Zheng!------As the werewolf raised his sword and struck out, a crisp sound sounded in the empty square.
The sound of the lizard-tooth dagger cutting the air was just like the roar of an ancient bell when it was unsheathed just now. It was only amplified several times and continued to echo during the sword dance.
People in the distance cast curious glances at the werewolf.
Zheng!------Buzz------Buzz! As Bedivere swings his sword faster, the blade cuts the air, and the sound it makes also intensifies. One after another, like an ancient bell.
The sword sounds were superimposed on each other. The werewolf had been using this lizard-tooth dagger for a while, but he had never seen this strange phenomenon. Sure enough, it was because old man Odin had done some tricks to the sword, and the dagger itself
Has its nature changed?
The passers-by nearby stopped in their tracks, and many knowledgeable people even closed their eyes and listened, listening to the unique sound of this dagger as if listening to music.
The werewolf only felt ashamed. He was now a street performer. But things had already begun, and stopping in the middle would be even more embarrassing. Bedivere had no choice but to risk his life and swing his sword even more vigorously.
Buzz, buzz, buzz! The sword light danced wildly, looming with a cold light in the dark night.
---------Crack! Suddenly there was a strange noise, mixed in.
Snap, snap, snap! --- At the same time as the sword was dancing, lightning flashed on the lizard-tooth dagger.
Golden arcs followed the trajectory of the sword blade, leaving an afterimage in the air - an afterimage of gold! The thunder and lightning that burst out as the sword dance accelerated seemed to be Odin again.
One of the hands and feet made by my father. Not only does it increase the gorgeousness of the blade when it dances, it should even have some kind of special effect------it is probably to cause extra damage with electric shock, right?
"Oh my god---" the shop owner gasped: "In this era, there are still people who make magic weapons by hand!"
Magic weapons? Bedivere muttered to himself. Maybe he was talking about weapons with special enchantments. Bedivere had seen too many of these weapons, and he didn't think these magical weapons were so rare.
But if you think about it carefully, it seems that is not the case - from Bedivere's Hydra dagger to Arthur's Dragon Flame Dagger, there is no magical weapon with special effects that is not priceless.
of?
The werewolf continued to wave the lizard-tooth dagger, watching the electric light bursting from the dagger get brighter and brighter, drawing golden tracks in the air. This should be a kind of method that the more he waved it, the more electrons in the environment were used to generate it.
Weapons of electric current. Paramedis and the others were able to achieve similar effects by using weapon plug-ins before, but the power bonus brought by the weapon plug-ins was very small after all, and could not be compared with the electric shock effect of this weapon enchantment.
compared to.
So, is this mutated lizard-tooth dagger really priceless?
"Oh!" Bedivere heard the praises of the people around him. He was a little proud and danced his dagger more vigorously. The trajectory of thunder and lightning almost surrounded Bedivere, forming a circle with him as the center and a radius of about two yards long.
The lightning sphere. The electricity and light are affecting each other, gathering energy, and becoming very unstable.
The weapons dealer felt vaguely that something was wrong, and immediately stopped Bediwell: "Enough, enough! Stop waving that damn dagger!"
"Uh!" The werewolf was suddenly stopped and couldn't help but panic. He stopped his limbs and stood still. At this time, the thunder and lightning storm around him had accumulated to a rather terrifying level. When the werewolf stopped swinging his sword,
At the same time, it was also detonated!
Boom! Hundreds of electric currents flew out uncontrollably, drawing strange arcs and sweeping everything around like a whirlwind.
"Wow!" Pedestrians on the road ran away one after another. Some unlucky ones who had no time to dodge were hit by the electric current and flew a few steps away in a burst of electric shock.
"Wow!" The beam of the weapons store was also hit by the electric current and collapsed. The boss shrank under the table in panic, watching his store become a mess under the impact of the collapsed beam!
"Uh!" Bediwell looked at all this and couldn't help but sweat broke out on his forehead: "Everyone, are you not injured?!"
"Ugh..." The shop owner got up from under the table and held up the wooden beams of his shop: "You have to be responsible for repairing this!"
The passers-by around didn't seem to be too hurt, at most they were paralyzed by the electricity. But they were cursing Bedivere in Egyptian whispers, most of which were "Why don't you have eyes" or "
Be careful, you idiot" and the like.
"So..." The werewolf hurriedly put away his weapons and walked to the front of the store. He watched the boss use a large wooden pillar to temporarily prop up the collapsed beam: "Do you want to buy this sword or not?...Should I?"
Do you want me to pay for the damaged items in your store?"
"Hmph!" The boss looked at the mess on the store. The various weapons placed or hung in the store were not actually damaged, only the beams of his store were damaged, and this kind of store was simply built with wooden shelves.
, it is easy to repair in the first place.
