As a Sword Saint, I Want to Be a Demon King

Chapter 14 She is killing herself!

After leaving the blacksmith shop, the silver-haired girl went shopping for some necessities.

These include two exquisite short knives, several pieces of equipment, and some rare magic items.

The weapons and equipment are okay, and it didn't cost much in total.

But the price of those magic props is a bit scary, almost costing one-third of her current net worth.

"so expensive."

Looking at the half-deflated gold coin bag, Aiwen thought distressedly:

"The quality of these props can only be regarded as mediocre. Are all items related to magic so expensive?"

No way, who made the defense of her ancestral house too crude.

There are no dedicated guards, the fences are old, and the windows and doors are fragile.

Any thief with a high level can easily sneak into the house, whether it is assassination or theft, it will not be hindered much.

Fortunately, her own bedroom is fairly solid, and usually no one is allowed to enter, it is the only safe place in the whole house.

With these magical devices, they will be repaired at that time. With Elena and the others, the defense level of the mansion will be greatly improved in the future.

"Crack...crack..."

The wheels groaned dully on the ground.

Because of the bulk of her purchases, she hired a carriage.

The horse-drawn carts equipped with this market will help transport all items to the designated location, and they are rarely looted.After all, the underground trading market has a strong background, and few people are willing to provoke such a behemoth.

"Do you want to do it now?"

Looking at the receding carriage in front of them, the five blacksmith thugs discussed quietly behind:

"That woman doesn't seem to put the sword and money she bought in the car, which will save us a lot of trouble."

"Don't worry, just wait."

A thug looked around and said:

"It's too close to the market now. If something goes wrong, the woman may come back to ask for help, and there may be trouble at that time."

—Someone followed me.

The silver-haired girl quickly noticed the abnormality.

But she said nothing.

Still walking forward as if he didn't realize it, his steps were relaxed and leisurely.

After a while, she suddenly turned to the right and entered a dark alley.

"Haha, she is looking for her own death! Hurry up and follow!"

Those five people were overjoyed.

Hastily took out the prepared weapons, sent three people to intercept the alley, and the other two followed the silver-haired girl with a bow and crossbow.

This kind of bow and crossbow is forbidden by civilians, and the crossbow is covered with poison. Although it is not fatal, it is enough to make a strong warrior unconscious.

The two have already begun to fantasize about the beautiful body curves of their prey-the dance floor owner Santos doesn't care whether his goods have been touched, they can definitely open the meat first.

"Strange, what about people?"

However, when they entered the alley, they didn't see anyone.

Just as the two probed their heads to look around, they were hit hard on the back of the head at the same time!

"That's all settled."

The silver-haired girl appeared behind the two and clapped their hands.

Then she bent down and took off the purses of the two fallen people.

For such a thing, it is very kind to only take money and not die.

At the end of the alley, there were also three people lying there, and she kicked one of them awake.

"—Forgive me!"

The man was very clever, and when he realized something was wrong, he immediately knelt down and begged for mercy:

"I have no grievances or enmities with you, I just follow the boss's instructions!"

"Did Rex send you here?"

The silver-haired girl asked coldly.

"Yes...yes! The boss told us to grab everything back and sell you...sell..."

"Sell what?"

"—sold to Santos' dance hall!"

Before he even had time to use his skills, the man tremblingly poured out everything he knew:

"The boss also said... If you have a pretty face, you can ask for a little more money, otherwise you can just set a price."

dance hall?

Egwen was stunned:

where is that?

Is it a place for singing and dancing? Does the other party want to sell themselves there to work illegally?

"It's actually a place to serve men..."

Under her persecution, the thug from the blacksmith shop replied with a sad face:

"It's also called a brothel... ah!!"

After getting the desired information, the angry silver-haired girl stunned the man again and took the money bag.

"It would be too cheap to just let you go."

She whispered to herself:

"You actually want to sell me to that kind of place...you have to teach you some lessons."

He found the crossbow arrows carried by the five men, picked one up and held it to the tip of his nose and smelled it:

"It really is something that hurts people, so I can feel more at ease."

First, she pricked each of them with an arrow, and when the effect of the medicine wore off, she drew out her sword and stabbed a little turtle in the faces of all five of them.

Then write the words "I am a robber" next to the turtle, and you're done.

The fly in the ointment is that someone's drawing skills are not very high, and the turtle he drew looks a bit nondescript, more like an ugly monster.

"This kind of scar that contains the power of lightning cannot be erased within 10 years. Let me see how you still come out to be robbers."

She said bitterly.

Just after leaving the alley, he suddenly found a man sitting in the shadow by the wall.

This man appeared there at some point, with a weather-beaten face and a black pipe dangling from his bearded mouth.

The pipe flame flickered in the night, reflecting his dusty boots and cloak, and his eyes radiating menacing brilliance.

But what caught Aiwen's attention even more was the huge sword leaning against him!

The length of this sword was far longer than the big sword on his back, and it felt like it was already close to two meters.

The wide blade is not covered by anything, and the surface is full of scratches, but it still has a shiny luster.

"What a huge weapon!"

The silver-haired girl was shocked:

"It's taller than an adult, and with that width and thickness, can humans really hold it?"

As if knowing that the silver-haired girl was looking at him, the man slowly took out the pipe from his mouth and put it on the ground beside him.

"—draw your sword."

A deep magnetic voice sounded.

The other party spoke.

Two sharp eyes stared at her face, the man stood up and reached out to hold the giant sword.

Under Egwene's horrified gaze, she easily raised the sword above her head with one hand and carried it on her shoulder.

"……why?"

The silver-haired girl asked:

"I do not even know you."

"Draw the sword."

The man's voice is very calm:

"Otherwise you will die here."

This sentence was said quite calmly, without any threatening meaning.

But the silver-haired girl felt a chilling and terrifying aura, oppressing from the opponent's body!

— This man is serious.

Almost instantly, she understood the current situation:

If he didn't draw his sword, this man would really kill him!

Chapter 15 What a funny little girl

"Are you sure it was me who died in the end, not you?"