This store is all his heart and soul, and he will never give up no matter what.

"Anyway, thank you very much, otherwise I wouldn't have thought of these details."

Neil patted his thick back, but because of his size, his hands could only pat his waist.

The hard muscle made his hand even feel a little pain, and he quickly retracted it.

"Okay, okay, just a few compliments."

Carpenter waved his hand, but the smug look on his face gave him away.

"But I still have to say, because the design of your weapon took a little more energy than expected, so the fees you paid before you left are not enough."

His words made Nelton raise his eyebrows.

"Good guy, so you just waited for me here. You told me all the good things in advance, so I'm afraid I'll refuse, right?"

"After all, there are so many guys in the store who want to eat."

Carpenter grinned and rubbed his hands together, squeezing the hard muscles of his face into a ball.

"Okay, okay, stop looking at me with your thief-like expression, tell me, how much more?"

Looking at the numbers Carpenter compared with his fingers, Neil was silent for a while, and then shouted angrily.

"Damn! Why don't you go and rob!?"

"You mean you want me to go directly to Ron Castle to get the money myself?"

"Grand..."

Neil gave Carpenter a vicious look, and then waved helplessly at Litton who had already pulled out the money bag.

"Litton, take out my pocket money."

Although the price is indeed quite expensive, Neil himself knows that in order to create this funeral blade, Carpenter must have spent a lot of materials, even after using ordinary materials to make it. After one, I started to use better materials to make the funeral blade that was really in front of me.

Carpenter can spend so much effort on himself, and even perfected many functions by himself, and even designed the supporting storage together, the money is actually not too much at all.

So they are actually just one willing to fight and the other willing to suffer.

But seeing Carpenter smilingly counting the money he had saved for years of frugality, Neil still had the urge to beat him up severely.

No, if it wasn't for my hand that would only hurt after hitting it, I would have turned my impulse into reality long ago.

"Here, this is storage, let's have a look on the back."

Carpenter, who put the money on the table, took out a set of belts from the cabinet and threw them into Neil's hands.

"Master, do you need my help?"

"It's okay, it's okay, I can do this little thing myself."

Neil fixed the shiny metal buckles on the brown belts one by one, and then took the two weapons off the rack.

The cold feeling in his hand made his trembling hand slowly calm down, and the just right weight from his hand made him swing the blade of the funeral blade a little bit, and the sharp feeling made him smile with satisfaction.

The stacking stick in his right hand was lifted up by him, and after a few swings, it was slowly inserted from the shoulder into the space of the belt on the back, and they were joined together tightly.

To him, the part protruding slightly from the back is like a sword hilt protruding from the back, and it can be easily pulled out from the back with just a stretch of the right hand.

Neil put the blade back, and the hilt and the stacking stick hanging behind were like two magnets attracting each other, and merged together after a click.

Is this the short scythe mode...

Feeling the weight coming from behind, Neil showed an excited smile on his face, took off the blade again, and then opened the two buckles on the back storage.

That's what he specifically asked Carpenter to do, just to be able to reproduce a certain action he was most looking forward to.

Neil switched the blade to his right hand, and then slammed the handle of the knife into the end of the stick behind him.

click -

The handle of the knife was connected to the stacking stick, but under the impact, the entire stacking stick turned like a windmill.

Neil, who had expected it for a long time, smiled confidently, grabbed the unfolded stack of sticks from behind with both hands, and turned the funeral blade that turned into a long scythe to the front of him.

Thorn —————————

A sharp rubbing sound suddenly came from overhead, and the smile on Carpenter's face froze.

Neil's movements also froze for a moment, and he slowly raised his head, looking at the ceiling that had been forcibly scratched by the blade of the sickle.

"That... Litton, why don't you... give me a break first?"

"Master... I feel that as a nobleman, I should bear my own responsibilities..."

Volume 9: Journey to Poloville: Chapter 9 Fanny Rowan

"Tsk, that guy Carpenter definitely cheated me a lot of money..."

Neil complained while carrying a lot of things.Litton, who was walking behind, was also like him, his hands were filled with various things.

After biting the bullet and sending Carpenter a lot of money, Neil had to make some changes to his original plan, removing many unnecessary things.

After all, there is still a lot of money left as travel expenses, so I can only use the money in more important places first.

The rest can only be made up slowly after I make money as a mercenary or sell some materials along the way.

But fortunately, the most important funeral blade, although there are some subtleties at the end, but anyway, I finally got it.

Along the way, quite a few people looked sideways at him, curiously looking at the novelty weapon behind him, but for them, they were actually more curious about Neil as the master.

After all, it is a world of wars, big and small. It is not uncommon to carry a weapon and a knife on your back at any time. Although Neil, who has only grown to 1.6 meters [-], is indeed a little bit of a show, but carrying two big swords There are girls like Axe, but it’s nothing like Neil.

But this did remind him. After all, he is not playing a game now, and the equipment cannot be picked up after there is no binding. He still has to pay attention to some robbers or thieves eyeing it.

And luggage and necessities must be kept well at all times.

Neil and Litton walked for a while before finally returning to the castle of the Ron family.

Let's go to the courtyard to sharpen the new weapon later.

Hand over the things in his hands to the servants, Neil thought in his mind.

