nearby, causing a good-natured low laugh.

The girl with thick eyebrows couldn't help but glance at everyone, and then glared at the big man, which made the latter's heart weak for a while. She stepped forward in three steps and two steps, and took off the hat, and the little boy, who was dazed, saw the light again and stood firm.

But after shaking his head vigorously, he looked pitifully at the high helmet in the girl's hand.

Seeing this scene, the big man couldn't help but laugh.

The girl with thick eyebrows glanced at the little boy angrily, "Here you go." Then he threw the helmet away, and the latter barely fell to the ground to catch it, and looked at her with some caution as if it were a treasure.

"I didn't learn well from a young age." The girl with thick eyebrows had a secret hatred in her heart, which caused everyone to laugh happily again.

Hipamela watched this scene with interest, and her detached attitude kept her a natural leader among the people, but the people took it for granted, as if a priest was not so much more than a nobleman.

And someone from the side explained to her: "Lord Priest, Paluk's father was a declining knight, and his family did not have enough assets to allow him to continue on this path, so he was sent to Ruusta as an apprentice. ”

"If you make enough money in two generations, this title can be inherited, and then you are still a nobleman." Another person said.

Only then did Hipamila understand why the big man was still quite authoritative among the people. She nodded thoughtfully, but in the eyes of everyone, it became a recognition of their words, and for a while her attitude couldn't help but be more respectful.

At this time, the big man in the mouth of the crowd patted the little boy on the head and praised: "You are a good knight, and when I am developed in the future, you will come to me as a squire." ”

The little boy didn't seem to understand. He only hugged his 'baby' tightly, which caused people to laugh again.

But the girl with thick eyebrows looked unhappy: "What's so great about a rag knight, you honestly apprentice my father, and after you finish your studies, my father will naturally divide the business for you to take care of." ”

"Yes, when we marry Miss Adria, we'll have to call you Mr. Lupark." Others coaxed.

"Phew!" The girl with thick eyebrows blushed and raised her eyebrows at everyone.

The big man just smiled and shook his head.

The crowd was joking, but they were not slow in their hands, and each picked up a weapon from the ruins to defend himself. Even the thick-eyebrowed girl pulled a crossbow from the charred wall—the body was a little burnt, but the string was intact—and pulled a palm-sized dagger from the rubble and pinned it to her waist.

The big man instructed them to find a few sets of cotton armor from the unburned armor racks and put them on. For the untrained, this is probably the only armor they can handle, but it is still cumbersome to wear, but fortunately, although the big man is in the middle of the family, he also has a full set of knightly education, not to mention experience, at least enough theory.

He himself put on a chain mail and a cuirass, and it took a lot of effort to instruct others to help him put them on. He also put on a light helmet and tied a strapping around his chin. Then he pulled out a double-sided broadsword from the charred wooden barrel, the sword was perfectly quenched, and the surface emitted a faint blue light, and the big man flicked the edge of the blade very professionally, crisp and sound.

"It is worthy of the imperial capital, and you can't find such a beautiful sword in the best blacksmith shop in the countryside of Rosick."

He slung his sword as he spoke. He was a young knight on foot - or at least a knight's squire.

Hipamela tilted her head to look at the armor—too thin, too light, that was her assessment, and she thought to herself, how could such a light armor be up to the task? The Dragon Knight of the Earth Sanctuary weighs at least half a ton when fully armed, not including the mount, and even the Walking Knight only reduces the weight of the half-body armor, but the armor of the upper body is not much different from the Dragon Knight.

In her mind. The Lord's assault armor for cavemen is in line with her aesthetics, and of course, the armor used for sprinting raids is naturally heavier than the knight's standard armor.

But she didn't say it, knowing that it was a matter of politeness, and everyone thought that the priest didn't look down on these things at all—though she did, of course.

They had traveled two streets to get here, and luckily they didn't meet half of the Secret Cultists along the way, and the wolves from earlier seemed to have scattered into the city, and there was no danger along the way. However, no one dares to guarantee that there will be such good luck in the future, and the big man happens to know that there is such a weapon workshop nearby, and the old man needs to stop and rest at any time due to his weak legs, so he brought yì here to take a rest and find some weapons for self-defense by the way.

Hipamela felt something faintly when she passed through this area, and there was naturally some feeling between the traveling mage and the fate card, and she naturally agreed when she heard the other party say this.

They were indeed lucky, and when they arrived at the weapons workshop, it was only half burned, and the people in the shop had already run away, and after they had torn down the wall to extinguish the fire, they found a lot of good things in the house and under the ruins.

The crowd was in high spirits, and the 'spoils' were popular there, and although these swords and armor were now buried under the rubble and discarded, they were worth a lot of money on weekdays. So they wore helmets crookedly, and they held all sorts of weapons in a nondescript manner, which seemed ridiculous, but they were in high spirits.

Hipamela did not urge, she went to the other side of the weapon workshop alone, muttered the words in her mouth, and reached between the masonry and pointed a faint pale blue light from her fingertips, and sank into the ruins.

The thick-eyebrow girl who followed her all the way looked at this scene with great admiration, and asked cautiously, "What is this, Lord Priest?" ”

"My name is Hipamela, and it's a spell." Hipamela replied earnestly.

"A spell." The thick-eyebrowed girl muttered a repeat, she thought to herself. This is a spell, and this is the second time that the priest has performed a miracle, and the other party does not look like a parish priest who cherishes his own magic broomstick.

She didn't know that the priests of the diocese were limited in their abilities, and that their work was often so heavy that every holy spell had to be used before it could be used to ensure that it was used in the right place.

