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"Artifact?" Edward raised an eyebrow. (The fastest update speed is on the Aishang Novel Network biquge.info)

"Well, there are also sayings that celestial creatures have descended, or miracles or something, in short, four people can say eight things. However, this is the most common claim...... Probably because your bards are pulling things inside, and most of the light that comes out of the ground belongs to artifacts, but in my opinion, it's more like ...... You didn't see that scenery at that time, that kind of sky-high brilliance...... Oops, to be honest, somehow, my legs are weak, I can't think of anything in my head, I just keep trying to stay away. Actually, you know, I was going to help you out. ”

Taking a sip of wine, the dwarf rubbed his red nose and seemed a little embarrassed: "But after running out for a few miles, I found that far away, there were still a few rays of light like that...... And then by the time I got back, there was already a bunch of people there. Oh, by the way, you haven't told me yet, what are they doing, why are you telling me not to say anything?"

The young hunter did not answer the dwarf's question, but lowered his gaze, as if in another contemplation.

But the dwarf didn't mind the rudeness very much—he took another sip of wine, and he leaned back into the pile of cushions at the back of the carriage, narrowing his eyes in comfort.

Although it was only a small caravan, a caravan carrying goods, there was a rather experienced coachman. The axle is oiled, the noise is very light, and the docile old horse is very familiar with the road, and there will not be too many bumps when walking on uneven roads, and the goods transported are some soft sheepskin mats and woolen products. It has been sold on the trade road, and the inside of the carriage is very spacious, but there is also a thick layer of handmade carpet at the bottom, which is soft and soft, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is a bed.

The sun shines through the small window of the carport near noon, and the swaying of the cart becomes a comfortable experience as if it were floating into the clouds, making people drowsy...... Well, actually, the Baroque night rain has been spent in sleep since the beginning of the journey, but it is obviously more pleasant to lie awake in this place more comfortable than a bed, to watch the slowly changing scenery outside the caravan window, and to drink a few sips of a platinum coin and a small barrel of wine.

If a bard plucks the lute, and a tall-breasted woman leans against him...... Maybe the most comfortable enjoyment in life is nothing more than that, right?

The dwarf thought so, and threw aside the fact that he had fled for an inexplicable reason, and violated the heroic traditions of the dwarves. When you can enjoy it, you have to torture yourself with some weird thoughts, that is a vulgar fool - yes, a good attitude is the trick to a happy life, and it is worth celebrating...... Baroque, non-vulgar, Yeyu narrowed his eyes and picked up the small wine barrel beside him.

On the other side, Edward, the representative of the vulgar, was lowering his gaze to the middle finger of his left hand.

Although he enjoyed the soft slow rocking, Edward did not, and he would never be in the same relaxed mood as a dwarf - there were so many strange, dangerous, or surprising things in the past night that if these events were not sorted out one by one, he might inadvertently run into quite a bit of trouble in the future.

The young man gazed at the fine metal weave of the ring, where the facets of the gem shimmered and looked extraordinary...... It's just exquisite, and no matter how you look at it, it's just an ordinary object with a little more beautiful shape.

But Edward was well aware of the strangeness of this little thing—not least because no one, including the dwarves who were close by, had never found the ring in it. And the miracle that was caused last night, and...... Engraved in his mind, a memory that was as deep as if he had experienced it himself, but yet so distant that it was impossible to estimate the age.

"Artifact...... "He shook his head slightly.

He now knew why the magic sword in his hand last night had been damaged by a demon. No, it should be said that from the very beginning, this sword, which was randomly placed in the room by a monster, was not a big bargain that those octopus heads looked away and let themselves pick up.

The reason why it is so strong is only because of this strange ring in the boy's hand - hence the power of this ring is worthy of its name.

An artifact.

Although he had a strong penchant for magic, Edward had limited knowledge of magical objects and the like due to the inferior way in which knowledge flowed in this world—that is, only a little more than the average person.

