not difficult to buy Shelley a new rapier . Because they underestimated the determination of the elves to independently resist the undead army, hundreds of weapons merchants transported a large amount of weapons to the port of Mithlanda, but they could not sell them at all. Only the fruits and medicines were very popular. So when Fat Bob showed up at the market with his guests, they received a warm welcome.

However, after Vincent said in Bob's ear, "We are here to buy things, not because you become a visitor," Bob hurriedly asked the merchants who gathered around to leave.

"Sir, I'm sorry, this is an oversight on my part." Uncle Tong said : "In addition, your gemstone is very valuable, but because the number of platinum coins here is too small, we can only use more gold coins. The volume of those things It’s a bit big, what do you want to do with it?”

"Spend it." Vincent's Eye of Insight has been searching for the aura of magic items, which can at least save time. He pointed to a less impressive spot and said, "Just go there."

Several people separated from the crowd and walked in the direction pointed by the mage. Although Bob didn't understand why the mage didn't go to the best merchant here, and his size severely limited his traveling speed along the way, he was still sweating profusely and tried hard to keep up.

It turned out that that area was where some mercenaries sold their trophies. Although they cannot participate in the action against the undead, the fishmen in Unicorn Bay have become rare hunting targets. Those who love "collecting" bring good income to those who dare to take risks. However, there will never be elves here to buy goods. The long-lived race with pointed ears has never been enthusiastic about commodity trade.

Vincent walked quickly into the crowd, but suddenly walked slower and slower, as if he saw an incredible sight. Shelley and Soka looked at Vincent strangely for no apparent reason.

In the corner of the market, a white-haired old man lowered his head, and placed a rusty giant sword in front of his squat body. Although the sword seemed to be unusable, the magical glow emanating from it could not escape Vincent's eyes.

Even though the disheveled hair completely covered the seller's face, to Vincent, who had an eye for insight. But it can't be an obstacle at all. After confirming his observation again and again, the mage finally stood in front of that person.

"Knight Mond, why are you here?" the mage said.

Hearing this name, the old man's body trembled. He glanced up from his hair and saw clearly the face of the young man in white robe standing in front of him . Although those pure black eyes made him feel strange, the face was still clearly imprinted in his mind.

"Vincent?" The old man's voice was hoarse: "I'm so glad you're not dead yet."

The mage squatted down and lowered himself to the same height as the Mond knight. He looked at the dilapidated Dragon Slayer in front of him. Don't know what to say. Judging from his appearance, he must have been expelled from the Holy Knight Order of Holy Greafury . At least the silver-white honor armor that should never leave his body is no longer there. "Maybe it's because of the responsibility for the loss of Yuegang City." Vincent thought for a while. "But Lord Murray, who was bewitched, should bear the brunt of this."

Knight Mond didn't say anything. The two of them just squatted facing each other, and the scene was strangely quiet.

"Do you want to sell this sword?" Vincent decided to break the silence with this topic: "How much does it cost?"

"It's already rusty." Mond thought for a moment and said, "Maybe it will break in the next swing. Are you sure you want to buy it?"

"I'm not talking about this one, but you." Vincent said: "Mond, look at who among us can use such an epee? Do you think it will be me, the mage, or two women? One of them?"

"I am already old." Knight Mond said: "Besides, I almost killed you. Do you want me to work hard again? I am just like this rusty long sword. It's time to disappear from this world. when."

"No! Dragon Slayer, no!" Vincent's voice was not loud, but he took advantage of the bewitching power of magic. Every word he said was like a heavy knock on Mond's heart: "It's not the sword that caused your rust, but your heart that made it rust. When it comes to magic items, I am more knowledgeable than you. Have a say! This sword still has the power to slay dragons and demons. Just like your heart, it is full of unwillingness and loneliness. But you do escape from the last dignity you still have and squander the remaining life in a muddle-headed way. . How long has it been since you waved this sword? How long has it been since you shouted the slogan of killing the enemy? How long has it been since you held your head high and faced your own life?"

Although Vincent is not very proficient in charm spells, the mage's language itself has the effect of a magic spell.

Knight Mond's thoughts followed exactly what Vincent said, and he began to try to recall the glorious past he once had.

"Take this sword and swing it as hard as you can," Vincent said. "Even if you can no longer serve the Paladin team, be loyal to yourself. Now, swing it, and you will regain the power you once had." "

After speaking, Vincent raised the sword in front of Mond with his left hand (only with his left hand can Vincent hold this weapon). As if being hypnotized, Mond clamped his fingers tightly on the hilt of the sword, and then slowly stood up.

