After quickly writing down the menu, the waiter bowed down and stepped out of the box. Taking advantage of this effort www.biquge.info Glo let out a long breath as he half-reclined on the softly padded seat. It was only at this time that the taut string in his heart finally relaxed completely.

On the way back to White Rock, he knew what happened to Miss Radia and her companions that past night, but he didn't dig into it - the person didn't know much about the situation, and from the fragments of the descriptions that everyone had just spoken, Glo already had a preliminary judgment in his heart.

Stuart, the "Knight of the Broken Sword", unleashes an enchantment-type spell. This type of spell is usually used to isolate the battlefield or to create some kind of shielding - this type of spell was created by the ancient noble families on the continent. In the legacy of the nobility, all battles should not affect innocent people, but in fact, this type of spell is difficult to use except for personal duels between nobles who have agreed to drop their white handkerchiefs.

For example, in wars between domains or kingdoms, noble-born magnates always asked commoners or farmers to "donate" various supplies. But the ignorant and ignorant mud-legged men always resisted violently like moths to the flames, until the generous and benevolent noble lord had no choice but to cut off the filthy heads with his sword, and then the soldiers searched the grass huts and turned out a small bag of shriveled and moldy millet -

The nobles began to whisper in sympathy, "Sacrifice to honor......

From beginning to end, there was no use for this spell. Because, those mud legs either disobeyed orders and ran around so that the spells could not be cast, or they shrunk into a ball and were honest, and the spells were no longer necessary to use - all in all, these kinds of enchantment-like spells were like chicken ribs.

Glo recalled everything about spells and Stuart the "Knight of the Broken Sword" in his mind, but the emotion in his heart was irrepressibly excited, and he pulled out the bayonet sword [Justis] from his waist, and his index finger slid lightly from the blade, the cold metallic texture, and the surface seemed to be carved with some inconspicuous patterns - Glo narrowed his eyes and raised the blade of the sword horizontally under his eyebrows, admiring it carefully and little by little-

You know, this is the first time that an otaku has gotten an artifact!

The companions who noticed Glo's strange appearance quickly began to inquire, and then, tightly around the center point of Glo, they climbed their shoulders and squeezed together. And Miss Mage, with her hands on her knees, sat quietly on the sidelines, chuckling deliciously.

"Boss, this thing isn't made of metal, is it?"

Scott's fingers flicked on the sword, echoing in a low voice, and he couldn't help but ask.

"Or maybe it's the product of some kind of alchemical processing."

The well-informed Levine has an opinion on this.

"It's a bit heavy!"

Oliver took the sword from Glo's hand and gestured it into the air.

While the robbers were talking, several heavy footsteps began to sound, "thumping" on the birch-paved floor. Another waiter in the tavern, with several knights dressed in extraordinary costumes, walked into the next box.

Simple house partitions, the sound insulation effect is not good. The guests in the next box sat down and quickly began to talk.

The noise in the hall was a little far away, and the guests next door didn't deliberately keep their voices down, and Glo quickly heard the conversation clearly.

"Uncle Cleaver, what do you think of what happened today?"

"The artifact of the Holy Radiance Church has returned to the world......"

"Is it [Justis]? Or [Fez]? ”

A slightly familiar young man's voice asked. The people in the church, including some nobles who were close to the church, knew that two artifacts of the Holy Radiance Church were missing, and the vision that happened outside the town of White Rock today had already aroused their great curiosity and covetousness.

"Stuart took refuge in the evil Dill ghost a hundred years ago, and [Justis] was taken away by him, and there has been no news ...... [Fez]? In the Third Battle of Winter in 518, Andrew was killed in the Far North Wasteland, and Fez was captured by the leader of the barbarian tribe, but was later missing. Cody, did you notice? The black smoke that appeared in the sky before? ”

"The power of the scourge? Uncle Clifford, are you saying it's likely to be Justis? ”

"Yes."

"So, has the church made arrangements?"

"Chris, this may be your chance to become a Shining Knight."

At this point in the conversation, his voice suddenly lowered, and the intermittent fragments of words rang in his ears, and Glo stared at the bayonet sword in his hand, and his heart sank suddenly—the joy of getting the artifact was quickly diluted, replaced by a face full of vigilance and worry.

"Boss, what do you have [Justis] in your hand?"

Levine asked softly. Glo's expression changed, the conversation next door, combined with the previous conversation, the origin of the weapon in front of him was almost revealed.

Glo nodded, but at this moment, his face was no longer the same smile as before.

The atmosphere in the box suddenly fell silent, and most of the fellow farmers and bandits were ignorant, but Lai Wenming, and perhaps Miss Radia also knew very well that obtaining such a weapon of supreme glory was very likely to cause great trouble because of improper handling.

Just like those martial arts novels recorded in the otaku's previous life - "Nine Yin True Scripture" reappeared in the rivers and lakes, causing a bloody storm of martial arts, whoever took it was finished, until it finally fell into the hands of the most powerful big boss, and the matter came to an end temporarily.

And their current identity is nothing more than bandits in the Nuogo Mountains, and in the eyes of the noble lords, they are just some untouchables who are willing to degenerate - if anyone intends to kill people and seize treasures, they hardly need to care about the accusations of public opinion in the aristocratic circle. And the true power of the nobility is by no means comparable to what they can now compete with.

"Boss, maybe we should get rid of this thing, I think, our identity ......"

Levine was a little inferior, but he knew that they were just ordinary bandits, and maybe they had made some name for themselves in Nogo now, but thinking about the situation he was facing next, he suddenly had a great fear in his heart - in the story of the bard, those scenes about the inheritance of artifacts were always indispensable with conspiracy and killing. For the sake of the so-called honor, the nobles can abandon all the limits and unscrupulous means, and in those obscure plots, there is a lot of ugliness and cruelty buried in the depths......

In the hall of the tavern and in the box next door, the staggered ideas seemed to have become ethereal, and the atmosphere had infected everyone, and everyone stared at each other, silent.

Radia rose from her seat and walked over to Glo. The bandits' gaze at Miss Mage was a little complicated, with long pale blonde hair, blue pupils, and elegant manners, in essence, this young lady was a nobleman after all, completely different from them. These days, everyone has gradually forgotten this fact, but at this moment, the bandits deeply understand in their hearts that Radia and them are people in two worlds after all.

Glo's gaze swept over Miss Mage's slightly curly hair, and her delicate face turned into a beautiful statue in his eyes, and the curves of the statue left traces in his heart, and his gaze wandered, finally landing on the clear blue pupils.