"Just want him! How much does it cost!" Although I was still scared of the aura I felt just now! This dark long sword also seemed simple and dim, but since Xuanyuan Sword Spirit said that he wanted him, Rhode would naturally not object, and the sword spirit's vision must be unwilling, at least Rhode thought so.

"It? Sorry, can you see something else? This sword was made by our ancestors alone and has been passed down to this day, and you should have felt it just now that it has a strong murderous aura and is not suitable for you to use.

You can look at this one, you see, this is the best weapon in our store. The best stainless steel and black iron made of weapons are also integrated into the essence of a king-level monster and a little mitril silver. It can make the user's fighting spirit very well and be fully displayed. With the strong sword body and the method of using bones to refine swords, I believe that it can be considered a good weapon in the entire empire and even the entire continent. It is no exaggeration to say that it is not even worse than the weapons made by Mitsunian!”

Hearing Rhode's words, the middle-aged man's face changed. After pondering for a moment, he walked into the inner room with a look of difficulty, took out a white long sword from it, and came to Rhode's side and introduced it!

I was a little stunned. This was the first time I saw such a seller. Since I put out the items, I should have sold them. His refusal was completely unexpected.

However, Rhode's attention quickly shifted to the long sword in his hand. It was white all over, with a delicate hilt. The sword body was not only thin but also looked really tough. The design and structure seemed to be the most exquisite of the long sword he had ever seen.

The fine steel, black iron and mitral? And the essence core of the king-level monster? Seeing the sword Rhode's most bursting, he showed a hint of excitement and jealousy. The weapons he had seen in the past were at most made of black iron or fine iron. At most, he had seen weapons made of refined iron mixed with fine steel and a little bit of black iron in the hands of Roger's scum. Now, how can he not be excited when he saw a long sword?

According to the memories that Netrod left to himself, it seems that these materials are the best materials for refining weapons in this continent. Any material can refine a good weapon, especially black iron and mitral. These things are essential things to create magical weapons.

Mithril has a rare ore with an annual output of no more than one ton on the entire continent. How many of them can be found after refining is still an unknown number, so-called extremely rare!

With the essence of the king-level monster, even a magician will fall in love with this sword when he sees it. This is a good thing.

Such a long sword may be considered rare in the empire. I believe that if it weren't for the sword spirit's instructions, Rhode would have given up the dark and ancient sword just now and aimed at this one.

However, after being excited, Rhode soon realized why there were such swords in such a small town, why could they forge such long swords? Where did these materials come from, and why did they hide in the inner room and not take them out until now? It seems that there are unreasonable reasons for too many places. I believe that such a long sword can be at the forefront even in the most prosperous weapon shop of the empire or the entire continent. How could it be hidden here?

What’s more important is why after they take this sword on the wall, they will take out this sword and introduce it to them?

"Ahem... I can't afford it!" After thinking about this, Rhodes felt that this store was weirder, these two people were weirder!

"Then you can see something else!"

The middle-aged man seemed to be trying his best to dissuade him.

"Boy, don't listen to him, just want that one. Although the long sword in his hand can be regarded as a sword, you can't afford it either. If someone finds out, you will only be unlucky. If a man is innocent and possesses a treasure, he will know whether he is guilty of being guilty!"

At this moment, the sword spirit in Rhode's body continued to dissuade him.

"Just want this, tell me, how much is the price!" After hearing the sword spirit's words, Rod decisively interrupted the other party's questions.

"I said, if you don't sell this one, you can choose anything else!" Rhode's stubbornness made the middle-aged man cold again and said indifferently.

"You... why are you? Isn't it just for sale when you hang it here? Besides, when you brought me here before, you didn't say you wouldn't sell this one. Now you're interested in it, so you won't sell it?" Rhodes was anxious and asked anxiously.

"Why do you buy it, why do you choose it, what do you do with it?"

The old man who had been silent slowly walked to Rhode at this time, stared deeply at the long sword and asked in a heavy voice.

He reached out to stop the middle-aged man who wanted to speak, and the old man fell all his eyes on Rhode and watched carefully.

The atmosphere in the house seemed to solidify, and Rhodes even felt that his throat seemed to be locked up by others and it was a little difficult to breathe.

Especially the eyes of this old man with white hair are like a vast starry sky that cannot be seen.

"Weapons are the closest friends of a warrior. For warriors like us who use swords, there is undoubtedly a sword that is our best friend. A sword that belongs to us is also his own brother. A brother who can support each other and live and die is the most worthy of waking up. So I need a brother, a real brother! In addition to combining our own characteristics, you also need to feel attentively and attentively, and feel the sword that suits you the most suitable for you."

