Just when the demon generals were worried about such things, the two people they were thinking about, Cohen and Crow, happened to be in the same room. However, the relationship between these two people was obviously very different from that of the demon generals.
Big difference.
Emperor Sibia was gnawing on chicken legs "brutally" while gesticulating at the crows, still muttering: "After all, Sibia is also a wealthy empire, and the emperor cannot be so stingy about the room he lives in."
"Looking at your lively appearance, I can't bear to remind you that Sbia is actually in a turmoil." The cold-faced man who was being driven to light up one magic lamp after another turned around and said:
"Besides, this is the room of the First Princess. No matter how many official documents need to be reviewed and how many prostitutes need to be made, these dozens of magic lamps cannot be used - are you planning to compete with the sun?"
"Light one more, light one more, right? This is like the light that should be available in a room to rescue critically ill patients! Arrange more people to enter the outer room, be hasty, be hasty!" Emperor Sibia was following suit.
The chicken drumsticks in the meal were struggling, and the words were inevitably a bit unclear: "Fortunately, there are only two of us here. If other people hear you talking like this, they will definitely be surprised."
"Mr. Crow, when you spoke just now, not only did your tone of voice change significantly, but your emotions and expressions also became richer! Is it because you are grateful that I escaped death this time?"
"If you weren't blind and deaf, you should have noticed that I have a bad look on my face and a dissatisfaction in my words." Crow glanced at Cohen contemptuously, and then said: "Aren't you worried that I will suddenly change my temper, pull out my sword, and kill you?"
killed?"
"I used to really expect you to speak in a joking tone, but unfortunately, I found that I failed to teach you by words and deeds." Cohen shook his head, with some self-blame in his tone: "You have to remember that next time
You must have a murderous look on your face when you say this! You can choose Ling Lie or Yin Jue, or you can have no expression... Otherwise, your words really have no impact."
"You are really not the material to be an emperor." Crow sat down at the table and began to pour himself water: "When someone provokes you in person, you should at least throw something to show your anger."
"Oh my, how can you blame me for this? It's obvious that the provocateur didn't practice his kung fu well enough." Cohen laughed: "But, your performance when facing the Demon General in front of the palace that day was really shocking.
I'm overjoyed. If my eyes weren't still closed, I might have jumped up and applauded you right away! And the last sentence you said was also very cool."
"Really?" The thin water column hanging into the cup did not change. The crow asked calmly: "What did I say at that time?"
"You said - kill him so that I can avenge him." When relaying these words, Cohen actually had a fascinated expression, as if he didn't know that the crow and the first demon general were discussing his own life and death at that time: "It's a pity.
Ah, because I was pretending to be unconscious at the time, I didn’t see your expression at that time, I think it must have been very interesting!"
"It would be interesting if I leaked the news that you were pretending to be unconscious."
"Hey, hey, it was the general trend at that time. I am just bearing the humiliation, okay? This is not a real loss of face!"
"I'm not talking about this part, but about how you continued to pretend to be unconscious even when the concubines were having a meeting after entering the palace." Crow picked up the cup and took a sip calmly: "What about this part?
How should I explain it to the princesses?"
"No need to explain, just say that I fell asleep." After someone told the lie without shame, he began to change the subject: "In order to satisfy my little curiosity, why don't we do a field exercise another day? You are responsible for finding the devil.
, they can’t beat you anyway.”
"This dream of yours is difficult to realize. They can't beat me, and I may not be able to beat them." Crow slowly explained: "When we were one-on-three before, the three demon generals were in a state of invisibility, and they were affected by the deformation of their bodies.
restrictions, so they can't display their true strength. I can break their offensive when they join forces, which is normal."
"You don't have an extra brain, how can you understand the demons so well?"
"It can be said that I am born knowing many things about the Dark Demon Clan. When facing a battle, everything about the Dark Demon Clan will naturally emerge in my mind."
After sighing, Cohen was stunned for a moment, because Crow had never summarized his fighting experience in front of others, let alone this kind of battle where he failed to win a complete victory: "Then what happens after they appear? With your current combat power, can you
To what extent?"
Crow raised his head and glanced at Cohen, his eyes calm: "You should know that I defeated the second demon general with one elbow. The interesting part is here. In fact, with my current real strength, I can't achieve that level."
"Can't do it?" Cohen's eyes widened: "Was the power you had at that time not yours?"