Hipamela continued, "This spell will ensure that we can see hidden magic ripples. ”

The latter listened like a cloud. He nodded as if he didn't understand, but thought in his heart that the priest was really approachable, and if the priest of the diocese didn't bother to explain it to the common people.

Soon, Hipamela saw a circle of ripples seeping from under the masonry, large and small, fine and dense, and she ignored the others, and only reached out to one of them, and made a noise. Something rose from under the ruins.

The girl with thick eyebrows was startled, she didn't need to say anything about Hipamela, she also knew that it must be another spell, and as for what spell it was, she didn't need to know, but she saw a pair of silver-white hand armor rising from under the masonry.

The armor was made of light, thin metal, stacked on top of each other and strung together. The surface is plated with a layer of silvery-white metal, which is etched with dense and beautiful patterns. At each finger nail is a finely carved silver sheep's head, each of which is inlaid with a magnificent ruby, which glows softly in the firelight, and is extremely beautiful.

"Ahh The girl with thick eyebrows couldn't help but exclaim.

The armor floated towards Hipamela, and Miss Priest reached out to catch it, not caring about the armor itself. Instead, she put her finger on the inside of it, and there was another layer inside the leather inner pad, and with a slight rubbing, a golden card slipped out of it.

Before she could look at the card, it glowed with a golden light. When she got it into her hand, she found that the card had completely changed.

First of all, the gold level card is turned into silver, and a nun is depicted holding a holy grail, chanting loudly, surrounded by ghosts, but all evils are inviolable. The board reads:

Tin Song

Belief IV

Light 5, Earth 5

【Enchantment】

Pay X mana and select X targets to gain immunity to 3. (Immunity to 3 or less damage, or 30% increased Defense)

Maintain, the Iron Song is permanent, but each time it is maintained to the next stage, it needs to pay mana again.

'The will is like iron, and the heart is stronger than gold—'

Hipamela had just touched the slightly cold card with her index finger when a voice came from her heart: "Huh, Hipamela? ”

"Your Lord!" Miss Priest was overjoyed, and she couldn't even care about the fate card, so she calmed down and replied, "Lord Lord, I'm here." ”

"What's wrong with you, how did I suddenly get in touch with you?" Brando's voice was a little confused.

"I see, maybe it's because I just assimilated a card, and the ability of the traveling mage is automatically enhanced." Hipamila replied after a moment's thought.

"Assimilated the cards?"

Hypamela concentrated, and the cards and the handguards came to mind.

Brando was in the ruins of the Cat and Beard Inn, but he couldn't find any useful clues, and there was still a trace of Gaia's blood in the rubble, and beyond that, the corpses of the occultists.

The angel Aroma was suspended in mid-air, and at the moment it was reduced to the size of an ordinary person, but it still did not smile, and it looked like it was not approachable by anyone.

This is a demigod.

Compared to the people of gold that Brando had seen, it was a little more sacred, but it was less human, and it always reminded him of something like Milos, the god of giants, as if it were a pure war machine.

At this time, when Hipamila was concentrating, he suddenly saw what the latter saw. "Huh?" He snorted softly, but the first thing he noticed was the hand armor, which was like the player's instinct, and a pale blue frame had subconsciously bounced off his retina.

"Is this a fake Fist of Terraros?"

"What is the Fist of Terraros, Lord Lord?"

"The Fist of Terrarus is part of the armor of Faunzan's strongest knights, except for its own attributes...... In addition to excellent protection, each head of the sheep head on its finger nail stores a powerful blessing, a total of eight, from left to right are the seal of Chongde, the sword of Xu Shan, the shield of praise, the heart of fearlessness, the crown of glory, the place of martyrdom, the words of humility, the spirit of selflessness, corresponding to the eight virtues of the knight, and the eight blessings can make the strength of the wearer rise to a higher level. ”

"Huh?" Hipamela didn't care about the fluttering hand armor at all, but she was also startled at this time: "So powerful? ”

"Of course, this piece in your hand should only be a fake of the dwarven master, although the workmanship is not inferior to the original in the slightest, but the blessing in the sheep's head can only be used once a day, unlike the original version, which is continuously effective."

Brando glanced at the number jù on the pale blue menu, the attributes of the fake Terrarus Fist are slightly worse than the original, but at least it is also the work of the dwarven master, the original version adheres to the consistent characteristics of the magic equipment of the Sage War era, only adds a single attribute, and has 74 points of strength, while the fake uses a new process after the First Age, with 44 points of strength and 15 points of physique, in fact, it is also enough to reach the threshold of ancient items.

This is a rare fake that is similar to the original.

"My lord, your equipment—?" Hipamela wanted to say that he had broken his equipment in the last battle.

But Brando shook his head and interrupted her: "This thing is more useful to you, not much for me, it is one of the most suitable equipment to match the mountain range, but unfortunately, if it is the original, this thing can make your combat power surpass me now." ”

He shook his head in disbelief as he spoke, the Fist of Terlaros had disappeared after the Battle of the Sages with the death of the knight Terraros, along with his famous set of knightly armor, the Nexus of the End.

This thing has not been turned out by the player in Amber Sword, and according to everyone's guess, it should be that the version has not been opened yet.

Brando then looked at the Destiny Card, compared to this Destiny Card, he was not so strange to this Destiny Card, since becoming a real Brigade Mage, he knew that since the Battle of the Sages, the real Brigade Mage in Vaulnd was almost non-existent, but there were many apprentices like Guild who had one or two cards and had the potential to become a Traveling Mage.

…… (To be continued......)