The giant sword drew a circle in the air, and the rust on it fell like snowflakes. Mond looked up to the sky and screamed, but he used too much force. But no sound came out of his throat.

Then, as if he suddenly woke up, he looked at Vincent suspiciously: "Did you cast a spell on me?"

The mage smiled and said, "No, I was just chatting with you. It was your heart that cast a spell on yourself." Vincent also stood up and shook off the rust hanging on his robes. "What have you decided to do now?"

"I don't know." Mond's eyes suddenly dimmed again, and he said: "If the only hope I have is to drive all the orcs of Holy Greafury back to their hometown, but I am completely alone now. How is it possible to achieve this wish?”

Vincent glanced at the necromantic orb on the top of the long staff in his hand. If the battle-hardened Mond knight was allowed to command the future undead army , he would definitely be able to exert great power. The only thing that didn't go as expected was that Mond had been a Paladin his whole life. There was no way he would agree to this request, so Vincent had no choice but to give up. But now no matter what, we must set a goal for the old man in front of us. Otherwise this legendary tree will eventually fall.

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"Knight Mond, I have a request." Vincent immediately had an idea: "Soon, we will set off north. We may have to go a long way, and we urgently need a guide. I don't trust others easily, but for you who have lived in the north for a long time, I can trust it.”

　　Knight Mond lowered his head. He obviously heard the mage's words, but he did not express his position for a long time . at last. He finally raised his head, his long white beard fluttering in the wind: "No matter what, my burial place will be in the north. Since I have this opportunity, I will go back."

"That's great." Vincent quickly reached out and held Mond's calloused but still strong hand: "That's it. Now, let's make preparations together."

After saying that, Vincent motioned to Bob the barrel to lead the way. In this market, in addition to the Mond knight's sword passed down from his family. There weren't any magic items that Vincent could fancy. Now he can only hope to find good raw materials in the weapons shop here and make the magic rapier for Shelley himself.

a bow and arrow of a suitable size for Little Sokka . Vincent will never neglect the little angel's studies.

Bob couldn't figure it out though. How could the guest in front of him find such an old man to act as a "bodyguard"? But when he saw Mond wearing new armor, he couldn't help but be surprised by the huge changes in him. After the former dragon slayer regained his confidence, he seemed full of energy and had a leadership temperament that despised everything. The trace of worry that was still buried deep in his brow now turned into an expression of compassion. If Uncle Bucket were to judge now, the knight Mond is more like the master of this team, while Vincent, who is always quiet, has become a follower and a clerk.

However, this is exactly what Vincent wants to achieve. Concealment doesn't always require darkness. The same effect can be achieved with the help of infinite radiance.

Shelley has no special opinion about the newly joined old man. Anyway, that person does not hinder her life. However, after Mond used his extraordinary vision to find a fine sword for her , she finally had a good impression of the knight.

"Vincent, don't forget to enchant this sword." Shelley handed the thing to the mage and said, "At least it will be better than the original one."

Vincent had just obtained a new magic scroll and needed some good materials that could be transformed into magic items for experimentation. Naturally, he would not refuse this kind of work. In addition, he also takes care of everything. Prepare to turn various things on Sokka into magic equipment.

Knight Mond looked patiently at the group of young people in front of him, pursed his lips and said nothing. Perhaps this scene brought back memories of his youth when he participated in the Paladin Trials. After a while, he said: "How are you going to go to the north now? I suggest that it is safer to go by land. There will always be violent storms at sea in this season. Although I am not a sailor, there are few people in Yuegang City at this time every year. The ships are coming.”

"We decided to take the sea route." Vincent said: "Go to Immu first, and then make plans based on the situation. I think nothing will happen on this stretch of the road."

"If you say so, I agree." Mond nodded: "I know a captain, he is in the port here now. His ship is still very good."

"That will be more convenient." Vincent immediately put a lot of things he bought into the space bag, which surprised Bob. Although he has met many people, he has only received a handful of mages, let alone being able to see magic items with his own eyes.

But what surprised him even more was that the young mage in front of him took out five more gems from somewhere. Although they were not as big as the first two, their quality was still very good. The mage handed the things to Bob, and then said to Mond: "Mr. Knight, please help prepare the things needed on the road, as complete as possible." Vincent touched Soka 's head and said: "I hope the journey Make it as easy as possible.”

