It looks like it's really a treasure.

Sinloth glanced down at Nanorka, the little girl looking at the clumsy weapon with her eyes shining. Although it has been cursed, it has lost its former edge. But the faint killing intent that lingers on the spear is still silently telling the world that it is not the kind of waste that can only be silently decayed in a museum.

It can still go to war.

"Daddy, Daddy, Nanorka wants that gun so much. Wow, it smells so good! ”

Sinloth himself had little interest in such weapons, which he was destined to be unusable - with his tragic powers, he would have been left with a light weapon like the whip in his lifetime. But if Nanorka likes it, then

Should I say that she is worthy of a girl born in Belica? I don't like cute dolls, but I like this kind of cold murder weapon. Maybe it's just an alchemist's quirk? You have to smell even to find a magic weapon. Your search magic is crying!

With Nanoka's small body, she definitely wouldn't have needed such a large weapon. Even if it's given to her, it's just to decorate, but judging from Nanoka's character, it's more likely to be used for research. As far as she said, the magic of this world seems to be very different from the Belica technique.

Either way, if it was really given to Nanoka, it was estimated that the spear would never return to the battlefield it longed for.

Yes, the battlefield.

For no apparent reason, Sinloth's instincts warned him that the spear was dangerous. It thirsts for blood, it thirsts for killing.

But Nanorka's wish was always granted, and Cynroth turned around, intending to tell Arian Hurd to go up and pull out the weapon. But when I thought of the little embarrassment just now, when it came to the words on my lips, I was stuck.

"Dad's spear is terrible"

Ellie hugged her father's thigh, her big eyes flashing with fear, she didn't know what was wrong with her, but just looking at the ancient spear, her heart began to grow scared. Only hiding behind her father could make her feel a little more at ease.

[Daughters are always right, but when two daughters make opposite requests, you feel embarrassed. Go left, go right, which one is right? 】

[1. Nanorka, Ellie is right, this spear is terrible. I could feel the sadness and gore on it, something that shouldn't be touched by girls. Let's go back, I'll buy you a rag doll another day. 】

[2. Ellie, you have to be brave. The world is not as beautiful as you think, weapons can hurt others, but they can also be used to protect their important people. It's not the weapons that are at fault, it's the people who use them. 】

Blocked at both ends

Sinloth bent down and stroked the eldest daughter's head. He didn't say a word, just looked at Ellie tenderly with deep black eyes, and the daughter felt her father's tenderness, and the fear in her blue eyes gradually faded. Ellie, who had calmed down, looked at Nanoka, who was full of interest on the side, and suddenly became shy, and the girl hid behind her father, only willing to show half of her little head.

If you hide behind your father's back, there's nothing to be afraid of.

[Ellie's self-esteem is increased to 35, temperament is increased to 31, feelings are increased to 50, consideration is increased to 50, martial arts ability is increased to 50, magic ability is increased to 60, and morality is reduced to 0.]

Sure enough, you can't listen to the ball of light, if you listen to his choice, then it will definitely not be like now, and the full evaluation will rise. For the morality that has always been 0, a certain lord said that he has long been used to it

This onion knight's image is really too much like an onion.

The words of the Onion Knight obviously aroused great interest among the onlookers. Cynroth looked around and saw that the guards who were supposed to maintain order were also mixed in.

Xinluo was still thinking about it, the sun was about to set, and there were so many people gathered here, why no one took care of it, it turned out that the guards were also watching here.

However, Sinloth also knew in his heart that these guards were really not to blame. Patrol days are monotonous and boring, and occasionally run into danger - mercenaries who are too drunk sometimes really don't even pay attention to the Imperial Code. Now that the bazaar has begun to disperse, there is nothing to do left or right. Looking at the excitement here, it can be regarded as a little spice in the boring work.

According to the current market, a good scimitar can easily take a beautiful girl and a divine horse from the infidels of their tribe - provided that they are willing to do business with you, and you can avoid the interrogation of the Empire later.

Now such a big spear is stuck there, although the material is not visible, but the guards still know the goods. The killing intent on the gun's body can even be seen by Xinluos, who doesn't understand weapons, how can the veteran oilers not see it?

But the guards clearly didn't mean to come forward, they seemed to know something, and the young guards laughed, waiting for the fools who didn't believe in evil to try.

Soon, a fool who doesn't believe in evil appears.

"Look, there's another guy going up."

"Hahaha, shall we make a bet and see how many centimeters he can pull out this gun?"

