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Chapter 267: Standard Arms

Where is the best place to place the plot?

alley?

small room?

Or a confessional with generous gifts and kindness?

No, if you want to plot, the best place is naturally as open and as unobstructed as possible, so that those annoying cat lights can't float over and eavesdrop openly.

——"I rarely talk to Curse Blade like this. Sitting together, she even took advantage of it and touched my thigh. But this is necessary. If we don't talk in the hall, Mao Deng will immediately pounce on us and inquire about us.

news, and promote it as some kind of interesting anecdote between cat lanterns. This is not possible, Long Yan can also inquire about cat lanterns."

Gwen was in the hall discussing the details with Curseblade.

This has become a habit.

Although there are not many times, it is like this when it comes to core secrets. Ever since Cat Varo helped Gwen find the six secret passages for cat lanterns in the office, he has become accustomed to this.

Located near the fireplace.

——Gwen asked Penny to specially modify the fireplace. The all-over 'water heating' system allows the temperature to be evenly distributed throughout the wall panels. This ensures that the cat lamp will not hide behind the wall panels to inquire about information, even if it is a cat with a fire attribute.

Lamps don't want to stay behind stuffy, damp, hot wall panels either.

The floor was covered with a dragon skin rug purchased from a society that secretly worshiped Luna Sisko.

——This kind of carpet with excellent sound insulation is specially made by the witch to avoid being intercepted by the cat lantern, so she hides underground. It seems that the witch has nothing to do with creatures like the cat lantern. But if you think about it carefully, it seems that the witch is

The noun is inseparable from the pointed hat, the broom and the black cat.

Finally, both chairs lean back against the wall panel.

——This design allows the speaker to see every corner of the hall at a glance. It prevents people from walking over. At the same time, the right-angled corners on both sides make this area look like it is embedded in the fireplace, through natural means.

Prevent the sound from spreading very far. If you whisper here, no matter how good your hearing is, you will not be able to understand what they are saying.

If we want to keep it a little more secret, like now, Gwen is close to the curse blade, and the two of them are sitting together on the sofa, quite like best friends.

Curse Blade sniffed and took out his pipe with a smile:

"What perfume did you use? It smells very good."

"I didn't," Gwen said, sullenly.

The believers of Lunasisko have a lot of inexplicable things, such as bath soap that has a very fragrant smell, but it is good for the body. Maintaining the body and improving the constitution at the same time are important things.

The body is the martial artist's weapon.

Of course, Gwen is not a pure martial artist. If necessary, submachine guns, pistols and grenades are all within the scope of his martial arts, but it is also necessary to maintain his most commonly used sharp weapons.

But you can't say that to Curse Blade!

he thinks.

Cursed Blade knew that he was not going to do something to him, so he touched his thigh just now. Utopia people are too, too open-minded in this regard! Maybe it's because artists are rich in money, and in Utopia, they don't have the temperament of money... No,

Artistic temperament, on the other hand, is difficult to maintain.

He reached out and pushed the curse blade, but the other party lit the pipe regardless and breathed a comfortable sigh.

"Smoke less," Gwen said.

"That's it, the ration tickets haven't come yet, they haven't come yet..." A worried expression appeared on Curse Blade's face.

She asked: "Can you ask Mao Lan to bring me some tobacco from the Witch?"

Gwen raised her eyebrows and said sternly: "You still expect me? Let me ask those cats to bring you these. This is impossible!"

The arm belonging to the Curse Blade hugged him. Squirrel Girl held the pipe in her mouth like a puppy holding a toy, but her free hand tickled Gwen's chin teasingly.

She swallowed hard and said in a hoarse voice, "I'm totally counting on you."

"..."

Gwen snorted hastily and shifted her gaze, "Stop smoking..."

"Thank you, I want the brand 'Vip'." Cursed Blade said with a smile, and before Gwen interrupted her, she interrupted what Gwen wanted to say in advance and turned to work:

"Long Yan has extremely strong paranoia about being persecuted, so we can't just find the spy, tie it with a bow, and send it to his room as some kind of misleading gift."

so troublesome.

Gwen thought. But everyone has their own habits. For Long Yan, as long as he is happy, that's fine.

