Kenny took the father and son away. As a normal person, McGerson could not understand the meaning of the armored monster's actions. He was frightened and asked Renn respectfully if he could continue the competition.
Ren felt that the fun was almost over and he could leave after trying the sword again, so he happily agreed.
Michaelson wiped his sweat, thinking that today's competition could finally get back on track. He first talked about something off-topic to warm up the atmosphere, trying to draw the audience's attention back to him, but there was a weirdo in armor standing next to him.
His efforts are doomed to be in vain.
After telling a few jokes, they all fell silent.
From time to time, people who were worried about discovering something unexpected would leave, and the remaining audience would keep their eyes on the armored weirdo, whispering to the people around them, and not daring to speak loudly, for fear of being overheard and called out by the armored weirdo like the little boy.
.
Seeing this, Michaelson had no choice but to follow the pre-set process and directly start the demonstration of the new long sword.
The first one prepared had been cut into two pieces by Renn. Fortunately, there was a spare one. While asking someone to fetch it, Michaelson quietly said to Renn beside him: "Sir, when we show it later,
Just cooperate with me a little bit."
He was really afraid of causing trouble again.
Ren nodded and gave him a reassuring look, but McGerson could neither see nor feel reassured.
Not long after, several people carried up a shelf covered with red cloth, along with two square stones, one gray and one black.
Michaelson secretly glanced at Lane. In the original plan, he and Kenny would cooperate and whet the audience's appetite, but now he didn't dare and there was no need - the boy had already held it for everyone to see.
So he shouted: "Let us immediately see the best sword ever made by McGerson's blacksmith shop!" and lifted the red cloth covering it.
Underneath the red cloth is a cross-shaped shelf, with a beautiful and majestic long sword leaning against it.
Before, when the boy was holding the sword opposite him, he couldn't see it clearly enough because it was facing him. Now that he could look at it carefully, Ren immediately fell in love with the sword. At least the shape was satisfactory to him.
Compared with the decorative sword that he broke, this sword does not have so many fancy decorations, but the seemingly simple design has an indescribable sense of "righteousness" and can still be called beautiful.
.
To put it simply, it is very pleasing to the eye.
The display of the new sword finally drew back some of the audience's attention, mainly because the armored weirdo was also watching carefully with his arms crossed. Seeing this, Michaelson thought to himself that this gentleman was finally reliable.
"Today's promotion will definitely be successful!"
He thought so.
As for Ren, while looking at the sword, he couldn't help but think:
The teleportation this time didn't seem to be any trouble, but it seemed that I had caused trouble for others. That sword... In total, I had already destroyed two swords today. Well, I had to make up for it a little bit.
So he nodded in a positive affirmative manner: "Yes, not bad."
When Michaelson heard this, he immediately knew that this was something that could be discussed. After all, this was praise from the strongest person in the world. So he did not follow the procedure and immediately asked: "Sir, what do you think is good?"
Ren, who was determined to compensate McGregorson, cooperated and said: "I cut too fast before, and when I came back to my senses, the sword had been cut into two pieces. Now that I see it from a close distance, I have to say that just because of this shape
It’s just to my liking.”
There was a roar of laughter from the audience.
Michaelson:......
Can you please stop mentioning this matter?
He reluctantly grinned an ugly smile and gave Ren a begging look.
Ren understood it immediately. In fact, after he said it, he also realized that it seemed inappropriate to say it like this.
But there is still a chance for redress.
He gave McGregorson a look of "mine, mine", then cleared his throat and added to what he just said: "I'm not saying there is anything wrong with the strength of this sword. Everyone knows my strength.
besides......"
He took off the Allenville sword from his back, held it up in his hand and shook it gently: "My weapon can be said to be the best sword in the world."
The audience present couldn't help but nodded. Indeed, the armored monster was holding the legendary sword, which belonged to Alan Weir, the former leader of Kalsham. Being cut off by it meant nothing.
Seeing that the effect was good, Michaelson next to him also looked like he was taking a breath. Encouraged, Ren decided to strike while the iron was hot and talk about the glorious achievements of this sword, so that the audience could fully understand that "there is no shame in losing to me."
"It is no exaggeration to say that my sword is the sharpest in the world. I once used it..."
"To say that among the existences this sword has killed, that dragon can only be regarded as a minion. The most troublesome one is a god..."
It was rare for so many people to sit and listen to what he was talking about. Ren talked about his experience of slaying evil dragons and wolf-killing gods in a more embellished way. On a whim, he raised his sword and started making gestures.
Michaelson had already retreated far away, and the more he listened, the more he felt that something was wrong.
"In order to let everyone understand that it is okay for our swords to be cut off, but wouldn't it be a bit too much? Today seems to be to promote our swords, right?"
But he didn't dare to go up and stop him. The armored monster was still there but he was talking about it in a good mood. If he went up, he would be thought of as a person in the story and be killed.
"Forget it, he can talk about it as long as he likes, as long as the audience can understand that the fact that our swords were cut off does not have a quality problem."
Seeing the audience listening raptly and exclaiming from time to time, McGerson comforted himself in this way.
But at this moment...
"I jumped up and dodged its claws. At the same time, the person was already on its back, and I stabbed it on the back of the neck!"
While Ren was making up a story, he swung his sword downwards as told, completely forgetting that his sword had a "little problem."
The sword suddenly fell off the hilt and plunged straight into the ground.
"This..." Renn felt a little embarrassed and quickly put the sword back, and explained: "Anyway, you have to believe that this is the best sword in the world. The sword was really cut off.
no......"
Before he finished speaking, his hand was held tightly by Michaelson. The other party looked at him without saying a word, and his aggrieved eyes only conveyed one meaning:
Please, stop talking!
Renn put the sword back angrily.
Michaelson pinched his thigh hard, so hard that it would turn his leg blue, because he was afraid that if he continued to stay with the armored monster like this, his spirit would collapse.
He felt that he could not let the armored monster "play freely" anymore, so he should just stick to the words he had prepared in advance.
So Michaelson took the sword off the cross and handed it to Ren's hand. At the same time, he whispered again: "My lord, count me begging you once. You don't need to say anything next, I will tell you what you are going to do."
Is yours okay?"
Looking at the armored weirdo who agreed, Michaelson thought to himself: Nothing will go wrong this time, right?