Hearing the old man's words, he lowered his head and pondered. Rhode quickly crafted and tidied up the knowledge that the sword spirit had just handed over to him and showed it to the old man. He paused and continued, "I just felt it with my heart. I could feel it. This sword was calling me. I connected with him a special feeling, as if he had been waiting for me here for many years.

This may be fate or destiny. Anyway, I will take him away.

Although I don’t have much money, I believe I will be his best master, best friend, and closest comrade-in-arms, and will be able to live and die."

Rhodes slowly spoke with a slightly hoarse voice, recalling the feeling he had just now, but now he felt no fear or hesitation.

Taking a deep breath, without waiting for the two people on the other side to speak, Rhode continued, "I want to become a strong man, I want to stand at the top of the world. This road is very long, I need a friend to accompany me, he is the best choice!"

Pointing at the black sword on the wall, Rhode said firmly. At this moment, his eyes were like fire, his whole aura was emitting, and his firm belief made his image look taller.

This change also made the middle-aged and old man notice it. He looked at each other and showed a look of surprise and shock on his face. In his heart, a word "Overbial aura!"

There was a silence. After Rhode's words fell, there was a silence in the room. No one spoke, looking at each other!

"You can't take it away! Thousands of years ago it helped a demon harm the continent. The ancestors took his luggage to bring him back. Thousands of years later, he can't appear again!" After hesitating, the middle-aged man gritted his teeth and said firmly.

"Cole! Let him take it away, I believe him!"

Holding the middle-aged man's shoulder and stopping his progress, the man took a deep breath and said in a deep voice. He looked at Rhode seriously, and his eyes were extremely sharp at this time, making people unconsciously want to avoid it.

Hearing the old man's words, Rhode and the middle-aged man were stunned for a moment, especially the middle-aged man's eyes changed drastically. He looked back and looked at the old man anxiously and said, "But..."

"Okay, Cole, don't say it, young man, take it away. I hope you can realize your dream and don't go astray. Since you can feel its existence, it means that you and it are destined to be destined to be taken away. Take it away, cherish it, and be able to see it so well at a young age. I believe there is a master behind you. I won't say anything. I believe he will explain everything clearly to you!"

Waving his hand, the voice of Rhodes signaling to get the sword, the old man revealed a hint of fatigue.

"I, Netrod, swear here, and I will definitely live up to the hopes of the old senior!"

Turning around, carefully taking off the long sword hanging with a look of joy and solemnity, Rod smiled.

It seemed a little heavier than I imagined. The weight of this sword was probably no less than five kilograms. Rhode thought secretly in his heart!

Holding the hilt of the sword in his hand, a cool breath suddenly came from his hand and penetrated into his body. The fighting spirit in his body seemed to be pulled at this moment, burning like a pull, wrapping the cold breath and fusing it.

A dark sword suddenly flashed through a dim flowing rhyme, which seemed so conspicuous on the dark night. After the rhyme, a ray of light shot out from the sword body and disappeared without a trace.

"Maybe it's God's will!" The old man who saw everything sighed when he saw this scene. He couldn't know what happened! As for the middle-aged man, he couldn't say a word at this moment, and all he left was a complicated and surprised expression.

"You go, you are very lucky. This dark dragon has already admitted you, use it well! But I warn you, if you do something that is harmful to nature, I will never let you go. No matter how much it costs, I will chase you thousands of miles away like my ancestors who were thousands of years ago and get back the sword!"

His expression was a little tired, and the old man said in a deep voice.

"How much?" he looked at the changes of the two people in confusion, and asked Rhode, who was still confused about what had just happened.

"No need, the destined person appears. Everything is God's will. You go!" The old man waved his hand and said lightly, then turned around and walked into the house~!

"You can take this scabbard away, it's useful!"

As for the middle-aged man, there was also a great change at this moment. He took out a newly-made black scabbard from the stove and handed it to Rhode and said lightly, then turned around and followed the footsteps of the old man and walked inward.

"God, strange things happen every year, and this year there are a lot!" Looking at the long sword in his hand, Rhode couldn't help but murmur himself. Looking at the scabbard inside the house, which was covered with complex patterns of surprises and complex patterns, very delicate. A slight smile made a crisp sound into the sheath, which was just right.

"Thank you!" Looking at the empty room, he muttered himself and walked outside with excitement and a little puzzled mood.

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"Father, do you...we really give him that sword?"

At the same time, in the innermost room of the shop, the middle-aged man looked at the old man who was only packing things.

"Give it! Everything is decided! Hi, I hope my decision is not wrong!"
Chapter completed!