"It's me, and the power is mine." Crow said in a calm tone: "But I know that I can't reach that level yet."
"Don't go round and round, can you finish it in one go?" Cohen stared at the crow eagerly, still muttering to himself: "You've made money! You've made it now, it's a way to instantly strengthen your power..."
"You will probably be disappointed, because this is not a way to instantly strengthen your strength." Regarding Cohen's "talent", Crow took it calmly: "Before that fight, it goes all the way back to when I first learned martial arts.
, During this period, I have gone through difficult and long training every time I improve. In other words, every time I improve my strength, I will be prepared and expected, and I have never made any mistakes."
"Of course I understand this. If you want to improve your strength normally, you have to take this path." Cohen couldn't help but nodded. He could also understand what Crow said was difficult and long...it was almost equivalent to the self-abuse of a madman.
"But no matter how the strength is improved, or how fast it is improved, some things remain basically the same. For example, when I practiced sword skills, I could pierce ten barriers with one sword before, and after practice, I could pierce twenty barriers, but
I can't understand the martial arts of spitting after practicing and be able to penetrate thirty barriers." Crow gave an inappropriate example: "Although you didn't open your eyes at the time, you should be aware of the swordsmanship I am good at. What do you think?
Is the martial arts I used at that time related to what I usually use?"
"That's not necessarily true. What if during our sparring session you were deliberately letting off steam and hiding it?" After saying this, Cohen slapped his forehead: "It's not your character to hide your secrets and please them.
You like to knock me down and then walk away - indeed, the tricks you used at that time are not in line with your usual style! It is more direct and weirder. If you miss a hit, you will immediately move away. However, your usual offensive is continuous, even if you can't hit it in one go,
To defeat the enemy, we will also maintain a considerable degree of pressure."
"The change does not occur after the opponent appears, but occurs after the opponent is perceived to be approaching." Crow closed his eyes slightly: "My eyes can see farther, my speed becomes faster, and the sword is drawn
At that time, I thought about how to do it, pull out the magic sparks and control them... These methods all appeared naturally in an instant, and were accepted by me."
"It's also possible that I was caught and you were extremely worried, so your abilities inadvertently increased significantly!"
"Dreaming, even if it is comprehension, can you comprehend so many martial arts skills at the same time?" Crow Crow was a little dissatisfied with Cohen's perfunctory: "Martial arts skills do not grow, but change. Even...as you said, my personality and emotions have also evolved.
Variety."
"What you are saying is that it seems that my position in your mind is still very small." Cohen sighed, avoiding talking about Crow's changed personality, and just said with a regretful expression: "I thought you found
I found a way to instantly increase my strength. I didn’t expect it to be like this. I’m really happy for nothing..."
Then, the unscrupulous emperor who was talking nonsense finally returned to the topic: "Having said that, your situation is really interesting. It's like a floodgate of memory has been opened, and martial arts and strength are pouring in like a flood...
…”
"Somewhat similar." Crow finally nodded: "But besides this, there are more interesting ones."
"Then you haven't said it yet!" Cohen's already lazy eyes were lit up again by the crow's words.
"The sword at that time was the sword I grabbed out of the air." Crow lowered his gaze and said word by word: "I have never seen it before!"
"It's a bit childish to make such a joke, isn't it? After all, the weapon you used also shattered the first demon general's spear head. Other weapons may be unfamiliar to me, but I have personally experienced the power of her spear head.
"Cohen touched the wound on his chest with his finger and smiled slightly: "The memory is still fresh...No one would throw away such a weapon and wait for you to take advantage. It's not that I don't want to believe it.
But this theory doesn’t make sense.”
"The truth is what I said. When I lacked a long sword in my hand, I knew this method to obtain a weapon. I also knew how long, heavy and sharp the long sword would be when I reached out and grabbed it...
Crow said calmly: "It looks like I reached out and grabbed it, but it's actually a small space magic. Or there are many weapons stored somewhere, all for my use."
"If that's the case, then you should have seen these weapons before." Cohen thought for a moment before asking: "What kind of magic is it?"
"Like this." Crow stretched his hand into the air, turned his wrist, and grabbed a long sword on the spot: "There is no need to recite the incantation."
Then he raised his wrist, and the long sword slowly flew out, drawing a smooth arc in the air and then inserted it into the ground in front of the bed with a "snatch" sound.
