My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

Although Beatrice didn't name it.

But Hattori Hanzo had already guessed who the student he was talking about was.

Someone who can do such a thing.

Just Bill.

Hattori Hanzo is not only a legendary swordsmith, but also an expert in the use of samurai swords. Bill was his apprentice and friend more than 20 years ago.

Swordsmanship and skills can be said to be taught to everyone.

But afterwards.

Only then did he learn Bill's true identity.

It was too late to regret, so I could only retreat quietly, hoping to avoid the turmoil in the underground world.

did not expect.

This day has finally arrived.

And he had no choice but to get rid of the root cause of the disaster.

"Thanks."

After receiving the other party's statement, Beatrice's face finally showed a hint of joy. She took out a check from the middle of her coat and slowly pushed it to Hattori Hanzo: "Mr. Hattori, here is one million US dollars."

"Please also prepare a Hanzo sword for my companion. I need his help."

"Thanks!"

Finally, she lowered her head heavily.

Make a prayer gesture.

To be honest, Ethan really didn't pay much attention to this matter before. It was just a samurai sword!

But Beatrice’s move.

Let the chopsticks in his hand hover in mid-air and look blankly at the check in front of him.

That string of zeros is particularly eye-catching.

No matter what it is, as long as it has a value of one million US dollars, the quality is not far behind, especially for small items like swords, which are simply sky-high prices, and Hattori Hanzo didn't even come up with it.

This price was offered by Beatrice on her own initiative.

It proved that in her heart, Hattori Hanzo's carefully crafted katana was worth the price.

It seems that the reputation of this master swordsmith is indeed well-deserved.

"OK!"

Hattori Hanzo hesitated for a while, then slowly put away the check: "You two, please have a meal, and I will give you what you want later."

Seeing him pick up the check, Beatrice breathed a sigh of relief.

"Don't take it to heart."

She took back the chopsticks, as if what she had just given out was not a million dollars, but a piece of waste paper: "Yes, we have a common enemy, but I will always keep your help in mind."

"Consider this Hanzo sword as a gift from me to you."

"Besides, you can use it too."

"Thanks!"

Of course, Ethan would not be polite. He picked up the wine cup with a smile and touched it gently with the female killer.

It is certainly a good thing to receive gifts.

Something worth a million dollars.

It also deserves a thank you.

Looking at the two people in front of him, Hattori Hanzo pursed his lips and smiled. One gave away a million dollars but didn't care at all. The other accepted such an expensive gift and just said a faint thank you.

These two people are not simple.

It's not a loss if the sword he forged follows them.

Next.

The izakaya became quiet, and the two of them finished the sushi slowly and put the last trace of sake into their mouths.

"Please come with me."

After they wiped their hands, Hattori Hanzo straightened his clothes and strode out of the operating table.

Following him, the two walked into the side door.

"Crunch~"

The wooden stairs were stepped on repeatedly and were overwhelmed, making a slight sound.

The three of them filed upwards until they reached the third floor.

The attic was empty.

Apart from the knife holder against the wall, there is nothing else.

As soon as Ethan walked up the stairs, his eyes were attracted by the two knife stands directly opposite. The samurai swords set up on them formed a sharp contrast with the old attic.

The colorful scabbard has a layer of luster.

Even though the blade is hidden.

But there is still a faint evil spirit.

"In the more than twenty years since I retired." Hattori Hanzo walked slowly to the sword rest and ran his fingers over the katana swords: "I have built ten Hanzo swords in total, and I have devoted almost all my efforts."

"To put it bluntly, these are my pinnacle works."

"Every night."

He grabbed a knife and weighed it in his hand: "I can seem to hear them roaring. Maybe a war horse is always eager to go to the battlefield, and drinking blood is their biggest desire."

Hattori Hanzo grasped the handle of the knife and drew it upward.

"Zheng~"

Half of the blade appeared in front of Ethan and Beatrice with a faint crisp sound.

The sharp blade reflected the faces of the two men.

The layers of snowflake patterns look particularly desolate and full of violent beauty. The katana is slightly curved and the long handle is suitable for using both hands. This is definitely a fierce weapon.

"Da~"

With a flick of his wrist, he pushed the knife handle back.

"Now."

Hattori Hanzo put the katana back on the knife holder, turned around and looked at the two people standing behind him: "Please take off your coat and open your arms, thank you!"

The ten knives are of different lengths.

Weight also varies.

He must match the knife according to the height, weight and strength of the two people.

In this way, you can use your fingers like an arm.

Fortunately, he has made many knives in the past twenty years, which are enough for these two people to choose from, otherwise it would take a long time to re-forge them.

Neither Ethan nor Beatrice are shy people.

He knew what the other party wanted to do as soon as he heard it, and took off his thin coat without saying a word.

The latter is simpler.

He took off the long-sleeved T-shirt along with it, revealing his body with scars. It was hard to tell that this guy was quite strong, and his muscle lines were particularly obvious.

The black bra style is quite simple.

Following the slight ups and downs of her breathing, Beatrice didn't care about the gazes of these two people.

The two men have the same physique and long arms.

It's clear at a glance.

"hold my hand."

Hattori Hanzo strode forward, stretched out his strong hand to grab the female killer: "Let me feel your power!"

Put your hands together.

The master swordsmith also used his strength to tug a few times, feeling Beatrice's grip.

The latter had a lot of self-sustaining strength, but he was still dragged and swayed.

After ten seconds, he put it down.

Then, he looked at Ethan again and extended his hand as well.

"Actually, I don't pick the weight."

Ethan happily grabbed his hand and said with a smile: "Believe me, you just need to choose one of the right length for me."

He pulled hard with his hand.

Hattori Hanzo's expression changed with shock, and he staggered towards Ethan.

"careful."

While letting go, he quickly supported this guy to prevent him from hitting himself.

"You're a monster."

After Hattori Hanzo stood firm, he looked at Ethan with a sigh: "I have been forging knives all year round, so I am naturally very strong, but you can drag me easily. Yes, you really don't need to consider the weight issue."

"On the left, second and fifth."

"On the right, the first and third knives, these four knives are suitable for you to use."

The old boy looked distressed, waving his sleeves and said: "Whichever one you like, just take it!"

Then, he made his recommendation to Beatrice.

The gray-haired old man was obviously a little sulky, and he sat cross-legged on the floor in depression.