The Wizard World

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"It is definitely not the average person who can retire under the black towel assassin. And I still smell the mysterious atmosphere." Another person whispered, he took off his helmet and revealed a pale blue face. His ears are similar to the fins, the skin is light blue, and the eyes are white pupils. Obviously not human.

"You sea people are most sensitive to the mysterious atmosphere. Since you said so, is this the person of the snake of Shalin?"..."The other person did not finish, but there was a hint of jealousy in the tone. And awe.

"It should be. The kind of breath that I smelled when I was a child 13 years ago, I still remember it." The Hai man nodded affirmatively and his face was dignified. "It is best not to provoke this adult... This is My advice."

"I will report to the city chief."

"After so many years, the mysterious atmosphere has finally appeared again." The Haizu stood up. "Go, there are a few other points that need to be cleared. You bring people back to report."

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The dark side of the back of the house.

Anglia leaned back against the wall and listened to the footsteps of the Guard's evacuation, his face showing a thoughtful expression.

"There is still a race like the sea, and there is some trouble." He brows slightly. "But it seems that killing those people, there is no drastic action on the city guard. And listening to the two people's words seems to be very awesome for the power of the wizard."

Gathering his thoughts, Angley puts his footsteps down and walks down the alley, and quickly returns to the original shop following the route he had previously arrived.

The alley was empty and there was no one. There were footprints on the ground that had just been mixed away.

The two horses **** have been unaware of which thief was taken away, so that the important thing Angley is with him.

Entering the store door, Angley turned around, untied the bow and arrow, and the parcel from the body, placed it in the store, then locked the store door and left the alley.

From those gangsters, he got a lot of change, and now everything has been stolen, and he has to go to the streets to buy some food.

I just found a pie shop nearby.

The glass door outside the pie shop is open, and there are quite a lot of guests entering and leaving. On the outside bronze nameplate is printed: Dai Lin's pie house.

Angrid took the sword of the cross sword behind him and strode in.

Inside the store is a row of white counters and seven or eight sets of tables and chairs. The environment is still clean and tidy. At the counter, two or three clerk are busy handing the packaged finished pie to the queued guests.

The meat of the pie and the aroma of the chopped green onion mixed with the oil of the pancakes filled the air, and Angrid took a deep breath and sat down to a table that was still empty.

The people in the shop are not very crowded, and a few little boys and girls are turning around to greet the guests.

Anglia just sat down, a little girl came over and rubbed her hands on the white apron. "This brother, what do you want?"

"What are you here?"

"Our signboard here is the meat onion pie, as well as sesame sweet bread, fried bread, vegetable pie." The little girl voiced the name of the dish crisply.

"I want a piece of meat onion pie. How much?" asked Angley.

"As long as two silver coins."

Two silver coins were taken from the skin and placed on the hands of the little girl.

After waiting for ten minutes, Angley’s pie was sent up.

On the golden cake, the finely chopped diced meat and green shallots look extraordinarily tender. On the table, a tangy mixture of hot aromas rushed to the surface.

Angliel took a piece of knife and fork and sent it into his mouth. Crisp skin, soft and soft meat, diced and green onion, both chewing, fragrant and not greasy. The salty taste is just right.

A few mouthfuls ate a large piece of pie, Angley called another one, and quickly finished eating, this is the unfinished body.

Go to the counter. At this time, the number of guests has been much less. After the meal time, the natural traffic has been reduced.

"This guest, what do you need?" A clerk quickly came over and asked.

"I need your shop to send me pies at designated locations every day. Money is not a problem. Is it okay?" asked Angley.

"Of course, we have this service."

“Also give me a cup of milk and juice every meal.”

Twenty minutes later.

Solving the problem of eating every day, Angley left the pie shop and returned to his shop.

Close the store door and start the daily meditation.

Everything in the store was evacuated, and Angley did not care. He sat down on the floor and began to meditate. For the Cavaliers, if it is not a particularly bad environment, it will not have much impact.

The last time the wound was infected, he suspected that it might be the problem of the black needle. Otherwise, with his knight's physical fitness, how can it be so easy to get sick? However, the chip does not have any information on the black needle. There is no clue in the analysis of the void. It is necessary for him to start using various materials and materials experiments, and perform some experiments such as pH, heat treatment, freezing treatment, chemical reaction, etc., in order to get the black needle. First-hand data.

