When there was a knock on the door, Lista found himself holding his breath out of bed.

Adventurers, especially those who work without a brand, are often dirty and tiring, risking their lives in polluted areas and even every time they sleep.

The quickest way to drive an adventurer crazy is to wake them up when it's finally safe to sleep.

This time, however, Lista could only turn the anger in his stomach into a long sigh, and then put on a smile and honestly open the door.

"You don't seem to have woken up today. Then Lista was asked by someone knocking on the door, "Isn't it too lax?"

Although Lista was angry in his heart, he still had to keep smiling: "Boss, do you want to practice knives again?"

Roth, who officially became his boss because he helped Lista get out of bed, looked at the person who couldn't get out of bed for three consecutive days, and was a little speechless: "Are you veteran adventurers like this?

"Actually, it's been a week since the last commission from the village. Lista himself could only smile bitterly, "I haven't tried to be so idle for several years, and I feel like my body is asking me for interest." ”

Lot nodded, "If you don't want to come and rest, it's fine." ”

"No, you can't really rust your body. "Lista's current brand of regular adventurer is only owned by Roth, Roth can be polite, but he can't.

They are still in Oscar City, partly because Roth has to adjust to his newly purchased gear, and partly because he is waiting for the situation to clear up before they can decide what to do next.

During the week, new news was brought back by the other adventurers, and the impact of the explosion was even greater than Rott and Lista had imagined, and the farthest adventurers who took the quest had already walked half a kingdom north from here, but still found no trace of filth.

If this was true, then Thrando had single-handedly accomplished the kingdom's accomplishments in the past hundred years, and now the tavern's reputation for the madman was gradually reversed, leaving Roth at no choice but to say anything.

Now Rott and Lista could barely go to the tavern, because when they showed up, they were immediately pestered by a group of people who wanted them to repeat the story of the village endlessly.

Relying on the face of the fast jade card, they asked for the right to use the back door of the inn, bypassed the tavern next to the inn, and walked towards the training ground.

The air is getting better.

As a border city close to the polluted area, Oscar City originally had a faint fishy smell in the air.

The smell always reminded Roth of his childhood, when the village of Springup was also a border village, and in the midst of this fishy smell, there were always fewer childhood playmates, and the elders who liked to tell stories would sometimes suddenly disappear and never be found again.

But now the air in the early winter is cool and refreshing.

"Sure enough, I still can't accept it. Roth said suddenly.

Lista knew what he was talking about, and said with a wry smile: "Adventurers are creatures that pay more attention to results, and if Thrando had known that his reputation had been reversed, he might have run away to the tavern and pretended to be a hero by now." ”

"You know him better than I do, where do you think he can go?" Roth wondered.

"It's useless to ask me, I've never seen him do anything so big, I guess he's hiding in the land he blew up, right?"

Rotra opened the door to the training ground, relieved to find that no one else was breathing a sigh of relief, handed the jade card to the administrator, and booked a "single room".

The Administrator was nodding his head the whole time, to the point of exaggeration.

"I remember you said that this would continue until Duchem left here?" Roth closed the door of the private room, activated the one-way soundproof barrier, and looked at the numbers on the jade plaque to see that sure enough, it still hadn't decreased.

Lista said with envy and a little jealousy: "At the level of others, it is the Adventurers' Guild that begs them to do something, and it is not comparable to those of us who have snatched our heads for a good commission." ”

Joel isn't much closer to this realm now, isn't he?" thought to Roth as he took off the long knife behind his back.

This long knife is generally made in the style of the Qin and Han style long knives, but it has a somewhat nondescript feeling.

Compared with the single knife that I bought casually before, this long knife is longer than a single knife with only the blade, and it is said that it is mixed with pure gold, which is extremely sharp and very corrosion-resistant.

Its hilt is nearly half a meter long, jet-black, and made of non-gold and non-wood - it is said to be made by fusing Mithril and ebony with special magic.

The hilt is divided into eight sections, each of which can store internal force for up to a day and can unleash a powerful burst of force during combat.

That's why Lista didn't stop Roth from buying the knife from the merchant who was full of magic cars.

Regardless of how true the merchant said, the weapon alone was worth the price for the fact that it could store internal force, and Roth's biggest disadvantage was that the amount of internal force was too small, and such equipment was needed.

It's just that the long knife and the single knife are too different after all, in order to adapt to this new weapon, Roth has been pulling Lista for training for the past three days, so he can't sleep too lazy.

"You don't have to train with a scabbard all the time. Seeing that Roth still didn't plan to pull the knife out of its sheath, Lista suggested, "If you practice like this, when you wait until the actual battle, you will find that the knife is lighter than you imagined, and it is easy to move out of shape." ”

Roth hesitated: "But this knife is made of pure gold." ”

Lista couldn't laugh or cry: "Do you know that most of my net worth is on this pair of double swords? If I can really be cut by a knife mixed with pure gold, it will be better to be bad sooner or later, and I will save my life in it." ”

Okay, it's at your own risk anyway.

Thinking so, Roth drew his knife out of its sheath for the first time in sparring.

Lista squinted slightly, and although it was only a knife draw, he still saw some clues.