In fact, magic is not as mysterious as imagined in some rich areas. So-called low-magic items are often nothing more than substitutes for things like oil lamps and fans to improve the quality of life. Most of the real magic items are weapons used for offense and defense, and one of the distinguishing features is that they have at least one magical power that can be activated. It is also the most common work of mages and alchemists in the world - it can be a wand that stores spells, armor strengthened by magic, and sharp swords. It could also be just a book with secrets, or even various props.

Rare magical items are already at the level of treasures, and the magic that is constant on them can be used repeatedly, and even the contrast between strength and weakness can be changed in a certain way, and some of them are extraordinarily high-end, often sung in bard songs and even fantasies. In the history of a country and a place, although there are many legends handed down, there are only a few things that are really mastered by people, and they are only controlled by the core members of some big nobles, or the hands of a certain king or lord, which is often a symbol of status.

Of course, this is just a crude division, after all, the classification of those mages and scholars has been detailed to dozens of ranks, more than a dozen levels. It's a pity that the various theories of distinction are also varied, attacking each other endlessly, and for ordinary people, there is really no need to memorize......

However, those who bear the name of artifacts are ......

Or it is not really controlled by God, but it is often lost in the dust of history, and is mastered by some churches or the power of the ** teacher, most of the lost things of the ancients that can be counted, those legendary powers are enough to become the lord of a great country by themselves, or simply, they are real gods. No matter what kind of thing it is, these artifacts are all things in the fantasy of ordinary people, and there are very few people who are lucky enough to be able to see their power, let alone use the so-called ......

Although divine weapons are not common, they have appeared at least a thousand times in the history of this continent for tens of thousands of years, and even Edward has heard of them from time to time, and there are many additional divine powers, not to mention an extraordinarily sharp thing. However, it is not ordinary to change it to a ring that is not a weapon, but can exert such power.

What's more, this ring should still be a kind of clue to the more powerful storage zài...... The secret of an item being able to carry a memory and manifest it in such a gorgeous form must be amazingly large.

Big secrets, often mean big trouble.

An artifact falling into the hands of an ordinary person may only appear in the third-rate stories of a crappy poet forever - in the reality of many powers, the owner of the artifact must be, and will always be, a powerful sage, a hero or an overlord demon king.

Because those who are lucky enough to get these things, but do not have the corresponding power, have been drowned in the dust of history and disappeared without a trace.

The sober realization made Edward shiver slightly.

Powerful items have an unknown but haunting past, and the wielder will inevitably encounter a large number of looters, a mysterious organization with which they have a grudge in the past, and some tragedies as a result...... None of that was what he wanted. But he obviously couldn't regret it now, because the ring was so firmly bound to him that no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't let it loose from his fingertips.

I wonder if cutting my finger off will solve the problem?

Or fortunately, instead of reminding yourself to take over a sector and fly into space......

Thinking a little off track, Edward shook his head, self-deprecatingly threw out of memory the unlucky civil servant with the title of superhero but his family was ruined and his girlfriend was NTR, but he couldn't help but secretly rejoice in the experience of last night - if he had reacted carelessly before, the ending might not have been like this, and he easily got out of it, and then embarked on a leisurely journey.

Thrown onto the test bench to disintegrate, or refined into something inexplicable by some magic, is probably a conceivable outcome?

When the prop of the lie detection appeared, he was really in a hurry, and almost lost control on the spot - if it weren't for the unscrupulous spirit crystal servant who sued him at that time, some kind of method that could block his thoughts.

It's actually one of the innate abilities of the teleporter, known as Hidden Thoughts, and it's quite effective against some spells like Mind Detection. It's just that the unscrupulous spirit crystal servant has not been mentioned deliberately, and seems to be very happy to feel the anxiety and helplessness in Edward's heart...... Therefore, Edward is also happy to throw him into the space bag to experience the 'happiness' of not being able to communicate with people and not being able to perceive a qiē.