After meditation for an hour or so, the previously used vertigo, mental power was modeled and stored in the chip. Angrid was ready to get out.

The shop also needs to buy beds, living utensils, furniture, and some daily consumables, as well as clothes and boots that need to be replaced.

Fortunately, the aristocratic vouchers on the body were not lost, or if there was no such thing, Angliel could not buy any clothes other than gray.

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For the next ten days, Anglia stayed in the store, and every day except eating, drinking, and sleeping, it was meditation. Occasionally stroll around the surrounding neighborhoods and buy some little things in life. Then come back soon and learn a lot of knowledge in the chip. In addition, the secret method on the sheepskin roll, he also began to study. The secret that can make him and the chip undetectable is definitely a good thing.

He has completely mastered the basic version of the tired hand, and the advanced improvement of the chip also needs to consume a lot of mental power at one time, which is not what he can afford now. So you can only come slowly as you go.

Soon, this calm life was interrupted.

Hey.

A rhythmic knock on the door came in at the store door.

Angrid was practicing the sword, wiped the sweat from his face, and walked over to open the door.

A 10-year-old girl with a ponytail is standing at the door with a black metal food box. She wore a little dirty white dot apron. Wearing a white hair band on the head.

"Mr. Angli, your pie is here." The little girl said with respectfulness.

"Put it on the table." Anglia turned and walked to the backyard with a long sword, ready to continue practicing the basic swordsmanship.

The shop is connected to a small yard, the back is very spacious, there is a well, and one person is more than enough.

Ange cited the cross sword, cutting, slung, and cross cutting. The three basic movements are repeated, and the endless stream, because of the speed, the sword body is wearing a sizzle in the air, and the silver marks are faintly connected into a triangle.

"You haven't gone yet?" Angley suddenly took the sword, and slammed it back into the waist scabbard and turned to look at the yard.

The little girl was looking out of the door, looking at him with a look of envy and eagerness. When she saw Anglia discovering that she had peeked, the little girl suddenly had a pale face.

"I'm sorry, sorry, sorry!!" She quickly stood up and bent down and continued to salute. "Angri, I just heard the sound, I was curious..."

Angley glanced at the little girl.

At the age of ten, the height is normal, some are small and look a little malnourished. These days, his diet is responsible for her delivery. This little girl is very respectful every time, very cautious and careful. It is a very serious girl.

Angrid likes and appreciates serious people. If you treat anything, anyone, if you are serious, you will be able to achieve good results in this world.

Looking at the little girl's sincere fear. Angliel slowly walked over.

"Don't be busy apologizing, I don't blame you, do you like swordsmanship?" he asked.

The little girl was tight and stopped, and nodded quickly.

"Yes, I am really just curious.... Please forgive me!" She bent down.

Anglia looked at her faintly. During this time, the secret of the Sarin snake that he studied finally broke through, so today his mood is very good.

"Your luck is very good, I am in a good mood today. What is your name?"

The little girl quickly replied: "Tia, my name is Tia."

"When you send something in the future, I will allow you to watch while I am practicing the sword." Angley saw the envy and desire of this Tia for swordsmanship. The obsessive expression was not formed twice, but she had this craving long ago.

He is not a big aristocrat who is hypocritical and boring. Even a little basic swordsmanship training should be hidden. For those who are sincere and sincere, he does not give others a chance to change their destiny.

Tia’s face suddenly showed amazing expression, and for a moment she forgot to thank Angela, so she stayed where it was.

"Okay, pay attention to my movements." Angley did not take it easy, walked back to the yard and began to point out the precautions of Tia's basic training. Although these things are the most basic things, they are also summed up by the experience of countless people.

If something goes wrong, the action is not standard, the posture is wrong, it is likely that in the near future, this error will be amplified into a fatal weakness. It may also lead to dislocation and fracture of the wrist joints, inaccurate posture and movement, and will bring a huge joint burden to the trainer. Serious people are likely to become disabled.

This world is different from the earth. All weapons must be stronger than the earth. Whether it is a long sword or a bow or arrow, the materials used must be heavy and strong, and the power is naturally large.

After all, the person who can make a fifty-pound sword can never give him a cross-sword of twenty pounds. This can only be a restraining force. The result is that the burden of training is much heavier.

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