On Wednesday morning, Beckland had a rare sunny day.

After Gawain finished breakfast, he moved a deck chair to the balcony.

His whole body was comfortably spread out on the recliner, exuding a salted fish-like atmosphere.

Little Arthas lay lazily on his stomach, his eyes narrowed slightly, and his four little short legs moved twice from time to time, as if to indicate that he was not fully asleep.

"Hey, these leisurely days will become less and less in the future." Gawain sighed lightly.

He was a little bored and fiddled with Arthas's furry ears to pass the time.

On Monday night, Gawain took the weapon to the Harvest Chapel after finishing the Flame Strike.

He used this flaming blow to engage with Mr. Bishop for a while.

As he expected, this exchange brought a little bit of digestion progress to Gawain.

Wait until last night, Gawain went to the Harvest Chapel again to go to Mr. Bishop for a battle.

But this time, the digestion progress brought by it has dropped so much that it is almost difficult to feel.

From this, Gawain guessed that obtaining an extraordinary weapon or magical item in the form of a weapon would bring a slightly more noticeable digestion progress from the first battle.

After that, all you have to do is to hold this weapon for a long time, and in the process of using it, you will wear off the potions in your body little by little.

Because of the preciousness and rarity of extraordinary weapons and magical items, most extraordinary people don't actually have a suitable weapon to carry around.

Therefore, this method of digesting potions should also be the way that most weapon masters take, if they know how to play it.

And for the extraordinary people of this type of warrior path, the rules of the weapon master should be:

Focusing on an extraordinary weapon or magical item in the form of a weapon, in the long period of use, enables you to use it to the highest level and reach the realm of a master.

However, for Gawain, who has the ability to create magical items, he has another option.

That is, to make different extraordinary weapons and use them to fight once, and then sell them again as a way to recoup the money.

In this way, although the digestion progress brought by each extraordinary weapon is not much, with the blessing of quantity, it is much better than the traditional way of playing.

In addition, the cost he needs will be greatly reduced, and he can even make a small profit.

Gawain also thought about reforging the extraordinary weapon to get stuck in the bug, but unfortunately failed.

Because different objects formed by the same extraordinary property are counted as the same item in the occult sense.

"The question now is how to sell Flame Strike to Crane." Gawain stroked Alsace's little head and whispered to himself.

The dagger had been used by him and could be sold.

Judging from the attributes of Flame Strike, it is naturally Klein, who is about to be promoted to magician, and is more suitable to use this dagger.

Weapons like this that specialize in spells rather than melee combat are called blades in World of Warcraft.

It just so happens that Azeroth's original Flame Strike is also a magic blade, and it is also an artifact used by flame mastery mages in the mage class.

That's why Gawain gave it such a name.

At this moment, the bell hanging on the door downstairs suddenly jingled.

This means that Gawain's old mansion, which has been visited for many years, has welcomed its first visitor during this period.

Gawain reluctantly left the comfortable recliner and went downstairs.

He walked to the door and opened it, and saw Klein, dressed in civilian clothes, standing outside the door.

The customer is coming...... A thought flashed through Gawain's mind.

"Yo! Crane, you're coming, coming, coming in. Gawain stepped out of the way and welcomed Klein in.

Closing the door, Gawain led Klein to the living room.

"You're here in Beckland today?" Gawain asked with some curiosity.

He didn't think it was interesting for the two of them to sit and talk, so he went to the kitchen and grabbed two plates of appetizers, and then took a bottle of red wine from the cabinet.

The bottle of wine I brought with me on my last trip to Tingen was gone, and it was a bottle that I took back from the cellar.

He put the wine and food on the table, and brought two pairs of chopsticks to talk with Klein while eating.

"No, I came yesterday afternoon, and you made your own chopsticks?" Klein took the chopsticks from Gawain and asked curiously.

He looked at the chopsticks he was holding in his hand, and there was a hint of nostalgia in his eyes.

"Yes, I don't use that knife and fork very much, but this one is more comfortable to use." Gawain sat down and said.

He poured a glass of wine for both Klein and himself, and asked:

"You only came yesterday to settle your brother and sister?"

Klein shook his head and said with some hesitation:

"I, I haven't met them yet, because I haven't figured out how I'm going to explain to them how I'm coming back from the dead."

"Oh, so you're coming after the two of them?" Gawain asked.

When he was in Tingen before, he saw Melissa's sad look at the funeral and made a suggestion to Benson:

Let them try to change their living circumstances, which may be better for Melissa.

Benson also accepted the suggestion and planned to leave Tingen to live in Beckland, and let Melissa study at the Beckland Technical College.

"Yes, I waited for them to get on the train before I got on the next train." Klein said.

After his resurrection, he found a small hotel where he did not need to register his identity and stayed for the time being.

Because he was still a little worried about Benson and Melissa, he wanted to take care of them in secret.

In the past few days, he has seen with his own eyes what it is like for his brother and sister, who have been devastated by his death.

Benson appears to be calm on the surface, but when he is alone, he sometimes falls into a trance.

And Melissa, who was supposed to be like other girls of the same age, full of youth, has completely changed.

She became much haggard, and she didn't say a word on weekdays, quiet and silent like a doll.

At that moment, Klein really wanted to go to them right away, smile and say to them:

"Hi Benson, Melissa, I'm back again. Everything before was my colleague playing pranks on you. ”

But he couldn't.

He could only hide in an inconspicuous place in disguise and watch them look sad.

It wasn't until he watched the two of them board the steam train to Beckland that he took the next train to get here.

Gawain took a sip of his wine and glanced at Crane, who had fallen silent.

He thought for a moment, changed the subject and asked:

"By the way, Crane, do you want a weapon?"