"I really didn't expect that your organization is so powerful that it has already infiltrated into the empire... Ahem, I'm sorry, I let it slip at the moment."
As if realizing something, the old man closed his mouth in embarrassment.
Ceria seemed not to have heard it, and stretched lazily, showing off her perfect curvy figure, and walked towards the wine table.
Ling Fei was bored and playing with the strange knife he got from Andre, tilting his head, as if he couldn't figure out how this weapon could have such a weird attack method.
When Old Henry saw Ling Fei take out Andre's knife, his eyes were full of unabashed greed.
He cleared his throat and said in an elder's tone:
"Um, let me talk about Ling Fei, didn't you just say that if I gave you two hundred gold, you would leave Andre to the uncle for me to handle? If this is the case, then is his weapon...hehe?"
Ling Fei looked away from the blade, touched his chin, and looked at this old guy who was interested in making money with a half-smile:
"If I remember correctly, the wanted list of the mercenary group only needs the heads of wanted people. Old man, you really have an eye for money. Moreover, the things that can make you miss must be good things, not
What?"
Having said this, Ling Fei paused for a moment, continued to turn the knife in his hand, and then placed it in front of old Henry. Before he could take it, he said quietly:
"I'll give it to you, do you dare to ask for it?"
After saying that, he stopped looking at old Henry and continued to study this weird knife.
When Old Henry heard this, he quietly put back the hand he had just raised, laughed dryly, and continued to sort out the "trophies" that were still stained with blood.
"Haha, this knife is called the Phantom Blade. It is said to be a magical weapon produced by Su Nan Workshop."
Ceria sat on the high stool at the wine counter, swaying her slender and sexy legs, gently shaking the wine glass in her hand, and interjected in a frivolous tone.
"Sonam Workshop?"
"magic?"
Two voices sounded at the same time, but it was obvious that the focus of both sides was completely different.
Suran Workshop is a workshop located in the capital of Xuzu. It is the holy place in the hearts of all craftsmen in the Arad continent and is highly respected by adventurers.
This workshop has its own unique brand and is mainly famous for manufacturing high-quality weapons and armor. Almost every piece of equipment they produce is of high quality, exquisitely designed, light to use yet strong. Most of the equipment even comes with
Some magic power has made it the first choice equipment for adventurers.
Based on this forging atmosphere, the famous forging masters gathered here have stricter controls and more demanding requirements on the works they forge. They always strive to hope that their works can reach the state of perfection. This has led to the creation of Suran Workshop.
The output of equipment has never been high, and naturally only a few strong and lucky people have the opportunity to obtain it.
Therefore, many adventurers are proud to own a piece of equipment from Sunan Workshop, which conforms to the market law of rare things becoming more valuable. Therefore, when Ceria said this name from her mouth, as a businessman,
Henry grasped this key keenly, and his eyes became even more fanatical when looking at the knife.
As for Ling Fei, he cared more about the use value of this weapon, so when he heard the word "artifact", he showed strong interest.
"Tch... what kind of magical weapon can it be as magical as me?"
The Black Lord's Great Sword, who was leaning on the back of the chair, interjected disdainfully, saying that to it, other weapons were all trash in his eyes.
Ling Fei glanced at the black giant sword and sneered: "Are you really a weapon?"
Cassia's giant sword suddenly fell into silence, no longer talking back, as if it was being grabbed by the throat.
Ceria cast a curious look at Ling Fei, seeming to be very interested in this conversation, but Ling Fei didn't seem to hear anything. He just flicked the blade in his hand with two fingers, signaling the elf girl to continue the topic.
The girl also knew that she would not get any useful information from this man, and then opened her red lips lightly:
"It is said that this phantom blade was a weapon made by Hubert, the famous blacksmith of Suran Workshop a hundred years ago, using the eyes of the phantom beast in the sky and sea and some rare metals. In fact, this weapon is
A magic weapon, only by injecting magic power can it stimulate the special effects of this weapon."
As if to whet Ling Fei's appetite, Ceria stopped talking and looked at Ling Fei. Seeing that he had no reaction, a trace of disappointment flashed in her eyes, so she continued:
"Look at the two transparent gems inlaid on the handle of this knife. In fact, these are the eyes of the phantom beast. When the user injects magic power through the handle to activate the eyes, the blade will produce a slight vibration, causing the surrounding area of the blade to vibrate.
The air is turbulent, and when you use the sword to fight, it will automatically produce phantoms to confuse the enemy. The more magic power is injected, the more phantoms will be generated."
Ling Fei nodded and without any nonsense, he changed the phantom blade to his left hand and put it in front of his eyes.
Carefully injecting the power of ghosts and gods, the transparent gem suddenly brightened after the magic was injected into it, and then the entire blade made a buzzing sound.
Ling Fei frowned and took a closer look. The blade was indeed vibrating at high speed, but there was no abnormal feeling at all on the handle of the knife he was holding.
This made his eyes light up. He stood up suddenly and swayed in the air. Two afterimages suddenly appeared on the trajectory of the blade, but the real blade was hidden between the two afterimages.
The sword shadow produced through the phantom orb can completely disrupt the opponent's defense rhythm.
Nodding with satisfaction, the power of ghosts and gods in Ling Fei's hand gradually increased, and the transparent crystal became brighter and brighter. Soon the afterimages increased from two to three, then four, until it increased to nine, and the number of phantoms stopped increasing.
Nodding with satisfaction, Ling Fei slowly took back his magic power and laughed:
"Haha, it is indeed a handy weapon, Cassia, what do you think?"
But at some point, the black giant sword stood upright on its own, and its strange purple pupils carefully watched the phantom blade in Ling Fei's hand.
"Hey, Ling Fei, you are right. This weapon is more suitable for our feast. Well... I am so excited just thinking about this uncle that I am trembling with excitement. I like it."
Ling Fei nodded and suddenly said to Ceria:
"Tell me, what are your conditions?"
The elf girl was obviously confused by Ling Fei's out-of-the-box thinking. She wrinkled her cute nose and looked confused.
Ling Fei sat down on the sofa and looked at the phantom blade in his hand with a smile.
"You took advantage of the old ghost's tendency to take advantage of petty gains and brought me here. You weren't just out of boredom. You were just showing off your wealth and your wisdom in front of us, right? If you really want to win,
With your strength, it’s my turn to take control of that street. Since you lured me out and gave me such a great gift, I never thought there was a free lunch in the world, so since there are conditions, then
Just say it directly, I don’t like beating around the bush.”