Under the bright light, this long sword with a simple shape stood upright in front of the bed like a blue sword. Just looking at the gems inlaid on the hilt, one could tell that it was a rare treasure from a long time ago.
Cohen pondered for a moment, then reached out and pulled out the sword.
The blade of the sword was vibrating imperceptibly, and the fine flying cloud patterns etched on it were vivid, as if they were about to float. On the sword spine near the hilt, there was a string of silver ancient inscriptions with bold fonts and arranged in an orderly manner.
There is a difference in density and density. It is not only stylish and stylish, but also carries an artistic conception beyond the literal meaning. It obviously has some characteristics of calligraphy.
"This is the language of ancient priests. Fortunately, I have learned it from Feilin, otherwise it would be a huge loss of face. The thickness of the strokes is uneven but there are transitions. It is written in one go and has a strong personal style." Cohen's fingers gently
Touching the inscription, I felt the time souvenir from thousands of years ago in detail: "See, think; say, do; the oath that can fill the sea is not as valuable as taking one step; so
We will never make any more promises in our lives..."
"Sword of the Oathless, your original owner was very heroic!" After Cohen read the inscription, he solemnly raised the sword horizontally: "You must have been lonely after living alone in an empty house for several years, right? This young master is
Cohen Keda, I will be your master from now on... If you don’t want me to be your master, you can self-destruct in protest within the next three days.”
Crow listened quietly without any expression. When Cohen finished chattering, he stretched out his hand and grabbed it again. With a "snatch" sound, a piece of metal that still seemed to be burning was inserted in front of the bed.
"There's more!" Cohen's eyes lit up, he put down the Oathless Sword in his hand, pulled out the long crimson sword, and brought it to his eyes for closer inspection: "It turns out that it's not the sword body or the fire element that's burning, but the sword itself.
The sword body is divided into two layers, and the sword body inside flows like a liquid, and the surface is densely covered with maple leaf patterns, so it looks like it is burning!"
Then, Emperor Sibia, whose eyesight was hundreds of times stronger than that of thieves, found a clue on the handle: "Liu Feng sighed three times, one sighing for the wind gathering, two sighs for the pulse breaking, and three sighs for the drifting... Tsk, tsk, the writing is so sad and resentful,
Your original master was either a little girl or a pretty boy. Follow me and I will guarantee you a good life..."
He only cared about being happy, and even avoided the scene of promising a "self-destructive protest". But before he saw enough, there was another "grabbing" sound in his ears. He looked up in surprise, and saw a handle that seemed to have never been seen before.
The unpolished black sword was stuck on the floor again!
"Your dowry is quite large, but the appearance of this sword is not very good!" Cohen did not refuse anyone who came, but he held this dark piece of metal in his hand. After looking at it for a long time, he found nothing strange.
, so he stood up next to the bed and moved to the brightest place to continue studying...
Finally I got tired of it, and just as I was about to find a place to put it down, my fingers unconsciously flicked on the spine of the sword. The sword trembled, and two long and narrow brilliance slipped from the lower end, flipped over halfway, and then inserted into the floor with two "chichi" sounds.
Leave a six-inch section on each side.
"Is there any foreshadowing?" Cohen glanced around and saw that there was a sword hilt on the ground, so he squatted down and pulled it out - the weight of both swords was less than a kilogram, and the swords were both one arm long, and they were completely inserted by gravity alone.
The ground is until there is no handle, showing how sharp it is!
"It turns out that the black iron outside is the scabbard, and the inside is the real sword, and there is a pair of them. I have never played with anything like this before!" Cohen held the sword in his hand and made two casual postures. The tent beside the bed
The curtain was completely torn apart by the sword energy, but he didn't care. Instead, he shouted to the crow: "Is there any more? All in one go!"
"The deepest desires lead to the deepest sins." Although he was sarcastic to Cohen, the crow still put down the water glass in a leisurely manner. He only heard more than ten sounds in a row, and a row of long swords were inserted in front of the bed!
These swords have different shapes, some are long and some are short; some are dazzling, some are mute and incomplete; some are equipped with scabbard pendants, and some are bare without handles; but they all have one common characteristic - they are old.
, extremely precious!
"Oh oh oh, there are still more?" The drumstick finally fell out of Cohen's mouth: "When did you switch to magic?"
