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By the time Ian returned to 47 West Lane, it was already dark. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info He dragged his tired body into the courtyard, and was about to open the door when he suddenly felt that something was wrong, as if someone was staring at him, and he felt uncomfortable. So he looked back and saw that there was nothing behind him.

"It's been a nervous breakdown for a day. Ian muttered, and was about to turn back, when he suddenly caught a glimpse of a pair of thief's eyes, startling him.

It was an old woman, who looked very old, and her whole face was twisted together like a rag. In the layers of ravines, there was a pair of small eyes, ugly and terrifying, and at the moment she was lying on the wall of the courtyard over there, with only one head exposed, and a pair of hands that were as dry as chicken feet on the wall.

Ian was stunned, he hadn't seen anyone in the yard next door for the past few days. He thought that the yard next door was the same as this courtyard, which had been deserted, but who knew that such a strange old woman suddenly popped up.

After a moment's hesitation, Ian smiled kindly at her before preparing to enter the room. But the old woman spoke, "You are the son of the child who used to be?"

The old woman's voice was unusually hoarse, as if she hadn't drunk water in many days, and Ian felt a little dry on her lips.

"If you're referring to the owner of this house, that's right. I am the son of Ealing. ”

"Ilyin? Is that the child's name? I don't remember it, and I don't care what his name is. Listen, lad, I don't care about your work, but I don't want to see those guys in black robes in my sight. "Especially that sunflower," said the old woman, "I warn you that this is the last time, and if I see it again, I will burn down your house." Trust me, I do what I say. ”

After saying that, the old woman didn't look at Ian again, turned around directly, and returned to her house tremblingly, and then slammed the wooden door shut. After a "bang", it seemed to be an uninhabited deserted yard again, and there was no light in the house.

Ian was still stunned. Ian knew that Sunflower was the totem of the alchemist in the hall, but he didn't know what the old woman meant by what she said.

Ian couldn't figure it out, he had enough things to worry about today, and he didn't want to have one more. So he shrugged his shoulders, didn't dwell on the matter any longer, just opened the door, and walked into the room.

Nicole didn't come back with him, because Nicole wanted to see if she could give up her previous mission to find the cat and get back the deposit, even if it was a part. So Ian came back first, and he touched the dark all the way to the desk, intending to light the oil lamp on the desk. But the oil lamp didn't touch it, but it did touch a cold, boxy thing.

Ian was stunned, this seems to be a box, so he quickly lit the oil lamp with a match, and the candle quickly flickered, and the faint light of the fire instantly illuminated half of the room, and also let Ian see the box on the table.

It is a black metal box with a brightly colored sunflower on it.

The moment he saw the sunflower, Ian vaguely guessed something. He gently opened the box with his slightly trembling hands.

I saw a dark gold folding bow in the box.

The moment he saw the bow and arrow, Ian felt his vision blur. He stretched out his hand, his fingertips slicing lightly over the bow and arrow, like a young child looking at his beloved toy.

"Musk Moon Goddess". Although this is only a prototype, and there are many others that are not as good as Ealin's original design, Ian feels that this is enough, and after ten years, he seems to have touched his father's hand again through this bow and arrow.

"There is no upper limit to the bow and arrow, Ian, the strength without the upper limit is really strong. ”

Ian's ears seemed to ring Ilyin's words again. He lifted the bow and arrow, pressed a button on the bow and arrow without a teacher, and then shook it hard, and the folded bow shrunk together was like a falcon with suddenly spread its wings, and it stretched into half a human height with a "bang". The bowstring was also tightly straightened, like a sharp blade that could cut everything.

Ian tried to pull the bowstring, and found that it took a lot of force to pull it apart, which was completely different from the iron bow he had used before. Ian only tried to pull it full a few times, but his arm was almost impossible to lift because of the soreness.

This is a good bow!" Ian exclaimed inwardly, and just as he was about to put the bow and arrows back, he found that the box contained three silver arrows, and a folded piece of parchment. Ian took out and opened the parchment, revealing that it was the letter that Barton the Dwarf had left for him.

"Ian, I was supposed to hand over this bow to you personally, but something happened in the hall and I couldn't leave......

Is something wrong?" Ian thought to himself.

“...... I don't know how you're going to feel when you see this bow, and if you're thinking, 'This is so perfect?' In fact, this is far from perfect, I really can't find some materials in Yilin's design, so I can only find some substitutes, and reluctantly make a prototype, maybe the perfect 'Musk Moon Goddess' can only be made by your father. ”

"Well, let's talk about something else, you should have noticed that this bow is very hard. When I tested it again, I did shoot through the dragon scales with it, and it was more powerful than the Silver Cross, but the price of pulling the string was that I could barely lift my hands, and I would have to rest for a long time before I could write this letter to you. I don't know how many times you can pull it full, that's one of the drawbacks of this bow. ”

"The second drawback is the fundamental reason why the hall is reluctant to adopt your father's design. It's because the cost is so high, maybe you don't have any idea about you raising gold coins, so let's take an analogy, the price of making it can make ten silver crossbows. And it's so hard to build, so it's only theoretically strong, and in practice, maybe not many hunters want to use it, so it's up to you whether you want to use it as a weapon or as a souvenir.

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Oh yes, I've left you three silver arrows, after all, wooden arrows can't pierce dragon scales. ”

Ian silently put away Barton's letter and looked down at the Musk Moon Goddess in his hand. The glow of the candle flowed on the bow, making the bow look like a cluster of golden flames.

Souvenir?

No kidding.