Honk~

"Ington Street has arrived, hurry up and get off the bus!" interrupted the conversation with the conductor's shout, and then hurriedly picked up his belongings and hurried to the door.

Gehr caught a glimpse of a large piece of paper being taken out of his seat and falling to the ground by the two of them in a hurry, and the two men did not pay attention to it and got out of the car directly, and Gell picked it up, and it was a newspaper.

Gell shook the newspaper and unfolded it with a clatter, and through the dim light a line of large black bold words came into his eyes.

"Madness! Explosions! A cloud of terror is looming over Konatas!"

Gehr then carefully read the contents of the events printed on it.

The so-called Philippan Restoration Army is a group of people who claim to be descendants of the Philippan Empire, which was divided by the three current powers in the Thirty Years' War, with the aim of re-establishing the new Philippian Empire. Of course, their methods are not friendly, especially for the Kingdom of Konatas, who stabbed the Philippan Empire in the back as its closest ally at the end of the Thirty Years' War.

There have been several terrorist attacks in the past few years, most of which have been targeted in the Kingdom of Konatas, so the people of the kingdom can be said to have changed color when talking about the Philippian Restoration Army.

This time, after several years of coordination, the official of the Kingdom of Konatas cooperated with the other two countries to set a trap to severely damage the Philippian Restoration Army and capture the leader of the Philippian Restoration Army, and the Kingdom officials wanted to use the public trial to boost the confidence of the people, and the result was that the Philippian Restoration Army attacked brazenly in the case of serious injuries, setting off the largest terrorist attack so far.

"Sure enough, no matter which world you are, the strength is the most fundamental thing. If you don't have the strength, you can only pray that the butcher's knife will not come to you, and wait for the judgment of fate, which will always be just the act of cowards!"

Gehr closed the newspaper and suddenly felt that his thoughts were clear, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

......

"Elm Street is here, and the people who get off the bus are hurrying up!"

Gell got off the train and looked up at the brass plaque that stood on the side of the sidewalk, inscribed with the spelling of Elm Street.

When you get to the neighborhood where Elm Street is located, it obviously feels completely different from the area where the college is located. The buildings of Elm Street are mainly made of wood, and the small two- and three-story buildings built of rough wood squeeze the street like a long snake, narrow and old, as if it were separated from the center of the college district by a century.

Geer questioned a few passers-by and soon got the news about Old Jack's antique shop.

By this time the sky had begun to fall with fine rain, and Gehr did not waste any more time, and walked along the road according to the information, and after a few corners, he saw a three-story cylindrical wooden house at the corner, the storefront was open and shone softly, and on the wall above the store door hung a metal sign with the inscription - Old Jack Antique Store.

Gehr walked straight inside.

Half an hour later, Gehr walked out, somewhat confused, with the same empty hands as he had entered.

"It's exactly the same as Instructor Andrew's, and even the age is almost the same, so why don't you have the energy to absorb it?"

During this half-hour, the owner of the antique shop showed Gehr several Wino daggers, but to Gehr's disappointment, none of them had the special energy that could be absorbed, and later asked the boss to come up with other weapons collections of similar or earlier era, but the result was also nothing.

In the end, Geer could only leave the antique shop in embarrassment as the owner's face darkened and darkened.

After delaying these times in the antique shop, the rain in the sky has fallen, and the rain like oil rushes to the ground intensively, and the sky and the earth are foggy, and you can only see the swaying fire on the street lamp stubbornly resisting the embrace of darkness.

Looking back at the door of the antique shop that had been closed behind him, thinking that the owner would not welcome him now, and looking at the neighborhood, there were no more open stores, Gehr decided to brave the rain and go to the station first.

When I came here, I saw a lively street near the station, and I heard that it was a famous flea market in this area, where you should be able to buy umbrellas and ponchos.

After walking in the rain for a few minutes from memory, Gehr found the location of the flea market.

It is less than fifty meters from the station. Because this area is located at the junction of urban and suburban areas, it is full of people from all walks of life, and the flea market, which is a gathering point of people, is quite lively every day.

The streets are not too wide, the lights are bright, and the occupied positions are covered with a thick tarpaulin to prevent rain from entering. On both sides are small shopfronts, and the steps above the ground are also full of all kinds of small stalls, buying everything, but most of them are some simple handicrafts and items that I don't know where to go.

I bought an umbrella from the small shop at the entrance of the market that had just hung out the rain gear, and Geer saw that there was still plenty of time before the train arrived at the station, so he thought about it and entered the market for a while.

After a few circles along the path left by the stalls, Gehr just glanced at the items sold in the storefront and stalls, and had no desire to buy.

Suddenly, Ger felt the energy bar beneath his vision begin to flicker again, just as he had seen Instructor Andrew's Wino Shortsword.

