He knew that the small shield was full of rust and the workmanship must not be very good. If it was really a high-quality product, it would definitely not be randomly placed in an unnoticed corner of the armory and left out in the cold.
But it does fully meet Arthur's current pursuit. He wants something that is light and flexible enough and can barely function as a shield. This small shield is just the right choice.
Arthur, who could only rely on his skills to fight, could easily dodge ordinary attacks and did not need to rely on a shield. Instead, this shield was a tool that allowed Arthur to effectively counterattack. Because of that
The attack power of a small broken dagger cannot be expected, and it is too easy to be blocked by the opponent's shield or armor in a head-on conflict, so Arthur needs the assistance of this small shield. The tactical principle is probably to use the small shield to block the opponent first.
The motive is to expose the enemy's weaknesses and then stab them with a dagger.
The idea is correct. Whether it can be put into practice must be found out in actual combat. Arthur picked up the small shield from the ground in the corner, wiped it with his hand, and the rust on it fell off.
, a bit disgusting. The thickness of the shield itself is not bad. It is a completely solid small round iron shield. Even a long sword cannot penetrate it. Moreover, the middle part is thickened and bulges from the shield surface in an arch shape.
The thick part is just as big as Arthur's hand.
"You really don't want to use this kind of waste, do you?" Joey looked at it for a long time and finally couldn't help but ask.
"Don't look at the appearance of everything, look at the practical value it contains." Arthur wrapped the small rusty iron shield in cloth: "Is there any oil? Butter will do, vegetable oil will do too, get me some."
"Are you planning to use oil to remove rust, Lord Aslan?"
Arthur nodded: "It would be better if you can get me some sand along the way. It should be smooth."
"If there's oil, there should be some in the kitchen. There are gypsy merchants in the brotherhood who sell dyed sand for sand paintings. I'll go find them and get some." Joey said.
"Very well, I'll wait for you in my room. Come back as soon as possible." Arthur urged.
An hour later, Arthur sat at the table and polished the small shield smeared with refined vegetable oil with fine sand. The rusty parts on the surface of the small shield were soaked in oil and became easier to fall off, and became more durable under the polishing with fine sand.
It fell off in pieces quickly, and the rust was easily cleaned away. After polishing, the small iron buckler gave off a dark silver metallic luster, and there were some slightly fine carvings on the surface that were incomprehensible, but they were actually pretty good.
good.
"I didn't know Lord Aslan actually knew such a craft." Joey couldn't help but exclaimed as he watched Arthur refurbishing a black and rusty iron shield into a shiny one.
"It's just because the material of the shield itself is excellent." Arthur thought about the iron shield, "This... is probably a deoxidized manganese steel. It is not easy to rust in a humid environment, and the surface
The rusty part is actually an additional decorative layer, and there is isolation between the two layers, so it can be easily removed. Well, even though it is ordinary iron, the workmanship is actually pretty good."
"Deoxidized? Manganese steel?" Joey tilted his head and asked in confusion.
"Forget it... pretend I didn't say that." Arthur then remembered that people in this era were technologically backward, and iron tools were made casually from iron ore that was close to rough. (Look at that one.
You will know the quality of the dagger), and it is almost impossible to mention the deoxidation technology of steel deep processing to them. However, Arthur was shocked to realize another problem------this special manganese steel buckler
Whose product is it from?
"Joy, where do the weapons in the Brotherhood's armory come from?" Arthur asked.
"It's possible anywhere. The Meyerson Brotherhood is not a mercenary group, and there is no need to fight. Most of the weapons are donated by businessmen and officials who have joined the Brotherhood. They are placed in the armory just for emergencies.
." The blond boy said: "Although the possibility of being attacked is close to zero, we still have to guard against various demons coming to cause us trouble."
"Oh." Arthur hummed. Although the Brotherhood seems to have no enemies in the human world, there are people like vampire hunters within the Brotherhood. It is indeed possible that the demons will cause trouble. However, the vampires rarely leave.
The possibility of vampires coming to attack other organizations is not zero, but it is infinitely close to zero.
Having said that, the little broken weapons in the armory are already difficult enough to deal with humans, and it is even more impossible to fight against the demons. If the demons really come to attack this base, the Brotherhood's base will probably be
Suffered very heavy damage.
"You guys really lack a sense of crisis." Arthur then said.
"What?" Joey looked stunned.
"It's nothing." Arthur picked up another piece of clean cloth and wiped it on the rust-removed small shield to clean the greasy surface of the small shield: "Okay, it's very late, you go back. Go back
Remember to tell your father in the future that I have to set off tomorrow to find Inspector Tiggen and ask for the key to the Brotherhood's treasure room."