Although I did learn how to use a lot of weapons for the future, none of them is really proficient after all. A weapon with high flexibility like the Funeral Blade requires a considerable amount of practice to master it proficiently.

"Master Neil, Miss Fanny heard that you are back, and wants you to go to her room to meet her."

But just as he was about to run to the courtyard with the funeral blade on his back, a maid walked over from the corridor with a look of fear on her face.

After all, Neil has always disliked the maids in the castle, and they are also very upset about this young master.

But since Fanny, the lord's child, requested it, the maid had no choice but to bite the bullet and run over to inform Neil.

"That little girl..."

Neil glanced at the stairs leading to the second floor with some headaches.

"Okay, I see, you go back."

He waved his hand indifferently, and the maid immediately breathed a sigh of relief and left as if running away.

"Oh... I can't help it..."

Seeing her hurried appearance, Neil also sighed.

Human females are time bombs, and it’s good that they are strangers. Once they have contact, they can be transformed into monsters.

No one knows when a monsterized woman will appear around him, so Neil can only try his best to treat the women around him as badly as possible.

Although this is a rather self-righteous idea, it has to be said that it is quite effective in a sense.

It's just that my mother and younger sister couldn't be dismissed casually like this group of maids.

Especially his younger sister, Fanny Ron, was born weak and sickly, and could only stay in bed most of the time, and basically could only be accompanied by books on weekdays.

In the world of the illustrated book, such a woman was born to exist as a monster, which also made Neil always feel a little guilty about her.

Whether it's family or friendship, even if it's just ordinary affection, after the monster is turned into a monster, all will be forcibly distorted by the desire to make love, but Fanny doesn't seem to have any such things as falling from heaven or being a childhood sweetheart.

Anyway, it doesn't matter that my mother must be the one who suffers from the demonization.But once Fanny turns into a monster, unless there is a scapegoat who is closer, the chances of being forcibly matched are quite high.

However, it is also difficult for Neal to treat Fanny directly like a maid, or force her to hate him by playing a bad face.

After all, no matter how likely she is to turn into a monster in the future, she is just a young girl suffering from illness.

It's as unfair as arresting and punishing the other party in advance if he thinks that the other party may commit a crime. Just because of possible future situations, Neil really can't bear to step on the rough fate of a little girl.

When he came to Fanny's room, he sighed and knocked lightly on the door.

Hope she's okay...

After a soft "please come in" came from inside, Neil opened the door and walked in.

The inside of the room is very simple, not even a girl's room.

Except for some relatively low bookshelves and wardrobes, and a few dolls that are more decorative than practical, there is only a cabinet in front of the balcony that is full of various medicine bottles.

And on that white bed, a delicate figure was leaning against the headboard inlaid with a layer of cushions, looking at him with delighted eyes.

"Brother, are you back?"

"Well, I'm back."

Neil nodded, grabbed a chair from the side, and sat beside Fanny's bed.

"How's your body these days?"

"It's nothing serious. The doctor who treated me said that I can even walk around the courtyard for a while these two days."

Fanny's face was full of joy and anticipation. For her who was often bedridden due to illness, being able to go out of the room and go outside was a great thing to look forward to for a whole week.

"Hey~ That still looks pretty good."

Neil also couldn't help raising his eyebrows. Looking at Fanny, whose chestnut hair was swaying in excitement, he stretched out his hand and rubbed her head.

"But don't fall ill again because you are too excited, then the two-day holiday will be gone."

"Don't worry, it won't happen like that."

After she slapped Neil's hand off, a hint of curiosity flashed in her eyes.

"By the way, didn't you go to Rescateje to participate in the test ceremony? How was the result?"

Neil showed two fingers.

"The two attributes of wind and earth."

"Hmm... It doesn't seem very tall. I remember that the book said that three attributes are considered as extraordinary talents. There are very few four attributes in the entire Kos continent, and most of them are women."

Fanny frowned, then she seemed to remember something, and said to Neil seriously.

"Oh, by the way, brother, I heard that it is often more powerful to learn one attribute to the extreme than to forcibly learn four attributes, so you don't want to learn everything like before."

Although she couldn't enter and leave the room at will, Fanny still knew that Neil had been learning all kinds of things, instead of just learning one kind, so she specially warned.

"Don't worry, I still know this."

Neil smiled at Fanny, his eyes full of appreciation.

"The knowledge is good, and the important things are remembered."

"Because I can't go out most of the time, so I can only read books."

Fanny sighed, her original happiness was also covered up by her sorrow, and her immature hands scratched a little wrinkle on the white quilt.

"Besides, brother, you are going to go out to practice soon, isn't it possible that you will not be able to come back in a few years?"

"Well, there are still two days to go."

Seeing a trace of loneliness flash in her eyes, Neil sighed in his heart, but with a smile on his face, he flicked her forehead lightly.

"Don't be so sad, there are not so many people in the castle, and I'm not gone forever."

Neil glanced at the bookshelves displaying all kinds of books, and continued.

"And if I'm right, I'll go to Borovie first."

"Boluowei? Is that where the Elven Envoy Association is?"

Fanny blinked her eyes and asked curiously.

"Yes, when we get there, I'll ask someone to bring you some books there as companions, so that's all right."

Seeing Fanny recovering from his words, Neil heaved a sigh of relief.

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