However, this incident also made Edward have more expectations for the power of the mind - after all, at critical moments, the most reliable is always the power that is firmly in his hands.

The effect of the psychic stab was evident in that battle - the sudden headache felt while chanting the incantation was enough to distort a spellcaster's ability to conceal thoughts from his own power, to render most of the mental detection ineffective, and the energy ray...... Just the power that has just started can already exert such a powerful effect, and this kind of thing is obviously worthy of all the boasts of the spirit crystal servant.

But how can we make this power more fulfilling?

"To put it simply, psychic abilities are the art of discovering the potential of the mind. Like the stars that shine brightly, psychic abilities are manifestations of the conscious energy of living beings. And the Psychic Warlock knows how to manipulate the psychic passages to build a grand edifice of mind and energy, and he knows how to do it. ”

"But I don't know what the hell I mean...... Is there anything concrete, like how to awaken those powers?"

"Stupid! Stupid! Some things must not rely on external forces, but should pay attention to one's own understanding, and what you have learned is the most suitable for you! Don't you understand such a simple truth?"

"If you don't know, just say you don't know, what's the reason......"

......

Remembering a conversation he had with the Spirit Servant, Edward scratched his head in annoyance, knowing that he was once again in a loop.

I can only hope that I have really entered the place of legend, and this dead knot can really loosen a little. But this brings us to another problem...... How much money do you have?

There must have been a lot, especially after what happened last night - the priest of the Joe or something, oh, the priest, or the priest...... The money was given very happily, and two hundred platinum coins were spilled out without blinking an eye.

Thinking of this, Edward couldn't help but reach out and touch the gold-encrusted amulet hanging around his neck - the previous one had become the prey of those octopus heads, but this time, the priest Jude Law casually gave him another ...... It seems to be even more delicate than the previous one.

In fact, if you take this opportunity to get some relationship with the other party and let them be responsible for performing teleportation techniques, it won't be a problem to go back and forth to Poplar Town, right?

Well, maybe you could get more...... Ransendel's Church in Tumenis, nay, one of the largest religious organizations on the entire continent, was even legitimized in several small states and quite a few noble territories, and possessed otherworldly power, and that Jude Law ...... Although Edward didn't know how to distinguish the priest's clothing, he was naturally not an ordinary person to appear on that kind of occasion, and he should be regarded as a rather indestructible backer.

It's just that Edward didn't intend to deal with the other party too much from the beginning to the whole time - I don't know if it was because of the nervousness after the strange thing, he felt the priest look at him with ...... There was something strange about it, so as soon as he got the opportunity, he found an excuse to run away - of course, it wasn't that his dark and thin appearance had any special attraction, but that the other party's wooing was too enthusiastic.

As for whether this qiē is because of his own ability...... Edward never overestimated his own strength. Before, he still believed that the pastor really admired him, but now after such a big matter, he didn't dare to guarantee whether the other party's intentions were so simple.

If the force is weak, then it is better not to get too close to a certain organization. Otherwise, it is destined to become only a resource for the other party.

It's better to pay attention to your own resources.

Two hundred platinum coins sounds like a lot, but half of them belong to the dwarves, and now, the sword he had the most hope of being exchanged for coins has turned into a pile of scrap metal - of course, fortunately, it was found early, otherwise it might be a bigger trouble in the future, Edward didn't want to become a fraudster, after all, the security of the magic shop pù on this continent was more than the big shopping malls he remembered, and he still had the power to kill thieves and liars.

Fortunately, this night of busyness and adventure was not an empty run - although the mage's burqa did not arrive, the two rings that Edward had confiscated from him before seemed to be good magical items.

The belt was also a pretty good thing, I don't know what kind of monster leather it was made of, but it was extremely flexible and light, and after hanging on the body, the scroll box hanging down the side of the leg, the material bag, and a wide and soft burqa, even Edward didn't look much different from a spellcaster.