A strong man dressed as a blacksmith with a shirtless body walked up to the spear. The thick fingers rubbed the ancient body of the gun, "It's really a good gun, what is this made of, is this style a product of the ancient empire?" ”

The onion knight looked at the blacksmith's fascination, nodded his onion head, and agreed: "It is indeed a very cute child, if it is not so heavy, I will not be able to swing it at all, and I will not think of giving it away Although I don't care which strong person took this child, but I still have to remind you, don't be too forceful." ”

The blacksmith didn't care, and he laughed, even though his face was full of flesh that made people feel unapproachable, "Reluctantly? How could it be. This little cutie, but I'm going to change my surname soon, as long as you don't admit it, I pulled out this gun, and it belongs to me? ”

"With the dignity of a knight, I will give this child to anyone who draws this gun in your witness."

"That's good."

After checking with the knight again, the blacksmith turned to face the spear with satisfaction. Although the blacksmith's eyes could not see its material at all, the touch just now was enough for the blacksmith to understand that this spear should have been made by a certain master with some special metal.

When the ancient empire was divided, the East and the West hated each other, so that too many masterpieces and technologies were annihilated in the great collision that swept the entire empire. Even if the empire was forcibly reunified by an iron-fisted emperor later, the losses caused would have been difficult to calculate.

It's not too surprising to lose a piece of building technology.

The blacksmith looked at the spear in front of him, and it was difficult to be patient with joy. According to the knight, the spear must have been quite heavy. But since it was created for human use, even the most powerful knight of the sun would use a few hundred kilograms of weapons in the sky—a knight whose anger erupted as fierce and domineering as the sun could naturally use heavier weapons. But after loading the knight and his armor, it is impossible for the most powerful horses to carry hundreds of kilograms of weapons.

It's only a few hundred kilograms, and it's still okay to grit your teeth.

Thinking of this, the blacksmith spat twice in the palm of his hand. Two strong arms gripped the lower end of the spear. The blacksmith crouched down and took a deep breath. As he breathed, the crowd of onlookers also closed their mouths. They looked at the blacksmith expectantly, waiting for the miraculous moment.

"Drink!"

The blacksmith jerked his hands upwards with all his might, trying to pull the spear out with all his might. But the spear still didn't move. The blacksmith didn't seem to expect this spear to be so heavy, this is not at all a few hundred kilograms as imagined! But the blacksmith had no time to think about it at the moment, and he had to pull it out before it was gone. The blacksmith's majestic muscles bulged high, and his muscles bulged out, lining him like a mountain of flesh. But no matter how hard the blacksmith tried, the spear remained unmoving, as steady as Mount Tai.

"Hahahaha, I knew that he would definitely not be able to pull it out. Hurry up, hurry up, lose money. ”

"Tsk, it's a shame, such a big person, he can't even pull out a little bit, and it will cause me to lose money"

After a long time, the blacksmith, who had exhausted his strength, finally let go of his trembling hands. He looked at the Onion Knight, shook his head, and walked back into the crowd, never to be seen again.

Power 13.

Sinlos didn't doubt that the blacksmith would have the strength of 13, after all, it would take a lot of strength to do what they did. And in this era, those who can become blacksmiths generally have a little money at home, and the food is naturally much better than ordinary people.

Perennial exercise, coupled with good food, too much strength, and normal just, 13 strength, can't shake it in the slightest?

How much does this gun really weigh?

But who stuck this heavy gun here, the onion knight?

Cynroth pondered, and looked at the onion knight standing in the middle of the field.

Name: Davos Inbass

Strength: 16, Constitution: 16, Agility: 9, Intelligence: 9, Will: 16

Traits: Integrity, Justice, Gregariousness, Generosity, Philosopher, Onion Knight

Philosopher: A person who likes to think about the meaning of life and the world. However, because of overly focused thinking, sometimes I will fall into my own world and can't extricate myself, so I am considered to be asleep.

Onion Knight: The sublime always attracts the ignorant to worship it. Some people worship the almighty god, some people worship the burning flame, some people worship the warm sun, and some people worship the old man who has rotted his bones for thousands of years. In any case, this person is a true believer in the Onion Cult.

16 The power may have really been inserted by him. After all, he just said he couldn't wield it, but if he just moved, maybe he could still do it. After all, as far as he could tell, it was he who took the spear out of the graveyard of its original owner.

Well, Arien Hurd

Then again, this guy really is an onion knight!