"Let's not talk about this first, what is that thing on your body?" Art's eyes widened, and he patted Ravens who was sitting still. As an earthling, this kind of novel thing
It can also be said that this is the first time we have met.
But now that Ravens' body no longer had that strange flow of light, Art's slight slap hit easily.
"Ah, it's nothing, it's just something similar to magic." Ravens swatted away Art's trying hands as if to ward off mosquitoes, and said a little irritably: "What exactly?
Even if I tell you, you won’t understand.”
"Okay, okay, I won't bother you anymore." Art glanced at Ravens disdainfully, moved his body to the bed, and then shared with Ravens the news he got yesterday. But it did not include the news from
The story told by the two homeless men showed that they might come to help.
"Although you said you would only share some of your own money with them, to be honest, what's the use of asking these two people?" Ravens asked with some confusion.
"Protect yourself." Art said without hesitation, his expression was natural and without any fluctuations.
"Protect yourself...how do you protect people like them - wait, you don't want to use them as human shields or baits, do you?!" Ravens noticed something very sensitively.
"Well, this can be regarded as the last resort." Art tilted his head and smiled mischievously, but did not deny this, but said: "But at the beginning, I thought that if you concentrate on fighting monsters, then I
I will be isolated, and if an insect finds me, I will be in trouble. So I still have to have someone to protect me."
"So what do you think now?"
"Now, the method you just mentioned is indeed very good, but the most important thing is to let them be the porters." Art sat on the bed, swinging his legs and said: "Our most important thing this time
The mission is to bring back the doll called Wei Ma. When we find it, I guess it won’t be able to move, so who will carry it?”
"Of course I have to carry it. Is it possible that you can still carry it? Speaking of which, those metal guys are really heavy. I had a lot of conflicts with them on the way here and got into fights with them.
It was like fighting with iron blocks. But of course, I finally dismantled them." Ravens looked a little proud,
"Stop talking about your boring things, and you also said that the doll is very heavy, so after you carry it on your back, are you still sure to fight against the monster?" Art glared at Ravens with contempt, looking like
He had no idea what he meant by what he said before.
"Hey, what you said makes sense. Then we really need to find a few people to help." Raven clapped her hands in realization and looked at Art with an expression of wonder: "Little brother, you are so smart.
ah."
"Aren't you too lacking in common sense?" Art sighed, jumped off the bed, and said, "Let's go, but if you have extra weapons, you can bring them with you. Simply equip those two guys.
"
"Okay, it just so happens that I have some things left by the blind guy here." With that said, Ravens pulled out a large bag of various shiny weapons from under the bed...
How many people has this guy fought with?
The complaints were put aside, and soon, under the watchful eyes of the people around them, the two of them arrived at the small bridge over the Qingshuihua River.
This is a very simple and even crude wooden bridge. It has no curvature and no guardrails. It is just flat and erected to the other side. The support is all supported by the support pillars underneath, and it looks quite old. The only thing that makes people curious is that,
Although the supporting pillars below are made of wood, they are not corroded at all. On the contrary, the rivets at the connections have rusted to the same color as the wood.
It seems that I should learn about this kind of thing when I have time.
"Well, it seems that the two homeless people you were looking for didn't come." Ravens looked around and saw that not many people were staying here. After all, the meaning of this kind of bridge has been integrated with the sand island, so he thought
Most of the people who cross the bridge want to go to Shadao, and those who go to Shadao are all idiots.
"Hey, hello!" Just when Art thought that these two guys were really not coming back, a small voice came into his ears. Looking in the direction of the voice, he happened to see two heads poking out of a bush.
come out.
"Hey! We're here!" Uncle Nim shouted, motioning for Art and the guy next to him to come over.
Behind this bush is a relatively low pit, and the two guys Nim and Nim are hiding in it now.
"Wow, are these two guys the helpers you found?" Although Ravens was mentally prepared after finding out that the other party was a homeless person, the actual situation seemed to be lower than expected.
"Who is this guy who looks like he deserves a beating?" Uncle Nim was a little eager to try after hearing what Ravens said.
"Sniff, it smells like an alcoholic, and he was very drunk last night." Uncle Nahm was rarely sober, and he used his talent as an alcoholic to detect another alcoholic.
"Ah, ah, if you two want to fight, don't fight now. Vent your excess resentment and energy on those bugs." Art stood among several people, as if he had expected that things would develop in this direction.
"Yes, I hope this white-haired guy can perform at a decent level and won't be so scared that he goes to his mother as soon as he comes on the field." Uncle Nim seemed to be still angry, but he still couldn't say anything good to Ravens.
"Ha, how about we compete to see who can kill the most bugs?" Ravens laughed loudly, then threw the other two long swords on his waist to Nim and Nim, and said confidently: "
Both of you are counted together and compared with me alone."
"Hey..." Nim was still somewhat self-aware and did not agree to this matter, but he still picked up the two swords on the ground and handed one of them to Old Man Nim.
"How long has it been since the old man took this thing again..." Old Man Namu's expression was still a little melancholy, and he stared blankly at the sword in his hand.
These two swords are also very ordinary long swords, made of pig iron, but they seem to have been well polished, and their hardness should be at least enough to kill someone.
"And you, Art." Ravens turned around and said to Art: "Although I don't know why you have to act together, you must also be determined to protect yourself."
With that said, Ravens handed a short dagger with a sheath on his waist to Art.
"Ah, I know." Art responded a few words perfunctorily, then opened the scabbard to see how the dagger looked.
"Well, it's completely blue... Huh? What is this?" Art frowned as he looked at the strange thing in front of him.