"Thank you for your help, Gendry. Please give this short sword a scabbard, and the price will be calculated at the end. ”

A calm and friendly voice came and awakened the misty mind of the blacksmith's apprentice.

The sturdy young man instinctively blinked and shook his head, and then he saw the undeniably handsome guest in front of him, looking at him with inquiring eyes.

He suddenly came to his senses.

I just got distracted?

Gendry was a little unsure if he hadn't had a good rest lately.

But it's not a big deal, and there's no need to care.

After he woke up, he followed Lan's gaze and found what the guest wanted.

It was a short sword about the same length as an adult's forearm, with a one-handed handle wrapped in red leather, and a blade that was just over ten centimeters long.

"Sir, the scabbard will soon be ready, and this is a bonus."

Gendry took a silver deer coin from Lanne's hand and returned a handful of copper to him.

The silver deer is a currency with a value below the golden dragon and the silver moon.

Under normal circumstances, one silver deer is enough to buy a sufficient long sword, but Tob Mott's fame and craftsmanship make it necessary to pay for the price of even a short sword with a small arm length in this shop.

Gendry handed over the goods, completed the transaction, and returned to the fire to continue forging the horned helmet.

The owner of the shop had been resting on the chaise longue from beginning to end, and he didn't bother to raise his eyes when it came to buying and selling a short sword.

It all seemed like one of the countless transactions that this store usually goes through.

Rann was satisfied with the 'normality' and walked back with Arya.

"Here's for you."

Lan En pointed the short sword he had just bought, the hilt facing Arya.

"Your bayonet is not bad, but if I want to teach you something, it would be better for the off-hand to be equipped with a short sword for parrying."

In fact, every emperor's son has a masterful and outrageously complex library of swordsmanship in his head.

For them, swordsmanship is like a tool for creating art.

So even if they are beyond mortals, they don't have much chance to apply the flexible combination of 'bayonet + short sword', but they will definitely be.

Lanne's daily [Memory Dive], except for the two nights when he hammered Count Stetsa to death and fought against Dagon, has become a daily daily task.

Even if he is exposed to it, he doesn't care if he can use those outrageous swordsmanship now, but his vision is definitely not low.

The short sword has an advantage over the long sword as a parrying sword, because it can form a lever structure in a sword confrontation, which is much less labor-intensive than the long sword.

Basically, when Arya fights with normal men of the same age, she will not fall into a disadvantage because of the sword wrestling.

Of course, the premise is that she has already used her own skills to handle the first impact of the longsword swing and enter the wrestling stage.

"Hah! Thank you! ”

Arya smiled and took the dagger and tied it to her right waist, fighting against the 'sewing needle' on her left.

She was already expecting what kind of swordsmanship Lan En could teach her.

Lan En listened and thanked him, nodding indifferently. I said I wanted to teach something, but how could I fool you?

But at the same time, his ears twitched slightly, and in a movement that seemed to be a relaxing movement of his neck, he glanced at his right rear.

It was a dark alley.

There, a few voices were discussing something at their normal volume.

They don't know how sharp the Demon Hunter's hearing is, in a normal human ear, it's a meaningless murmur, but in the Demon Hunter's ear, it's the message.

"The sword on that guy's back, just look at the hilt. No! Just by looking at that silver counterweight carving, you can see how valuable it is! ”

"He's the daughter of the current Hand of the King!"

"Huh, big guy? But so what? We won't touch the girl. In King's Landing, the Prime Minister can't just let the decent and upright people in this city come out and find out just because his daughter's escort has been robbed, right? That's hundreds of thousands! Let's go to another street after we rob it, and hide for a few months, won't it be over? ”

"Hey, he's wearing armor that doesn't look like a mess."

"I don't think it's useful, there are ten of us, and he can't stand dragging him into the alley and beating him with sticks. And he doesn't even have a helmet, maybe the back of his head is enough for him to faint for a long time. ”

Loud voices chirp and argue back and forth in the alley.

Finally, a voice that seemed to be the lead rang out, suppressing all the disputes.

"I think we can do it. In the past, we didn't dare to do it casually, because there were only a few places where the stolen goods were sold, and the golden robe could find it if he wanted to. But for now. Didn't we just be co-opted by our 'honorable lords'? ”

"We 'adults' have money in our hands now, it doesn't matter where it comes from, it is there anyway. And he is keen to collect these strange things, this exquisite sword should be exchanged for a lot of money! ”

The tone of the leader's speech is interesting.

When he said the words 'Venerable Lord,' he didn't give his tone the emotions that matched the meaning of the word.

Instead, it was a kind of banter and ridicule.

If Lan En were to describe that tone, it would be like seeing a nouveau riche with dirt buns.

Being rich is really rich, and looking down on it is really looking down on it.

So who is this 'adult' who likes to collect strange things?

A frontier nobleman far from the royal city? A newly successful businessman?

Lan En was curious, after all, the goal of this 'adult' coincided with his.

So." Bang bang" two soft sounds.

The ten thugs in the alley looked out of the shadows and looked at the entrance of the alley in amazement.

A tall, silver-haired young man was retracting his palm that had knocked twice on the wall, and his graceful gesture was like that of a banquet host who had knocked on a glass at a drinking party and was about to speak.

A little girl followed him with great interest, and together they walked towards the shadows in the alley.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I'm a little interested in what you call 'adults'."

As he walked, Lan En smiled as he untied the straps of the long sword on his chest and placed the two swords in Arya's arms behind him.

"Can you tell me?"

The atmosphere fell silent.

The original ten people in the alley looked at the intruder in a daze.

It was the prey they had picked, and it should have been dragged into the shadows by them in five or ten minutes, stunted and stripped naked in the struggle.

And now they feel under each other's smiling expressions. You are the prey.

The first thing that came to mind was consternation.

But after the consternation, there was an exasperation mixed with surprise.

The surprise prey automatically came to the door, and what was annoyed was the graceful elegance of the other party!

In other words - that look of total indifference!

"You him. Boom! ”

One of the thugs closest to Lan En took the lead in holding the wooden stick, and he was ready to pick it up with a curse.

But then, before he could raise the stick above his head. A big hand that was so fast that he couldn't see it clearly hit him directly in the face!

"Bang!"

"Wow!"

Pressing his head, he made the back of his head collide with the face of the person behind him.

The person whose face was pressed softened directly after this blow, and it was only because his face was pinched by that hand that he did not collapse on the ground.

And the guy who was hit in the face, the blood in his nose was like turning on a faucet.

Now I can only lie on the ground, dizzy and breathe through my mouth.

"Woohoo! Lann, I won! ”

Alia gave a small cheer as she held the two swords.

"My bad." Lan didn't look back, and his unmoving hand slipped out of his palm and flicked a silver deer onto the little girl's forehead.

The remaining eight people turned pale-pale in front of the slightly shiny cat's eyes.

"It's a pity, I thought the local gangsters would be a little more polite."

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