"So we need to take advantage of our friendship as colleagues. I need you to wake him up at night."

"..." Gwen didn't dare to speak.

Sokka boy.

Long Yan only sleeps for a small amount of time a day. If he disturbs him by himself, will he really not be severely punished?

A normal person would never agree to this!

"You woke him up to ask him to help. Just say that you seem to have discovered that some kind of doctrine that splits the Mind Flayer Order is running rampant in your society, and you want to ask him if he has any wise advice to provide. You

She is very beautiful, especially after Luna Sisko's minions came over. Although Long Yan is unkind, he is also a normal person."

"What if he's going to kill me?" Gwen asked.

"March!" Cursed Blade said, "You have always suspected that I was doubting Long Yan's moral standard, but now when I believe in his moral standard, you have doubted his moral scale."

This is not morality. This is instinct.

Gwen knew what people looked like when their sleep was interrupted. He had seen it before. No matter how reliable it usually is, if a person can quickly wake up from the anger of having his sleep interrupted, this is a concrete manifestation of reliability.

The problem is not morality, but instinct, and there is another small problem, that is, Long Yan is a person who can destroy a fellow villager by losing his temper. It seems unwise to touch such a person's anger?

——"Unwise, extremely unwise. I hope Curse Blade will come up with a concrete and reliable plan, otherwise I will attack her. How about braised squirrel?"

"Forget it, I know you don't trust my judgment, so I made preparations."

Cursed Blade said confidently: "Next, the arrangements I am going to make include the secret tricks and unique skills that I have recently practiced. I believe that this arrangement will definitely amaze everyone, and it will also give you an endless sense of security."

Why do I seem to have heard this line before?

Gwen looked strange.

"It's settled, you come to my room tonight." Cursed Blade clapped his hands on his thighs and stood up.

Now I have no choice but to agree.

Although "Come to my room at night" sounds like another classic line that seems to be familiar, but the previous line has been eliminated, so this one doesn't matter anymore.

"Let Mao Lan pick me up when the time comes."

"I'm glad you learned to be smart."

"snort."

Instead, Gwen walked away quickly. The last time she made an appointment with this Squirrel Girl was in the afternoon, but when he arrived at three o'clock, the guy was still taking a nap.



At night, after dinner after curfew, I watched a TV series with Hua Huo and then went back to the room to relax for a while.

——Actually, I went to chat with Aya. Although it was just a dream, but...

It wasn't until around March that March was fully risen that Cursed Blade notified him to come over.

There are currently no people in the dark corridor, only cats. And there are two cat dumplings floating in front of Gwen, shining light to guide the road, and they are still whispering, or conspiring loudly:

"Meow ow, it's so scary, meow ow!"

"Meow? Scary? Scary cat!"

Gwen listened to the conversation between the two cats in front of her, feeling uneasy in her heart. This emotion was a bit like the gambling emotion of 'I have a stomachache, I'm holding it back, but every fart after that is a gamble'. The cursed blade will create

Normal life? Or...

Curseblade really did a great job for him.

"What the hell is this?"

"What the fuck?" Curse Blade thought about it for a moment, happily accepted the dialect that he didn't know where it came from, and understood that it was a swear word. "This is a fucking set of standard equipment for the witch!"

What appeared in front of Gwen was a set of sparkling... Forgive him for using this word to describe it, but other than sparkling, other words cannot describe this black fabric that looks like a calm lake reflecting the moonlight.

A set of witch robes that are tailored very well-fitting.

It is very in line with the impression of Western witches, like a diviner's robe or a bachelor's robe, but it is more delicate, with a very beautiful silk inverted cross lace wreath on the skirt. The cloth material of the robe looks like it is made of black lake water.

Yes, it feels soft just by looking at it.

The pointed witch hat has a large brim and is also decorated with a lace wreath similar to the inverted cross.

The high-cut front lace-up boots are enchanted.

Lace gloves seem to be a type of cloth gloves specially made by the witch to ensure that the energy of casting spells is not blocked by the gloves.

There is also a broom, a very mechanical broom.

The main material of the front seat and body is an unnamed oil-black wood, which is very solid. The back half is like a motorcycle-like structure that combines cyberspace and fantasy. The broom branches are made of graceful black paint.

brass jet pipe.

