Chapter Twenty-Eight: True Name
Chapter Twenty-Eight: Real Name
After a pot of rabbit broth, Carl took some spices out of the ring and poured them in. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biqugeγ info
The first time I met Patchouli, she complained about the lack of salt, and later Carl remembered it.
After estimating that it was cooked, Carl scooped up a bowl of soup and brought it to Sallyster.
Sally took a sip of the spoon, frowned slightly, and drank the bowl of soup.
"Doesn't it taste good?"
Carl saw the blonde girl's expression and scooped himself a bowl as well.
It's too salty.
"Carl. Sally sat on the blanket with her knees folded and whispered.
"Huh?" Karl paused to add water to the pot and looked at her.
The girl lowered her head, the shadow of her bangs obscuring the expression on her face.
"Want to hear a story?"
"Say it. β
Karl sat down beside the girl and lay down, his hands on the back of his head, looking up at the night sky.
"There was once a girl, she lived a very happy life, she had a lot of friends, although she was not strong, she was not rich, but she had a sister who could be spoiled, a head who could talk about her troubles, and someone who secretly liked her.
It wasn't until she once took in a homeless man on the road that her fate changed.
Everything was destroyed in an instant, and there was nothing left. β
Carl glanced sideways, the story had been told to her, but this time it was a little different.
"Isn't that girl you?"
"It's Sallyst, but not me. β
The corners of the blonde girl's mouth curled as if she was smiling, but two lines of tears slid down her cheeks from the shadows.
"Sally had died in that battle, and when I arrived, all I saw was a river of blood, and she still had a little breath, lying in my arms and barely having time to say the word - 'No revenge'. β
"Calm down. Carl sensed that something was wrong with her mental state.
The blonde girl looked at Carl with tears in her red eyes.
"I'm the one she took in, my full name is Gleve S.I., Gleve Hilfield Isaac (Guinevere, Silpheed, Isaac). β
Only nobles have surnames.
"Sha...... Well, Gnavier, why don't you just tell me your real name. Karl rubbed his aching head.
Gnavelle smiled slightly, raised her little head and looked up at the starry sky, as if remembering something.
His long blonde hair hung down like a waterfall, and the playful ends of his hair made Carl's nose itch a little.
"Because I will take revenge in her name. Gnavel's whisper reached Karl's ears.
The girl's back looks very lonely, and relaxed.
She deliberately avoided her origins, but Carl wasn't going to ask, and when she felt she could tell herself, she would say, everyone had their own secrets.
"The chief and deputy leaders of the Blood Knife Mercenary Regiment have all died, and they are still being targeted by the city guards, or it will be officially disbanded soon. Karl said.
"Hmm. Gnavel turned to look at Carl, "You haven't told you who you are?"
On the outside of the place where the two were resting, the fog demon lord was guarding invisibly, and hundreds of meters around were shrouded in fog, only the inside of the camp was clear.
"An ordinary little mage. Karl touched his head.
Gnevere stretched out her little hand and put it on Karl's forehead, and the cold little hand made the boy excited.
"What are you doing. β
"I don't think you have a fever, you can talk nonsense. Gnavelle closed one eye and glanced at Carl.
"Ahem. Karl sat up with his hands on the ground, "Now that you're awake, let's take a look at the harvest of this adventure, I didn't hide it in advance." β
Gnavelle also turned curiously to face the boy.
Carl took things out in the same way.
Two small chests containing treasures, Dark Slay, a dark red shield model less than the size of a palm, a few strange potions, a set of enchanted armor, 4 magic crystals, and then a bunch of magic cores.
Most of the levels of magic cores can be judged by their size, and Carl can roughly estimate the energy level with a single hand.
15 Fourth-Order Demon Cores, 6 Fifth-Order Demon Cores, 3 Sixth-Order Demon Cores, one each of Ice, Earth and Fire, and 1 Seventh-Order Light Demon Core.
Then there's the spatial ring of Les and the vampire Roga.
Because the level of the original owner is higher than that of Carl and Gnavier, it can't be cracked in a short time.
Carl rubbed his hands: "That's all, let's look at it." β
Gneve picked up Dark Scar and a treasure chest, "These two things are mine." β
Karl took 4 magic crystals and 1 7th-order and 1 6th-order earth-type one, as well as another treasure chest.
The rest of the magic cores can be divided equally, one person and half.
Shield, armor, potions, two rings.
These things are not known in how to use them, or they are not suitable for the professions of these two people, so they did not take the initiative to take them.
"Can you identify these things?" asked Karl, a little embarrassed. It takes a lot of experience to identify this kind of thing, but there is no such thing as "identification" and everything is OK when you encounter a problem.
Unfortunately, Carl's knowledge is very small.
"This shield model is supposed to be a real shield that has been folded with space technology. Gnevelle took the shield model in her hand and tried to instill a little vindictiveness into it.
The dark red shield was instantly enlarged tenfold, turning into a giant shield that could completely cover the girl's body.
"Ouch......" Gnavier didn't react for a moment, the heavy weight pressed her body down, but fortunately she reacted in time to increase the strength of her hands.
"It's heavy. Gnavelle stood up and lowered her shield to the ground.
On the square shield, a delicate lion twists its head to make a roar, and the sides are tilted to better defend against arrows and slashes, and the whole shield is very heavy, which is obviously not easy for ordinary people to use.
"Vile doesn't want it. Gnavier wrinkled her little nose.
"Then give it to me. Carl thought about it and put it away.
Just because you can't use it doesn't mean you can't use it.
The two men walked up to the armor, and Gnavier crouched down and tapped lightly on the surface of the armor.
"This armor is forged from black iron, very heavy. Gnavelle bit the knuckle of her right index finger.
She was an assassin and was not fit for such heavy equipment.
Karl also squatted down, pressed his hands on the armor, and instilled spiritual power and magic power together, and after a while.
"I only recognize two of the effects of this armor enchantment," Karl said, letting go of his hand, "I'm immune to dark spells and spell damage resistance, but I can't tell how many rings and spell damage resistance I can be immune to." β
"No, it's too heavy. β
Gnavier kicked her armor unhappily, making a clattering sound.
"Then I'll take it, I'll give you a fifth-order and five fourth-order demon cores. Carl looked at Gnavier.
The girl hesitated, then nodded in satisfaction.
The last few tubes of potions......
Carl and Gnavelle both found it particularly tricky, and it was definitely going to be okay to drink this thing before it was effective, but it was obviously a good thing to look at where they were placed.
"There are six in total, three for one person. In the end, Gnavier decided to divide the potion into two parts, and then one for each person.
"There are two more spatial rings here, you can take one. Carl spread out the two captured rings in the palm of his hand and showed them to Gnavel.
The girl looked at the ring, looked up at Carl, and laughed out loud.
"This is the spoils of war that you have obtained by killing yourself, you can just collect it yourself. Gnavier pushed Carl's fingers into her palms one by one.
This is the end of the spoils conference.
"What's next for you?"
Karl stood on a rock, looking out, but because of the fog caused by the fog demon lord, he couldn't see anything, so he turned to the girl who entered the tent and was about to sleep.
"Hmm...... I don't know, but Vier won't stay in one place, I'm going to see other cities. What about you?"
"I'm going to CΓ‘rdenas and then to the Imperial Capital. Karl said.
"Not all the way, I came from there. The girl's voice suddenly fell silent, "If we can meet again in the future." β
Karl interrupted Gnavelle loudly, "Then we'll talk about it when we see you again." β
In the tent, the blonde girl grabbed the fluff from the carpet.
[If we meet again, I will tell you everything.] ]