At this time, the lead box on Grandin's chest was slightly hot, and the 'Flesh Badge', which was theoretically sealed in the box by the spiritual wall, slid out of his pocket like liquid, and conveyed to him the idea of 'use'.

"It's like having a pet......"

Grandin smiled, grabbed the 'Flesh Badge', and injected spirit into it, activating it.

Annoying whispers began to ring in his ears, but not enough for the tried and tested Grandin to make him frown.

The activated badge gradually melted into a blood-colored ring that was automatically placed on the middle finger of his left hand. As the coat of arms changed, Grandin found that his shadow was also distorted like a living thing.

He stepped out into the shadows of the light, and the next moment he felt himself melt into the shadows, a disembodied shadow. He slid through the chamber along the gap between the weapon case and the ground, and no obstacle could stop him.

Once he became familiar with his new abilities, the shadowy Grandin stood up from the ground, swaying slightly, and once again transformed from an invisible shadow into a tangible entity.

The first new ability the 'Flesh Badge' gains is 'Shadow Incarnation'. It can transform itself into a shadow that is invisible, non-collision and can pass through any obstacle.

Very practical.

With the help of the badge, Grandin quickly unlocked his second ability.

He turned the ring, and his shadow instantly turned into a puddle of viscous liquid, silently gliding underneath the weapon case. Then the box disappeared to the ground as if it sank into the water.

At the same time, Grandin felt himself sink and carry the weight of the entire box.

"Let's call this ability 'Shadow Storage.'"

Grandin didn't move, controlling his shadow, and spat out the weapon case again.

"The size of the items that can be stored in the 'shadow storage' is related to the size of my shadow, and the limit weight is tied to my weight."

For the experiment, Grandin threw his revolver into the shadow.

There was no collision, and the pistol sank to the ground as if it had been thrown into a lake. Then he let the viscous shadow climb up his arm, and the palm of his hand spread, and the revolver appeared from the shadow again, and he held it in his hand.

"This ability enriches my means of fighting...... And the spiritual consumption is not much. With continuous use, I was able to last more than two hours. ”

Grandin cupped his chin in one hand, thinking.

He already had a vague idea in his mind, if he had enough weapons and could carry them on his own, could he have a volley of 10,000 bullets?

He had already conceived that picture. When facing the enemy, he put his hands on his chest and his head high. There were black ripples behind him, and then the muzzles and muzzles of guns poked out of the ripples, bombarding all the enemies who stood in their way.

If you replace these guns with extraordinary weapons......

"Shhhh

Grandin gasped, deeply shocked by his imagination, and even the whispers that came from time to time in his ears sounded.

But these ideas are still too far away, and now the only role of the 'shadow storage' is to help him carry the boxes.

"Da, da."

Unhurried footsteps sounded, and Rowena returned to the chamber with a suitcase in her hand.

"Everything you want is in it, and I will deduct the expenses from your earnings."

She put the suitcase down, and then leaned against the wall, with a slight smile on her white face:

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"I'm going to rest here today, do you want to come along?"

Grandin's face was expressionless, "I'll go back to Beckland when I'm done with this." ”

His will is as strong as steel.

"Whatever you want." Rowena covered her mouth with her hands and yawned lightly, "I have already instructed them to prepare a carriage for you, do you need another coachman?" ”

"No, ma'am. Just get a horse for me, please. Grandin said as he opened his suitcase and examined the spiritual materials inside.

His horse-drawn chariot driving skills can only be said to be sorry, but horseback riding as a necessary skill for nobles, he has long been proficient.

Rowena didn't say anything more, said hello, and left.

Grandin, on the other hand, set up a spiritual wall around the chamber, and then began to carry boxes of arms to the Black Lake by means of self-sacrifice.

At about half-past four in the morning, Grantin walked out of the chamber with a tired face. He twisted the mechanism and sealed the chamber again. After a little hesitation, he finally pulled the pendant off and put it back in the bottle to take it with him.

The lack of sleep all night, coupled with a lot of physical work, had squeezed his spirit and strength clean. He endured it and did not drink the 'Goddess's Gaze' again.

But as soon as he crawled out of the tunnel, the smell of the stables rushed into his nostrils, giving him an instant boost of energy. Fortunately, he hadn't eaten all night, so he didn't need to worry about throwing up.

In the stable, there was a horse that was all white, but mixed with some light gray, and had already draped a full set of saddles according to his request.

Grandin patted the horse's neck with delight.

At the sound of the white horse's nose, he rolled over his horse in a dashing manner, and with a flick of the reins, he steered the white horse over the fence and galloped towards Beckland.

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Sunday, Beckland Bridge District, 6:30 a.m.

Most of the buildings in the bridge area are townhouses, with only three floors at the highest. But there is a Gothic minaret-shaped building that stands alone on the left and right of the building.

The Gothic building was built extremely high, with a two-storey spire on top of a five-storey building. If you climb to the top of the spire, you can see most of the city from there.

The hall is owned by the 'Retired Officers' Club'.

In front of the hall is the Tasok River and the Beckland Bridge. At this time, there were already scattered citizens walking across the bridge deck, and these could be clearly seen behind the glass windows of the guild hall.

Although the hall is imposingly built, it is also used by the club once a year during the Beckland Flower Boat Parade, and it is rarely visited on weekdays.

Audrey was the first visitor here today. It's a pity that the old man who guards the door is too serious, and she was stopped outside the iron door of the hall because she didn't have an invitation.

Audrey sat in the carriage, her cheeks propped up, looking at the imposing house, the towering spire reminding her of a sword.

"Susie, why hasn't the teacher arrived yet?"

Her valet Anne was standing outside the carriage, and it was now just her and Susie.

Susie, who was squatting opposite Audrey, tilted her head and snorted helplessly.

"I'm sorry, Susie. You act so much like a human on weekdays that I forgot that you can't speak. ”

Audrey smiled and turned her head out the window. M..coM

Yesterday, after Susie woke her up with her furry head, she was a little excited. Because my teacher sent a note saying that there would be a practical class today.