Mond looked at the little girl who was playing with the pet, with a rare smile on his face. He nodded, then pulled Barrel Bob toward the dock. Looking at the innkeeper who was wiping his sweat and panting, Shelley said in Vincent's ear: "I think of a creature in the underground world, the Sloan beast."

"It's a bit like it, it's a bit like it." Vincent felt relaxed now, and he finally didn't need to worry about many tedious things. Now he wants to find a quiet place quickly to test the newly learned skills. After simply buying some candies for Soka, the three of them returned to the hotel.

Although we contacted the ship that day and prepared everything we might need on the way. But they were in no hurry to set off. Vincent locked himself in the room alone and cast magic on the things he wanted to give to Sokka and Shelley. Both Barrel Bob and Captain Jeb of the Conch were a little dissatisfied. One was because of the strange lights and sounds that came from Vincent's room from time to time, and the other was because of the passengers' disrespect for the voyage plan. But when they received gems that far exceeded the value of their losses several times, all the delays became reasonable again.

So, until Vincent came out of the room ten days later, no one complained to him. When the mage handed a thin sword and a short bow into the hands of the two ladies. But there were two confused responses in exchange.

"Brother Vincent, why is the bowstring of this bow so light?" Soka looked at the mage, holding up the short bow and said , "Wouldn't the arrows shot like this lose their strength?"

The mage said nothing, just handed her an arrow. Sokka cocked his bow doubtfully, then aimed outside the window and loosened the bowstring. Except for Vincent, everyone present wanted to see how powerless this bow would be , and imagined how a soft arrow would fly crookedly in the air, but they saw nothing.

The arrow disappeared from everyone's sight without even leaving a trace of its flight. Except for the faint "whoosh" sound coming from the air. No one believed the shooting ground process was complete.

"Just use it carefully. Don't aim around, its range is too far." Vincent said: "The most interesting thing is that when you grow up, this bow will gradually become bigger."

The little angel was hugging his things happily now and nodded vigorously. Shelley, who saw the magical power of the short bow , looked at the double helix-shaped rapier in his hand and decided to discover the secret inside for himself.

Mond is thinking about the huge impact that weapon just now will have on war. Having a long-range bow with such a rate of fire will completely change the form of battle. But in Bob's mind, he had other plans.

"As expected of mages, no wonder they are so rich." Uncle Tong thought: "That weapon just now would be absolutely priceless if sold, and that strange rapier might be even more magical. According to this Speed, it's rare for their mages to become rich.

But only Vincent knows the difficulty of making these two things. If not using the methods of ancient arcanists , then these two weapons must be created. Vincent wouldn't be possible for at least another fifty years. Although the spells of mages are now more refined and theoretically more complete, too many rules and regulations restrict their ability to innovate in magic. Compared with the magic network, the magic source Vincent uses now seems to be much freer. Although the power is too wild, it brings great convenience in making magic items. Both of these things carry the power of the third scroll. They have a certain vitality and are magic items that can grow. Although Vincent has not yet figured out the nature of smart magic items, it is only a matter of time. There will be answers one day.

If you add the fourth "Space Scroll" and the fifth "Artifact Power", Vincent can't even imagine how high his magical attainments will reach. But whenever he remembered that thousands of great arcane masters who had learned the five-chapter scroll appeared in history, he also understood the motivations of those predecessors who wanted to challenge the gods .

"Okay, now I'm all ready." Vincent brought his thoughts back to the present: "Now it's time to take a look at our ship."

"That's the best." Mond said: "If it stays a few days later, the strong winds on the sea will not be conducive to our navigation. Everything has been loaded on the ship now and is ready to go at any time."

"That's it." Vincent said: "Shelley, I will tell you the function of your weapon in detail after I get on the ship. Sokka, don't forget to bring your pet. For some reason, I can already smell the smell of the sea. "

"That's because you locked yourself in the room for too long and haven't breathed fresh air for a long time." Shelley kept waving the rapier in his hand, hoping to find out its secret. She said: "This weapon is really strange. Why does it feel like it has no abilities?"

"Yes, absolutely." Vincent patted Bob on the shoulder as a farewell to the boss.

"Goodbye...goodbye." Uncle Tong always felt that the young lady wielding the rapier was always aiming at his chin, as if she wanted to test his new weapon there, and he suddenly felt a little frightened. He hurriedly took a step back, let go of the stairs leading to the exit, and sent these people off with the most humble gesture.

"Huan...welcome to come again next time." He whispered while wiping sweat.