And if you look closely, there is a small bag with a space spell attached to it - the space inside is not as wide as Edward's space bag, but it is not a problem to put some small things, such as daggers, change, etc.

But now, in that space, there is a book.

A large golden book looks very different—not only with gold hinges and buckles on the front and back covers, but also with a large gold lock.

At the first glance of this book, Edward was already secretly happy.

A mage must have a magic book to prepare spells, and transcribing magic on it requires the same price as copying a scroll, so in the eyes of a mage, a magic book copied by someone else is also a valuable magic item. Of course, he was pleasantly surprised, and he didn't open it indiscriminately - the time and place were not quite right now, not to mention that some mages would put a vicious curse on their magic books, so that those who read it without permission would be deaf, blind, and crazy.

The stagnant shaking cleared Edward from his thoughts.

The view from the window gradually freezes over the street of rows of houses...... The morning had passed, and the caravan had probably arrived at a transit village.

The hunter stretched out for a long time, although he chose the most comfortable car to drive, but after a long time in a small space, he still inevitably felt some sore joints, glanced at the dwarf who had begun to snore, he shook his head and jumped out of the carriage.

It's a small town. However, because of its proximity to the main city of Tumenes, which was quite prosperous, the hunter did a few simple stretching exercises beside the carriage, and watched the merchants and servants methodically watch over the horses, feed them, and trade some necessities with the local villagers, and he suddenly missed the small town that was thousands of miles away.

Homesickness?

He shook his head.

For him, Poplar Town is actually just a place to live for a long time, whether it is the old house that is often immersed in the sound of banging, or the father who is as cold and hard as pig iron in this life, it will only make him feel some strangeness in the familiarity...... Or what he really misses should be the dozens of square meters of buildings built in another world, those two people who keep working for him, nagging about his naughtiness, his studies, his salary, his life's events, until his hair has turned gray.

But this qiē seems to be too far away, out of reach, no matter how much power it has, it is difficult to touch .......

Hey!

Immersed in some distant memories, the hunter's senses seemed to be dulled a little by this, so just as he was stunned, a small voice suddenly remembered in his ears. At the same time, there was also a burst of wind that was moving!

The hunter's heart was shocked!

There was a carriage at his side and in front of him, and not far to the left was a barrel being piled up, so he reflexively turned around suddenly—but collided with the figure that was rushing towards him!

Being thrown into the arms of his opponent is extremely dangerous, so without thinking about it, he grabbed one of the opponent's palms, turned over violently and pressed the opponent under his body, one hand tightly clasped the opponent's neck, and pressed the opponent's shoulder with his elbow......

Wait a minute...... The opponent is a little too slender and thin, not to be surprised, but this fragrant and soft is not enough...... What's the deal with this suppressed whimper, as if crying?

"Why are you here?"

The delicate face close at hand made Edward stunned, and then let go of the hand that was clamping the other party's throat with a smile, and then got up at a loss, listening to the howl in his ears, parrying the small pink fist that came from his head, he turned his gaze not far away, and the figure standing with his hands down, helplessly spoke.

"I think I saw you by chance, so Miss wants to surprise you...... I'm sorry, Mr. Edward, but I was negligent......"

The half-elf changed from the posture of nervously preparing to rush over to rescue, and scratched his head at the same bewilderment: "Actually, I also want to ask, Your Excellency Edward, why did you get into our caravan?"

"Your caravan?"

"Well, to be precise, it's the caravan of the Lino Bili family, the Lino Bili family has been in business for eight generations, and one-third of the caravans around Romandi basically belong to them......"

"Damn bastard mercenary, fool Edward......! I'm going to kill you, in the name of Aunt Goddess of the Void, I'm going to kill you......"

"Hell, who made you pounce suddenly, how do I know...... Oh shit, you're such a puppy!

The half-elf's response was quickly interrupted by a nervous form, and he scrambled forward to help—his young lady was already hanging on Edward. And the connecting part is Edward's ears, and her teeth!

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