No. 13 was not dead. Leopard stared in surprise. This kid is really a monster. He has been hunting down there until now? He pondered for a moment, and then his attention returned to Freckles.
The five people walked to different shops separately, and their routes were far apart. Gordon stood at the door of the shop, looking at the various weapons and equipment hanging on the wall, while flicking his fingers, and the ice chrysanthemum dagger was turned up and down between his fingers.
Fly, jump back and forth.
This is a small skill passed down by Nishin-ryu, specifically for training eyesight and finger agility. If you can practice it to a proficient level, even irregular stones, smooth glass beads, poisoned iron caltrops, and heavy giant axes can be used
Like a dagger, it can be flipped flexibly between the fingers and controlled freely.
"Show me the crossbow on the top." Gordon pointed to the store's treasure hanging high up - a folding crossbow worth three thousand blood points.
"Are you sure?" The shopkeeper looked at Gordon suspiciously, and his eyes lit up when he spotted the silver-grade ice chrysanthemum dagger. "Please wait a moment, I'll get it right away."
He set up the wooden ladder and diligently climbed up to get the crossbow. The ice chrysanthemum dagger in Gordon's fingers suddenly stopped. Through the dagger's edge, he saw that the position of the bar curtain had moved and was pulled back a little further than before. From that angle
, you can just observe the movements of Freckles, Artest and Tracey.
The opponent targeted one of the three, and he and Saffron were eliminated first.
"This is a bronze-level folding crossbow. There is only one like this in the whole street! Look, this string is made of the entire back tendons of the golden-crowned monitor lizard. It is full of elasticity and has an effective range of
2000
4e86 Six hundred meters!" The shopkeeper carefully wiped off the dust on the crossbow, revealing the unique blue and green stripes of Konglan copper.
Gordon picked up the crossbow and put his arm on it. The crossbow body is made of Konglan copper, which is strong and light, about the same weight as wood. The arc-shaped crossbow wings have smooth lines and can be bent and folded. The crossbow box is narrow and delicate, and the grooves are polished smoothly.
, all have been treated with matte finish, the color is dark, and will not reflect light even under the scorching sun.
"My effective vision cannot see as far as six hundred meters." Gordon turned around, squinted his eyes, raised the crossbow, and made a drawing motion.
Artest, Saffron, Tracy and Freckles all walked out of the store and walked to the next store along the intersecting routes.
The shop owner said: "Look carefully at the empty copper hook hanging the string. It is also engraved with the emblem of the manufacturer. Only craftsmen who have passed the assessment of the weapons manufacturing guild can have their own emblem. This crossbow is among the bronze-level weapons.
, it’s definitely a masterpiece!”
Gordon rubbed the clover emblem on the string hook: "It's a pity that there are no matching arrows."
The shopkeeper said: "Pay five hundred blood points in advance, and I can customize five matching bronze-level arrows for you."
"Customized? That couldn't be better." Gordon's heart skipped a beat and he handed the blood card to the other party. Will the Blood Prison have its own weapons manufacturing workshop? If they sell it to outsiders, they can follow the clues and trace the weapons and materials.
More clues can be found. If the weapon is acquired, the chamber of commerce or production workshop that provides supplies to the Blood Prison Association can also be found.
Gordon paid readily, and the shopkeeper became more enthusiastic and offered a rectangular leather box as a gift for placing the crossbow. The leather box was made of the soft belly of rhinoceros skin, with strong leather ropes tied at both ends, and was carried on the back.
On the body, easy to carry.
Gordon put his leather case on his back and walked out of the store. The curtains in the bar moved again, and this time, Artest was excluded.
After visiting more than ten shops in a row, when the five of them got together again, everyone's equipment was brand new, and they looked like little nouveau riche. At Gordon's suggestion, everyone still bought coca potions to confuse them.
Blood Hell Society.
"Freckles, you are being targeted." Gordon walked to Freckles and turned sideways to prevent the person from seeing the shape of his mouth. Real underworld masters are proficient in lip reading.
Freckles' eyes flashed, thoughtfully. "Did you see who it was?" He lowered his head, as if yawning. Saffron tried to say something, but was kicked by Tracy, so she had no choice but to pretend.
grimace.
"You can't see clearly," Gordon said, "but as soon as you leave, you will know who it is. Leave this matter to me."
They discussed in a low voice, and the four Artests left the exchange area one after another and returned to the cave. Gordon went to the restaurant opposite the bar, spent ten blood points, and ordered a table full of delicacies, all of which were nourishing.
, food ingredients for blood energy. The inheritance of Nishinryu specifically states that food is a part of cultivation. Some skill training requires strict diet preparation, and the time and frequency of meals are extremely particular.
Gordon picked up a glass of blood rice juice and drank it in one gulp. The corner of the curtain on the opposite side had been lowered, and the other party would soon reveal his face.
Let’s start with No. 13! At the same time, Huabao suddenly stood up and walked down the stairs.
Regardless of whether it is him or Freckles, their true identities are kept secret in the Blood Hell Club. Without the Sakura Curse, Freckles will no longer have any scruples. Once the two sides openly conflict and the truth is revealed, everyone will be in misfortune.
Unless he waited until Freckles entered the lower level alone, followed him quietly, captured him, and forced him to find out why the Sakura Curse was broken. But Freckles had always hunted with Atai and the others, so he had to find a way to separate them.
After leaving the bar, Hua Leopard strode toward the restaurant in an aggressive manner.
The person monitoring Freckles turned out to be a leopard. Gordon picked up the knife, cut open the red-eyed sea urchin on the silver plate, forked a piece, put it in his mouth, and chewed it slowly. Why did the leopard go straight to him with a look of evil on his face?
Come?
"Bang!" Hua Bao kicked the door open rudely, sat down opposite Gordon, and stared at him fiercely.
The sweet aroma of seafood filled Gordon's tongue and teeth. Red-eyed sea urchin is produced in the deep sea. It is not only delicious, but also enhances the hematopoietic function of bone marrow. Gordon swallowed the sea urchin, picked up a glass of white wine, moistened his throat, and then stopped.
He bowed and said respectfully: "Instructor, long time no see."
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79 smiled solemnly, showing his big and sharp front teeth: "No. 13, you kid has known about it for a long time? Why didn't you return to the sand cave? Could it be that you did something shameful?"
Gordon looked solemn: "As a base assistant, I should work harder than others. The longer I fight at the lower level, the more I can contribute to the Blood Prison Society in the future. Only with this thought can I persevere."
The corners of Hua Bao's eyes were twitching, and he was so depressed that he wanted to curse. What No. 13 said was sanctimonious and watertight, leaving him no chance to have an attack. "Why doesn't your head hurt all the time? Everyone has animalistic backlash, why are you the only exception?
Huh? Can you answer that?" He sneered maliciously.
Gordon smiled, picked up the knife and fork, and continued to cut up the red-eyed sea urchin. "There is indeed a special reason. Instructor, why don't we sit down and talk while we eat. The food here tastes good, and I have the honor to invite you to join us.
A meal?" He raised his wine glass to the leopard gracefully.