Finally, there is a 'magic wand', or a submachine gun weapon.

In Utopian terms, this set of equipment is almost a 'relic level' rare item. What's even more frightening is that it seems to be the equipment of a witch soldier. The soldiers may not respect it very much, but the description and origin of this set of equipment, the cat

The lights wrote:

"The 603rd Platoon of the Gevero Witch Infantry Division, recruits' equipment, please remember not to be easily taken away by cats. These cats have resold our recruits' equipment for the fifth time."

To dare to do such a thing, Mao Deng can be said to be very courageous.

"Cat Varro sold it to me," Curseblade said.

This result made Gwen extremely jealous. Cat Varo obviously had a better relationship with him! But he made a deal with Curse Blade! He even got this set of things for Curse Blade!

Don't be jealous.

…Damn it, I’m going to hang that cat up!

Don't be jealous.

...Ahhh! I'm going to scream!

Gwen controlled her mood, looked at the cursed blade, and lightly ran her fingers over the new recruits' equipment. A virtual light curtain appeared in front of them, much like a virtual online game. The witch's technology allowed them to combine equipment data with enchantments.

It appeared clearly, of course, it was the witch's language.

"Mei Keying, take it apart."

The English description in the lower right corner of the screen shows the place of origin.

The UK-wide panel roughly illustrates several data.

The armor level of this equipment is level 5-3. I don’t know what it means. It should be the internal rating of the witch.

The enchantments of the witch's robe are feather fall, gliding, three fireballs and three dead clouds. For the witch, the three fireballs can accurately destroy, and the three specialized dead clouds cover an area that exceeds any 'spell concept'

', with an astonishing circular shape of nearly 600 meters in diameter, and it does not have extraordinary destructive power. It only strengthens 'disease and plague', which is a spell enchantment that is completely targeted at civilians.

Destroy the enemy's vital forces and destroy the enemy's civilian population.

Witches are the absolute evil camp.

Gwen understood why most witches were indifferent to being called 'evil creatures', because they were!

The Witch's Recruit Thought Manual is also hidden in the equipment description.

The essence can be described in just one sentence:

"It is true that the battlefield is hell, but hell has been the inherent territory of witches since ancient times. I hope you understand what I mean, fellow recruits."



After the shock, Gwen became curious: "So, why did you get this equipment?"

"Lend it to you."

Cursed Blade said: "In order to prevent Long Yan from making unreasonable actions in a fit of anger, the biggest advantage of the witch standard suit is not only the strange spells, but also the ability to maneuver in the air. As a race commonly known as an all-air force race in the entire multi-faceted universe, their equipment is also

Preferring air superiority, with this set of equipment, you don’t have to worry about Longyan trying to kill you..."

She muttered: "Not many people dare to swing a sword when facing a witch. Secondly, even if you swing a sword, you can fly away. Long Yan has anti-air capabilities, but not much."

"That's reasonable." Gwen nodded in agreement.

Since he can guarantee his own safety, he is willing to do this activity of disturbing Long Yan at night!

But you still have to listen to the reason for Cursed Blade.

"If my guess about your relationship with Long Yan is correct, you must be friends with whom you can talk a few words, right?"

"..."

Gwen did not deny it, but thought of another point of attack: "After staying with you for a long time, I feel that I can become a good friend with anyone."

"Very good. So you're almost getting married, aren't you?"

The Curse Blade is even more vicious.

——"Acknowledge the facts, Gwen. In terms of viciousness, you will never compare to a squirrel. I will strangle this squirrel to death one day."

"As a friend, you have to rely on Long Yan, or you have to show this trait, so that he will be happy. This is his personality trait and cannot be changed."

Gwen said: "You mean he has heroism?"

Cursed Blade spread his hands: "It is martyrism, or what we call a kind of tragic heroism. Simply put, it is the end of the story of our utopian literature. The protagonist, an old man or a veteran who is somewhat close to the old man, takes off his gas mask.

Mask, pick up the rifle, rush into the endless monster waves, hit the rocks with eggs, attack the entire ocean with a drop of water, yes, Long Yan has this doctrine."

So will a tragic hero lose his temper after being woken up?


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