"The one who can escape under the sneak attack of the Black Turban Assassin is definitely not an ordinary person. And I also smelled the mystery. Another whispered, removing his helmet, revealing a pale blue face. His ears resemble the fins of a fish, his skin is pale blue, and his eyes have white pupils. Obviously not human.

"You sea clan are the most sensitive to mystical aura, since you said so, then the person who the snake of sarin provoked this time was" The other person did not finish, but there was a hint of jealousy and awe in his tone.

"It should be. The smell I smelled when I was a kid thirteen years ago is still fresh in my memory. The Sea Clan man nodded affirmatively, his face solemn, "It's best not to anger this adult, this is my advice." ”

"I'll report to the city guard. ”

"After so many years, the mystery has finally reappeared. The Sea Clan stood up, "Let's go, there are a few other points that need to be cleared, you take someone back to report." ”

The shade at the back of the house.

Angre leaned against the wall, listening to the footsteps of the guards retreating, a thoughtful expression on his face.

"It's a bit of a trouble to have a race like the Sea Clan. He frowned slightly. "But it seems that to kill those people, there is no drastic action on the part of the city guards. And listening to what those two people said, it seemed that they were very in awe of the power of wizards. ”

Gathering his thoughts, Angret slowed down his steps and walked down the alley, following the same route he had taken before and soon returned to his original shop.

The mouth of the alley was empty, there was no one, and there were still footprints on the ground from the thugs who had just left.

The two horses that were tied to him had been taken away by unknown thieves, but fortunately, Angli had important things with him.

Walking into the door, Anglie spun around, untied the bow and arrow, and the quiver, and the package, and placed it in the shop, then locked the door and left the alley.

He got a lot of change from those gangsters, and now that the dried meat and everything have been stolen, he has to go to the street to buy some food.

I found a pie shop nearby.

The glass door outside this pie shop is open, and there are quite a few customers coming in and out. The bronze plaque on the outside reads: Dai Lin's Pie House.

Anglie pinned the hilt of the crosssword behind him and strode in.

Inside the store, there is a row of white counters and seven or eight sets of tables and chairs. The environment is quite clean and tidy. At the counter, two or three clerks were busy handing the wrapped finished pies to the customers in line.

The aroma of the pie's meat and green onions, mixed with the oil of the pancakes, filled the air, and Anglie took a deep breath and walked to a table that was still empty and sat down.

The shop was not very crowded, and a few little boys and girls were going around to greet customers.

As soon as Anglie sat down, a little girl came up and wiped her hands on her white apron. "This brother, what do you want?"

"What do you have here?"

"Our signature here is the onion pie, as well as sesame sweet bread, fried buns, and vegetable pies. The little girl's voice was crisp and reported the name of the dish.

"I want a scallion pie. How much?" asked Angle.

"Just two silver coins. ”

Two silver coins were taken out of the leather bag and placed on the little girl's hands.

After ten minutes of waiting, Anglie's pie was delivered.

The dough is fried to a golden brown brown, and the finely chopped meat and green shallots look particularly tender. Placed on the table, a pungent mixture of burning aromas came to the face.

Angre took a knife and fork and divided it into his mouth. The crispy crust, the hot softness and the meat, diced meat and green onion are mixed together, which is chewy, fragrant but not greasy. The saltiness is also put just right.

After eating a large piece of pie in a few bites, Angel called for another one, and quickly finished eating, and then got up unsatisfied.

Walk to the counter. At this time, there are many fewer customers, and after the meal time, the natural flow of customers is smaller.

"This guest, what do you need?" a clerk hurriedly came over to ask.

"I need your store to deliver pies to me at a designated location every day, money is not a problem. Is that okay?" asked Angle.

"Absolutely, we have this service. ”

"I was also given a glass of milk and a juice drink for each meal. ”

Twenty minutes later.

Solving the problem of eating every day, Angele left the pie shop and returned to his shop.

Close the door and begin the essential daily meditation.

Everything in the shop was emptied, and Anglie didn't care, just sat down cross-legged on the ground and began to meditate. For him at the knight level, if it weren't for a particularly harsh environment, it wouldn't have much impact.

The last time the wound was infected, he suspected that it might be the problem of the black needle, otherwise with his knight-level physical fitness, how could he get sick so easily? However, the chip did not have any information on the black needle, and he had no clue about the analysis out of thin air, so he had to start experimenting with various materials and substances, and carry out a series of experiments such as pH, burning treatment, freezing treatment, chemical reaction, etc., in order to obtain the first-hand information data of the black needle.