"I understand, Lord Aslan. Please have a good rest tonight." The young man bowed and retreated out of the room.
Arthur waited until Joey left and immediately locked the door latch of the room. It was not because he could not trust the Meyerson Brotherhood, it was just because this base was not safe.
He pushed all the furniture in the room into the corner, vacating a space in the middle for free movement, picked up his sword and shield and waved it around. He had not used this equipment much, and it felt the same as what he usually used.
There is a huge difference between the sword of the Holy King, so you must rely on practice and use your body to master its use. If everything goes well, Arthur will be able to get his Seraph Holy Sword back when he sees Inspector Tigen tomorrow. But Arthur knows everything
You should be prepared for the worst. What if something goes wrong tomorrow? What if you have to fight before you can get the Holy Sword?
Ho! Ho! Ho ho ho ho! ------ Arthur was musing while waving his sword blade, and with the other hand he continued to practice the skill of setting up a shield and blocking. In this way, he practiced the strength of both arms.
By the time I started to feel sore, the night was gradually getting darker.
"Oh, I'm still practicing so late, I'm really impressed." A voice suddenly sounded, startling Arthur.
"Interesting." The King of Knights pretended to be calm, and turned to look at the source of the sound------out the window---raised his weapon and said: "I don't know who you are, but if you want to come and accompany me
If you [practice], I will be with you at any time."
"Huhuhu, there is no such thing. I don't mean any harm, I just came here to check on the situation."
Outside the window, the black figure was floating. With the help of indoor lights, Arthur could see that the person outside the window was just floating in mid-air without the help of ropes or other props. Sky Dance should be a branch of magic, but this light
In a world with extremely low civilization, humans do not know how to use magic. A creature that can float in mid-air using the air dance technique must not be human.
"Demons?" Arthur then said: "In general, it's because the people who come here are not good-natured?"
"Your guess is only half correct, I am indeed a demon." The erratic figure outside the window bowed, "Night Demon Mephistopheles, I will serve you sincerely."
Night Stalker? Arthur was shocked. Not only was he a demon, this guy was also a high-level demon. The Night Stalker and Merlin's familiar Harry were of the same race, and Arthur already knew how dangerous Harry was.
"But your Excellency said that I came with bad intentions, but that's really not the case." Night Demon Mephistopheles laughed and said: "I heard from the gossip that the Saint has been resurrected, so I came here to see you.
.I am not your enemy, I am just here to express friendship. Depending on the situation, we may have many opportunities to cooperate with each other in the future, so it is better for us not to be hostile."
"Oh? Why should I believe what a demon says?" Arthur couldn't help but sneer.
"It's understandable that you don't believe it." Night Demon Mephistopheles said, "But I know that you have a night demon friend who is of the same race as me. Do you think I can be trusted? Go and ask your night demon friend."
Just know it."
This guy knows about Harry! The King of Knights couldn't help but feel nervous. It seems that Mephistopheles knows a lot! After coming to this world, Harry was responsible for liaison between Arthur and Merlin. Harry often used
A shadow crow was flying back and forth, perhaps Harry's whereabouts had been exposed. But since Mephisto did not directly tell Harry's name, perhaps Harry only knew Mephisto one-sidedly, but Mephisto did not recognize him.
Harry, a night demon from another world nine hundred years ago?
"I understand, I will check with my friends when I have time." Arthur then said: "Now, please leave ------ if you don't want to be hostile to me."
"Okay, okay, you don't need to be so nervous, right? I'll just leave." Mephistopheles said helplessly: "But I will come back to you, Lord Saint. We will have many opportunities to cooperate with each other in the future.
."
"What cooperation?" Arthur couldn't help but asked curiously when he saw that the other party had been mentioning mutual cooperation.
"Cooperate to destroy Satan, of course." The Night Demon Mephisto finished his sentence and suddenly disappeared: "But you are too weak now, and you can't even talk about mutual cooperation. Let's talk about it later."
There was no trace of the shaking figure in the air anymore. He disappeared as quickly as he came. He probably used some kind of teleportation magic.
Arthur frowned. It turned out that his bluff had been seen through by the other party.
In any case, it is a good thing that the other party did not have any malicious intentions during this visit and did not attack directly. Otherwise, with the broken equipment in Arthur's hands now, it might be difficult to deal with humans, and dealing with high-level demons would definitely be a dead end.
He must recover his Seraph Holy Sword as soon as possible. Arthur ran over and closed the window and locked it---although he knew that he was just deceiving himself. There was really a powerful demon attacking, and a person on the window