I turned to the left as far as I could see, and the owner was an old man. On his right hand side are some handmade weapons and ornaments, which seem to be made by some tribesmen in remote areas that Gehr has heard from his history teacher, and have a rough charm, while on his left hand side are some tattered things, carvings, ornaments, tools, all piled up at random, each of which is very old-looking, and even has some rust or dirt, which looks very old, and what makes Gell feel is in this pile.

The stall didn't seem to be frequented by anyone, except for Gehr, who was left with another middle-aged man picking and choosing on the right hand side of the stall owner.

Gehr crouched down and carefully rummaged through the places indicated by his senses. After he touched a cross sword, the energy bar value in the corner of his eye suddenly jumped.

"This is it!"

Gehr tried his best to control the muscles of his face, turning slightly sideways to prevent the stall owner from seeing his faintly excited face.

It was a broken cross sword, with only a small section of the sword left above the hilt, and the sword body was still pitted and covered with various scars, which looked dull, and the intricate ornate carvings could be faintly seen on the hilt with some dirt and rust, but the place where it should have been inlaid with gems had been hollowed out, and a large black hole remained. However, there is a metal head at the top of the hilt that is still intact, about the length of a thumb, and although there are many scratches, the letters engraved on it can still be clearly recognized - Ansetans.

The stall owner glanced at Gehr's side, and suddenly spoke: "You have a good eye, I just picked it up from the countryside, this is the sword of the legendary great knight of the Radiant Empire, Ansetans, five hundred years ago, it is said that in the battle of Dusk where Ansetans was killed, he was cut by the black knight Nefadouin and fell into the crack of the ground, and disappeared from ......"

"Come on, over the years, there are not thousands of Berutini, but there are hundreds, there are older than you, and there are also those who are intact and bright as new, and they all clamore that they are genuine. The middle-aged man who was picking up the goods on the side interjected with a smile.

The stall owner laughed and scratched the sparse white hair on his head, and did not continue.

"How much is this?" the middle-aged man picked out an ornament and asked the stall owner.

"The handmade strings of beads of the Kunta tribe are carved from the heart of the sacred elephant tree, and a canary will be given to you. ”

"Hey, they're all regular customers, let's get cheaper. ”

"Well, that's eight seflins, it can't be cheaper. ”

"Six Sefflins, I want it. ”

"This really can't be done, at least twenty Tifen ...... you"

......

Gell didn't pay attention to the bargaining between the two men, but was engrossed in feeling the breath in the broken cross. He could feel that there was a very strong cold aura in this cross sword, which was several times stronger than the Wino short sword, but somehow he couldn't absorb the breath inside his body at once like before, and could only pull it out little by little like squeezing toothpaste.

After trying it for a while, Gehr gave up the idea of absorbing energy on the spot and decided to buy it back and study it slowly.

At this time, the middle-aged man also negotiated the price with the stall owner, and after paying the money, he muttered and left with the beads.

"What's the price?" asked Gell with the broken sword.

"A canary. The stall owner replied casually: "Last time, someone wanted to buy it, but he didn't bring enough money, maybe he will come back and buy it, if you want it, don't miss this opportunity." ”

Gehr frowned slightly, the price was obvious, the stall owner saw that he wanted to buy, deliberately offered a high price, and also moved out the excuse that others wanted to buy to put pressure on himself. But don't be afraid of 10,000, just in case, if there is really another person who wants to buy, then you really can't miss this opportunity.

There were still four canary coins on his body, and Gehr thought about it and decided to buy them, and just as he was about to speak, his eyes swept to the place where the middle-aged man was, where there was a beautiful short bow on the stall.

Gehr moved over and picked up the bow. It was about the length of an arm, and it looked like it was made of wood, but it was heavy to hold and completely cold to the touch, so I tried the strength of the bowstring, and it was stronger than the longbow used in the archery club.

"What is this?"

"Hualuo Short Bow, every hunter of the Hualuo tribe must make one for himself during the coming-of-age ceremony, using the toughest material Shen Xing Wood and the most elastic blackbuck bison hamstring, this one is the best of the best......" The stall owner saw that Gehr was interested in another thing, and a gleam flashed in his eyes.

Gehr tried a few more times, and it felt really good: "How much is this?"

"Also a canary. ”

"I won't bargain with you, this bow plus the broken sword just now, a total canary for a price, will it be sold?" said Gehr bluntly.

"Sell!" These two things add up to two Severlins that can't be collected, you must know that the current bow is far less useful than the crossbow, not to mention the musket, and this kind of cross broken sword that does not know the truth or falsehood is too much on the market, and it can't be bidd, so I finally have a chance to make a move, and seeing Geer's attitude, how can I miss it.

Looking at this picture, Ge didn't know that he was still pitted, so he angrily lit the broken animal skin quiver with matching arrows next to the short bow, and said, "Give me this too." ”

"No problem. The stall owner didn't mind at all, and happily agreed.

Gehr shook his head, anyway, the most important thing is in hand, and he can get the short bow that he can take advantage of, and he is not a loss.

"This gentleman, I have a lot of antique weapons here, are you interested?"

Just as Gehr was about to leave, a voice came from behind him.