"It's nothing. If the place is big enough, I can take out more things." Crow replied calmly: "How about it, have you figured out anything?"
"To be honest, it's a bit difficult to find the answer with this pile of things. But to be fair, these are all good things." Cohen looked at the pile of weapons in front of him, sighed leisurely and said: "Ancient inscriptions, and now
Completely different making techniques... To be honest, I have some experience in making weapons. The way of making these long swords is not very good, but the materials used are so sophisticated that I could not imagine, which not only makes up for the shortcomings in making them.
flaws, and were sharper and stronger than today's weapons."
Crow was indifferent to Cohen's sentiments: "So, what's your conclusion?"
"It can be said that every piece is a masterpiece handed down from generation to generation. Remember the demon sword we captured from Glens? Compared with these weapons, the demon sword is even a little inferior in terms of materials."
Cohen smiled slightly: "You grabbed so many unique things at will... Apart from saying congratulations, I really don't have a clue!"
"Really?" Crow was slightly disappointed.
"No." Cohen shook his head regretfully.
"Then I take it back." Crow stretched out his hand.
"Yes!" Cohen stared: "Who said there isn't?"
"You." Crow exposed Cohen shamelessly, and then dropped the conditions: "If you say it right, I will give it all to you."
"No! If I say something wrong, it's all my fault! Because this is my reward for helping you analyze, and if you ask me to analyze, you must be mentally prepared to accept wrong conclusions!" Cohen jumped out of bed with a fierce look: "How dare you
If you don’t give it, I will tell Feilin that you inserted weapons randomly in her room until there were holes in the floor!"
"You inserted the hole, it has nothing to do with me." Crow replied calmly: "Look carefully."
Cohen looked down and found that the sword tips of the weapons thrown by the crow were thrust down and inserted into the gaps in the floor. Instead, the sword he accidentally missed had two holes inserted in the floor and the bed.
The curtains were cut into a mess... Then he coughed dryly, kicked the carpet to cover the hole in the floor, and began to continue negotiating terms with the crow.
Cohen knew very well that since the crow had let him see these things, he had no intention of taking them back. It’s just that the crow’s own character found it difficult to accept the behavior of “giving away”. The so-called reward was just an excuse for his behavior.
.So, the terms were quickly negotiated, and of course Cohen accepted all the orders without missing a single item... Just kidding, when Cohen first met the eldest princess of the God Clan, he almost risked his life to get the treasure. Now he is like this
There are so many treasures in front of you, how can you let them go so easily?
"Logically speaking, since you have taken out so many long swords, in theory, you have a special place or space to store weapons. We know that not many people can have this kind of treatment, because just
For humans, space magic is even more backward than curse magic. Over the years, not even a practical space compression experiment has been completed." Cohen sat across from Crow: "There are only gods and demons."
"Gods and demons?"
"Yes, gods and demons. The action of reaching out to pick up a weapon seems simple, but it involves at least two kinds of magic, and both of these magics are human weaknesses." Cohen nodded and said: "Only gods and demons, their use of space magic
, in order to create a large enough private space and instant teleportation over long distances.”
"So, I need to find answers from gods and demons?" Crow's tone was a bit cold.
"You are really stubborn. There are so many gods and demons. Do you know who to look for now?" Cohen poured cold water on Crow's eagerness: "Let me tell you the best way. If this space belongs to gods and demons,
, and if you take something inside, of course they will find something. As long as you take these things and walk around the street, it won't take long for someone to come looking for you."
The crow thought for a moment and nodded.
"But the trouble is, we don't know why you have such a space, so we don't know whether the result is a disaster or a blessing." Cohen said seriously: "I know you are not afraid of gods and demons, but your abilities are limited after all.
If you win the Demon General, can you defeat the Princess? Can you defeat the Princess or the Demon King? Therefore, we must think of countermeasures, and it is best to determine the opponent's identity in advance."
"Can you know who the other party is?"
"Although you have no impression of these things." Cohen said with a slight smile, "But I seem to have seen them somewhere."
Crow's eyes tightened.
"But I can't remember it now." Cohen continued: "So, I want you to continue to catch it now!"
"Continue to catch?" Crow was a little surprised.
"It's not the sword, but the staff and armor! If you can use an arsenal, then there will be no shortage of these things in it!" Cohen stood up and said decisively: "And I can get from these things.