After meditating for about an hour, I re-modeled the vertigo technique and mental power that I had used before, and stored it in the chip. Angel was ready to get up and go out.

The shop also needs to buy beds, household utensils, furniture, and some daily consumables, as well as clothes and boots that need to be replaced.

Fortunately, the noble certificate on his body was not lost, otherwise without this thing, Anglie would not have been able to buy any clothes except gray.

For the next ten days, Angre stayed in the shop, eating, drinking, and sleeping every day, and meditated. Occasionally wander around the neighborhood and buy some small things in life. And then it came back very quickly and learned a lot of what was in the chip. In addition, he also began to study the secret method on the parchment scroll. A secret method that can make him and the chip undetectable is definitely a good thing.

He has completely mastered the basic version with his tired hands, and the advanced improvement of the chip also requires a large amount of mental power at one time, which is not at all what he can afford now. So I can only take my time step by step.

Soon, this peaceful life was interrupted.

Knock knock.

A rhythmic knock came in at the door.

Anglie was practicing his sword, wiped the sweat from his face, and walked over to open the door.

A ten-year-old girl with a ponytail standing in the doorway holding a black metal food box. She wears a somewhat dirty white polka-dot apron. He wears a white headband on his head.

"Mr. Angle, your pie has arrived. The little girl said with a slight respect.

"Put it on the table. Anglie turned and walked to the backyard with his long sword, ready to continue practicing basic swordsmanship.

The shop is connected to a small courtyard, which is very spacious at the back, and there is a well, which is more than enough for one person.

Aang enumerated the cross sword, slashing, slashing, slashing. The three basic movements were repeated continuously, continuously, because of the fast speed, the sword body wore bursts of snorts in the air, and the silver traces faintly connected into a triangle.

"You're not leaving?" Angre suddenly put away his sword, thudched it back into the scabbard at his waist, and turned to look at the entrance of the courtyard.

The little girl was poking her head out of the crack in the door, watching him practice his sword with envy and longing. Seeing that Anglie found that she had peeked, the little girl's face suddenly turned pale.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!!" she hurriedly stood up, bent down and saluted, "Lord Angle, I was only curious when I heard the voice"

Angelel glanced at the little girl.

Ten years old, his height is normal, he is a little thin, and he looks a little malnourished. These days, she is in charge of delivering his diet. This little girl is very respectful and cautious every time. She's a very serious girl.

Anglie likes and appreciates serious people, and if he can be serious about anything and anyone, he will definitely be able to achieve good results in this world.

Looking at the little girl's sincere fear. Angre walked slowly.

"Don't bother apologizing, I don't blame you, you like swordsmanship?" he asked.

The little girl tensed, stopped saluting, and nodded quickly.

"Yes, my lord, I'm really just curious, please forgive me!" she bent down fiercely.

Anglie looked at her lightly, during this time, the secret method of the sarin snake he studied had finally broken through, so he was in a good mood today.

"You're in luck, I'm in a good mood today. What's your name?"

The little girl hurriedly replied, "Tia, my name is Tia." ”

"In the future, when you send something, I will allow you to watch while I practice my sword. Anglie could see the envy and desire for swordsmanship in this Tia. That obsessive expression wasn't formed once or twice, but she had this longing for it a long time ago.

He is not one of those hypocritical and boring nobles, even a little basic swordsmanship training has to be hidden, for sincere people, he is not stingy to give others a little chance to change their fate.

Tia's face suddenly showed an expression of surprise, and for a moment he actually forgot to thank Angle, and stayed where he was.

"Alright, watch my movements. Unimpressed, Angel walked back into the courtyard and began to point out Tia's basic training. Although these things are the most basic things, they are also summarized by countless people's personal training experience.

If something goes wrong, the movement is not standard, the posture is wrong, it is likely that in the near future, this mistake will be magnified into a fatal weakness. It can also lead to misalignment and bone cracking in the wrist joint, and inaccurate posture and movement, which will bring a huge burden on the joint of the trainer. In severe cases, it is likely to become disabled.

This world is different from the earth, all weapons are stronger than the earth, whether it is a long sword or a bow and arrow, the materials used are much heavier and stronger, and the power is naturally much greater.

After all, a person who can make a fifty-pound big sword can't give him a twenty-pound cross sword, this can only be a constraint on combat effectiveness. As a result, the burden of training is much heavier.

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