"You need to compensate, but it's only a small amount." The weapons dealer still maintained his fair style at this time: "But you have to tell me, who made this weapon? These days, there are still people who directly use animals.
To make crude magic weapons, this is really..."
"Unbelievable?" A voice sounded from behind Bediville, interrupting (continuing) the businessman's words.
"Well, incredible." The businessman was stunned for a while, and suddenly shouted: "Ah! Your Highness the Prince!"
"Prince...Your Highness?" The werewolf turned his head and looked doubtfully.
Standing behind Bediwell is a young man with a handsome face and a very dignified and luxurious dress. He is wearing a black dress, his black hair is neatly cut, he is not wearing any gold jewelry, and he is not pretentious at all.
, but because of this refreshing simplicity, it shows his personal nobility even more.
The several bodyguards in black who followed this "prince" were also wearing very decent suits, as if this was their employee benefit.
By the way, this brand of dress is the high-end product that Paramedis and the others rented before... What brand is it called? Bediwell was confused for a moment, only remembering that the cost of this suit was very expensive, anyway, for someone like him
Luxury goods that poor people cannot afford.
"This little brother, can you lend me your weapon?" The man who was called [His Royal Highness] by the businessman stretched out a hand towards Bedivere. He also wore a snow-white weapon on his hand, made of very good materials.
Sophisticated silk gloves.
"It's okay, but..." The werewolf took his lizard-tooth dagger and looked at it carefully. He wiped the handle of the sword with his clothes and felt very embarrassed. The sword was not actually dirty, but he always felt that it was "dirty".
Handing over "things" to this prince will stain the other party's pair of sparkling clean gloves.
"It doesn't matter," the prince did not dislike Bedivere's slovenliness. He took the dagger from the werewolf's hand and held it in his hand for a closer look: "I see. This workmanship is indeed very particular, no matter from the perspective of a work of art,
From the perspective of practical weapons, they are all good products. The thunder and lightning storm just now was like a living thunder lizard roaring. This is indeed a rare masterpiece."
He walked to the weapons store, took out his checkbook and pen, wrote something, and handed a check to the weapons dealer: "Boss, I'm sorry for hindering your business. This money is an apology to you, and by the way, I also treat it as a gift."
The cost of repairing the store. Is it enough?"
"Too, too much!" The weapons merchant looked at the check and turned pale: "How can I have the nerve to accept such a large amount of money, Your Highness!"
"There's no need to dodge, just accept it." The prince didn't talk to the shop owner anymore. Instead, he raised the lizard-tooth dagger and said to Bediwell: "I bought this child. Can you give me a price?"
"Uh..." Bedivere was dumbfounded when he was asked this question. He didn't know much about the quotation of weapons, and he was originally expecting to get more information from the owner of the weapons store - at least he had to know
An approximate quotation. But now that there is no reference, the werewolf has to estimate the true value of the weapon by himself.
Old man Odin said that one processed weapon can be worth the price of a barrel of insect pulp. In addition, this prince seems to be quite wealthy, so if the price of the dagger goes up a little, there should be no problem, right?
"This." Bediwell raised three fingers and planned to ask for 30,000 Egyptian coins: "Is this okay?"
"Really?" The prince smiled calmly, and even saved the effort of bargaining: "Well, it's a very fair price. That's it."
He quickly wrote a string of words on the checkbook, tore off a check and handed it to Bediwell: "It's a pleasure to cooperate with you, little brother. I hope to do business with you again in the future."
"Uh...Okay, okay, Your Highness the Prince." Bedivere accepted the check and agreed casually, although he had no idea who this prince was.
"Well, good night, everyone." The prince left with a group of bodyguards. He came and went in such a hurry.
Bediwell was full of doubts, and he just hoped that the check in his hand was not a bad check. It shouldn't be, right? This prince seems to be in this market often, and he is a big shot with a good reputation. It is impossible for a mere 30,000 yuan to be paid.
Writing a bad check for money.
"Um...how much did the prince give you?" the weapons shop owner behind Bedivere asked curiously.
"Uh, let me take a look." The werewolf turned to the store lights and quickly glanced at his check. At this glance, he couldn't help but shuddered all over.
That was not a check for 30,000 yuan at all. What was written on it was thirty times the amount, which was 600,000 Egyptian coins!
If this is not a bad check, then this is indeed a huge sum of money, a huge wealth that Bediville was far from expecting!
"You are so lucky to have met His Highness the Prince." The weapons dealer murmured in a low voice, "If it were me, I would only give you one-sixth of the money at most."
"Uh?!" The werewolf couldn't help but his hair stood on end: "What did you just say?!"
"I said," the weapons dealer said with a sneer: "Your dagger is indeed a rare fine product, but the workmanship is not high enough and it is not worth as much as 600,000 yuan."
If I were to set the price, I would only give you 100,000 at most."