Sure enough, this was not an illusion, and Roth adapted to the weapon so quickly that it was as if he was not learning but remembering.

It was because of the three days of sparring that Lista better understood how quickly Roth was improving.

Roth walked up to Lista with a swing in the air, swinging smaller and smaller, and finally stood still with the blade pointed at Lista.

The moment Lista removed the twin swords from his back, Rot's entire body moved forward half a step with almost no visible movement, and stabbed forward suddenly.

Lista crossed his swords to restrain the long knife, and then continued to suppress it with his left-handed sword, and with a turn of his body, his right-hand sword swung mercilessly at Rot's head.

Roth raised his knee to collect his sword, blocked it with the hilt, and took a half-step to counterattack, but he leaned back halfway through the attack, dodging Lista's backhand.

Lista relaxed her wrist and spun around Roth.

He is a swordsman who is good at fighting while walking, the lighter his steps, the more he can advance and retreat, the more he can exert his strength, if he is suppressed and has to fight, his strength will be greatly reduced.

As early as the first day of sparring training, Roth had already begun to try to suppress Lista's style of play, and he couldn't help but feel that Roth's fighting awareness was good.

But having obvious shortcomings in the style of play is not necessarily a bad thing, and with good use, shortcomings can also become a fatal trap.

If it was yesterday's Roth, he would have been held to his heart by his left sword when he just tried to pursue.

In drills like this, both sides are point-to-point, trying not to use internal force or fighting energy, although this kind of fighting skill with humans may not be used in the face of filthy beasts and rigid shadows, but only in such sparring can you master your weapons to the greatest extent.

Roth and Lista were fortunate to agree on this point, and although the idea was not obvious, Lista thought that this may have been one of the reasons why he liked Roth in the first place.

The training ground is a bit small, which is a disadvantage for Lista, but it is his characteristic to take advantage of his disadvantages first before his opponents.

After a few superficial encounters, it looked like Lista was going around the corner, and in order to prevent Lista from continuing to take advantage of his pace, Roth took the plunge of stepping.

However, Lista, who had long expected his opponent's move, took a step ahead and slashed at the long knife before Rot's strength could be fired, and then continued to approach Rott while slashing at the long knife with his twin swords.

Roth tried to pull the long knife out of the pressure by stepping back, but Lista pressed for nothing.

"Ahh ”

Rot's back slammed into the wall, and Lista's right-handed sword slashed at his hand, and although the sword only broke through the skin without using Dou Qi, it still hurt.

Lista stabbed Roth in the head with his left-handed sword again.

"Hey, there's no need for that!" Roth didn't know where to rub it.

"In a real battle, the opponent won't just cut off his hand and finish the matter, he will definitely have to make up the sword, right?" said Lista, turning his sword.

Roth looked at him suspiciously: "You're definitely angry because you were woken up in the morning, right?"

"Don't wronged anyone. ”

Lista smiled and spoke, muttering silently to herself.

Is it really so easy to convert the technique of a single knife into a long knife? I actually used tactics inadvertently, and I could still rely on simple skills to crush it on the first day.

He couldn't help but ask, "Roth, who did you learn the sword technique from?"

Roth thought for a moment and replied, "No one has ever taught me from books, so if I have to say anything, I guess I learned it from the author of that book." ”

Lista was curious: "What? Is it the kind of martial arts cheats that you Qin and Han people always say?"

"It shouldn't be counted, people sell it quite cheaply. Roth smiled, "I won't hide it from you, I learned the sword from a book with the little sword master." ”

"Isn't that right? Isn't the little sword saint Jöel raised? You can't do this? And the little sword saint's swordsmanship is Wicken-style, occasionally mixed with some elf and Qin and Han-style skills, and it can't match you at all. "Lista only thinks he's bragging.

Hearing this, Roth smiled, walked back to the middle of the venue and said, "You don't believe me honestly, what can I do?" Come, by practicing with me, I will strive to become a teacher tomorrow and the day after tomorrow!"

While whispering something like "people are ...... than people", Lista walked to the opposite side of Rot, pointed his left sword at Lot, and put his right hand on his shoulder and said, "Come again!"

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"Elder Walesford, is this the book?"

The fact that Joel had secretly returned to his hometown eventually spread among the adventurers in the form of gossip, and the subsequent disappearance of Roth added a lot of room for reverie to this rumor, and one of the many effects that came with it was that more people came to see the book.

Although the big man in the capital himself said that this book is not worth anything, he can't stand it, and he always feels that he is a different person, and he can see something different from it.

This is not a bad thing for the village, although there is no clear price, but if you want to read this book, you always have to show a little sincerity, and the various sinceritys in Elder Walesford's house are also getting more and more.

For example, now the little priest has brought a baptized statue of the god, which will constantly emit holy light when placed here, which is said to prolong life, which is suitable for the Elder Walesford, who is more and more pious as he gets older, and the village chief will not give it when he comes.

"It's this book, the young man has a lot of hands, be careful not to tear it up when you turn it. The elder smiled and hugged the idol as he pondered where to place it.

The young priest smiled back, nodded his head, and carefully flipped through the book.

There was a gray mist in his eyes.