Dicuo: The Sword God of the Hephaestus Familia

"I see. Alfia put the spirit back into the box and returned to the attic with the box in her arms.

Before going up the stairs, she turned back and whispered:"Don't make me wait too long.……"

Although the sound was very small, Wang Yue did hear it.

It's not easy for her to say such words with her indifferent temperament. hehe

"I'll go back quickly"

"……Um."

Early the next morning, Wang Yue arrived at the inn in the city and boarded a carriage.

Most of the people on the carriage were businessmen or people who came to Orario to visit their families.

There were 8 people in the carriage.

Counting Wang Yue, there were three men. , the other five were all women.

The carriage left Orario.

The women in the carriage started chatting, and soon they were all smiling and getting to know each other.

Maybe it was because they were in similar situations and had common topics, most of them. The conversation was about family.

Wang Yue turned around and looked at Orario, which was gradually getting smaller in his field of vision. He felt like he was back to the time when he first came to Orario.

At that time, he was shocked by the grandeur and splendor of this city. , the mood was extremely exciting.

But now, what he felt was the attachment and reluctance of leaving home.

Especially after experiencing the great struggle, his sense of belonging to Orario was much stronger.

After the carriage drove for a while, Looking back, Orario was no longer visible. Wang Yue took out a drawing board from his luggage, then clamped a piece of paper and began to draw lines on the paper.

After seeing his actions, a young man dressed as a businessman next to him asked curiously Said:"Are you a painter?"

Wang Yue turned her head and smiled at him, then raised the drawing board in her hand and showed the messy lines to him.

"No, I'm not yet"

"Oh, you are studying"

"That's right."

Wang Yue talked casually with the people in the carriage, but did not stop moving his hands.

Two hours later, he was able to accurately outline the outline of the object.

By evening, there were many more things on his drawing paper The objects in the sketch include apples, combs, bottles, rings and other things.

The carriage stopped on the side of the road, leaning against a big tree. The horse also took this opportunity to rest and eat the weeds on the roadside.

The coachman He took out the big pot, set up a suggested stone stove, and started to light the fire.

But the grass was a little wet, so it was difficult to light the fire.

Seeing this, Wang Yue said to the coachman:"Leave it to me to start the fire. Can you carry down the ingredients?""

"okay."

The driver put the flint in Wang Yue's hand, with a look of relief on his face.

After he left, Wang Yue pretended to hit the flint, but in fact he used the ghost to create a fire.

After the flame was ignited, those moist The water in the branches was quickly evaporated and began to crackle.

Hearing this sound, the driver turned around in surprise

"Mr. Frieza, you are so awesome for igniting the fire so quickly."

The brows of everyone who had become anxious because the fire had not been ignited immediately widened.

With the fire source, everyone came closer and sat in a circle.

Frieza was his pseudonym.

After all, Hephaestus The reputation of Yao Touzhai is well known.

He was not sure how widespread it was, so he used a false identity.

For this reason, he also specially dyed his black hair white.

As for why it is white.

In short, it is because he is handsome, there is no too many reasons.

The appearance of a handsome boy with black hair and the knife he carried made it easy for others to guess his true identity.

So this time he only wore Nifu.

Lulune was responsible for transporting the rest of the knives to him. Inside the royal city

"I am also a mercenary, so I am very skilled in this skill."

Wang Yue said as he got used to his identity as a mercenary.

At dinner time, a woman asked him what big scenes he had seen as a mercenary.

So he took on the role of a bard and started telling stories. After that, he continued to talk for an hour.

Because there was only one coachman. He needed sleep and rest at night to replenish his energy.

He was just a mortal without grace, and it was impossible to go without sleep for several days. And even if he could persist, the horse also needed to rest. and sleep.

At a speed of 50 kilometers per day, at noon on the fifth day after departure, the Kingdom of Lakia finally appeared in front of everyone's eyes.

"Guest, the Kingdom of Lakia has arrived. Please walk the road ahead by yourself, otherwise the carriage will be inspected and everyone will be questioned."

"I get it, thank."

Wang Yue nodded to his fellow passengers on the carriage, and then jumped out of the carriage.

The Death Overlord uniform was too conspicuous, so he didn't wear it.

At this time, he was wearing a white shirt, a beige vest, and simple protective gear. It covered his right knee, half of his chest where his heart was, and his right shoulder. He also wore a linen cloak and carried a woven bag on his back. The only thing on his body that looked valuable was the Zanpakutō at his waist.

In order not to arouse the greed of others, he deliberately did not polish the blade.

At this time, the body of the Nifu knife was chipped and the handle was gray, looking like a dull knife that was about to be worn out.

No matter who looked at it, He is a wandering mercenary who has been in the dust. Especially protective gear. Due to financial constraints, many mercenaries' armors pursue maximum functionality.

There is no need to protect the chest, as long as the heart is not penetrated, you can survive.

The one on the right The arm must be protected to prevent injury and the inability to hold the weapon.

Arriving at the city gate, Wang Yue found that it seemed to be the"peak period". At this time, about twenty people had gathered here and were queuing up for inspection.

Wang Yue Yue walked to the end of the queue, waiting for his turn. (To read Baoshuang novels, go to Feilu Novel Network!)

After ten minutes, the team only advanced a little.

Wang Yue was waiting He was a little bored.

At this moment, he felt someone bumped his shoulder.

Looking up, he found a team of several strong men, swaggering towards the city.

The guards guarding the city saw it. They all looked respectful and put them all in without checking.

Wang Yue glanced at the back of one of them.

That coat of arms.

It was unmistakable.

"They are the Ares Familia."Wang Yue looked at it twice, and then looked away. Finally it was

Wang Yue's turn.

The guards guarding the city glanced at him and saw that his body was in tatters, and they were a little contemptuous.

But when they saw the knife on his waist, they still asked more questions. a few words

"Who are you and what are you doing in Lakia?"[]

"Wandering mercenary, spending the night, looking for work"

"Mercenary?"The guard glanced at him a few times, and finally put his eyes on the sword and said:"Pull out your sword and take a look."

Wang Yue obediently pulled out Nifu.

Huh?

The guard saw that the knife was in tatters, just like its owner, so he snorted coldly.

"Third rate guy. Wang

Yue turned a deaf ear to his sarcasm and just put the knife back, then took out the brush and music score from the bag.

"I am also a painter, and I also know a little bit about playing."

The guard couldn't read the music score, but the things on the drawing paper looked good. He, a person who didn't understand art, thought the drawing was good.

So he said:"A thin guy like you is better than a mercenary. Focus on painting, okay, come on in"