Starting from the Great Sword, you can only rely on yourself to become stronger

The night passed quickly, and the women got up early. They helped to clean the ingredients and make breakfast, while Su Moyu went to the stream to wash up.

Lifting the hood of his cloak, Su Moyu's reflection was clearly reflected on the calm water in the sunlight.

"……The hair and eyes continued to change color... the transformation was not over yet... As expected, the size of the organism was also an important factor affecting the efficiency of the transformation."

Pulling out a strand of his hair, he found that it was already a quarter of the length from the root, turning from gray to light gold and extending towards the end.

From the reflection, he could clearly see that the strands of silver threads around his pupils were also growing stronger.

It won't be long before Su Moyu will completely transform into a warrior with blond hair and silver eyes.

He untied the backpack behind him, took out a bamboo tube, soaked his hair in the stream, poured the pitch-black sticky liquid in the bamboo tube on it, and then rubbed it vigorously.

This was also something Su Moyu had prepared in advance. He bought it from the tailor shop. It was a reagent used to dye fur. This thing was the unique formula that made Boss Taylor's tailor shop rich. He submerged his entire head in the water, washed off the excess liquid, wiped the water with linen cloth, and looked at the hair that had turned black again, and Su Moyu nodded with satisfaction.

Then, he took out a small plastic box from the backpack, which contained a pair of red beauty contact lenses, and put it in the bag. There are three small black dots in the shape of magatama around the pupil.

That's right, it's the style of the Uchiha clan's"Sharingan" in Naruto!

As for why there is this thing... I can only say that every man will have a period of time when he has a second-year syndrome...

The blood-blooded eyes are so handsome! I want it so much! I wish I could have a Sharingan too!

Thinking of this, it was natural to buy it... I even wore it to show off at school... Now that I think about it... it's definitely a black history.

Although red eyes are also very eye-catching, at least they are easier for strangers to accept than the silver eyes of the warriors, and they will not cause panic.

If possible, Su Moyu actually wanted to change to black, but the conditions were limited. It was good enough to find this thing in the car. Otherwise, he could only consider whether to live with sunglasses every day.

He lifted his eyelids, put the contact lenses on, adjusted the position, and confirmed that it was worn correctly and would not affect his vision. Then he packed up and went back to the camp.

"My benefactor, what happened to your eyes?……"

Seeing Su Moyu coming back, Elena brought a plate of rice porridge over. When she saw the other person's eyes, she was stunned.

"I told you not to call me benefactor, just call me by my name. Ah, eyes? Nothing wrong, probably because I didn't rest well last night, so they are a little congested... Is this for me? Thank you, I'm a little hungry."

He laughed, took the plate, sat on a stone beside him, and drank slowly.

Seeing this, Elena did not ask any more questions and went back to take care of her daughter.

After breakfast, under the leadership of Su Moyu, everyone collected all the useful things in the camp on the carriage. As for the bodies of the bandits, Su Moyu dealt with them personally. They took off all the weapons and equipment, took out their respective purses, threw the bodies into the bonfire, and added firewood to make the fire burn more vigorously.

In the woods on the other side, the bandits left more than 30 strong war horses. There should have been more than this number, because Su Moyu saw that some tree trunks were tied with parts of the reins cut off by sharp blades.

It seems that there are still many fish that have slipped through the net.

Su Moyu suddenly remembered the figure who was shot by an arrow by him in the bushes at the end of the battle last night. The rest of the horses were probably taken away by him and his companions.

Su Moyu But they can't ride horses, and none of the women can ride one either. Only adults can drive a horse-drawn carriage, because horse-drawn carriage is the only way to transport goods in the village, and it is also one of the essential survival skills that every villager must learn on this island continent.

They can't be left here to fend for themselves. After all, horses are quite valuable goods, not to mention that the horses chosen as mounts by this group of bandits are all strong, of good breed, and have plenty of leg strength.

In the end, it was decided to connect them in series with reins, and tie them to the back of several carriages in batches, letting them follow the carriages slowly. As for the women, they could only temporarily let them stay in the prison carriages. The remaining three carriages were full of goods and there was no empty space.

Su Moyu sat in the front carriage to show the way. The person driving the carriage was Elena. Her daughter sat between the two of them, chatting casually.

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After five days of camping in the open, they finally saw the outline of the village. Of course, this was also related to the team's slow pace.

After five days of living together day and night, Su Moyu gradually became familiar with the women, especially Elena and Illya. They got along very well. To outsiders, they were like a family.

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Old Pico was busy in the blacksmith shop as usual, and everything seemed to be the same as before Su Moyu left.

However, in the place where Pico could get the most handy, there was a hideous-looking long-handled hammer, which could be used to smash a person's head at any time.

After finishing his work, he wiped the sweat from his face with the towel hanging around his neck, walked to the door of the shop, sat on a small bench, felt the cool breeze of autumn, and squinted his eyes comfortably.

He took the bamboo tube beside him, pulled out the cork, and a strong aroma of wine immediately wafted out. His nose twitched, and an intoxicated smile appeared on his face. Then he took a big sip, and his smile became even wider.

""Pico~~! Pico~!"

A long, drawn-out shout came from far away, interrupting Pico's enjoyment.

He opened his eyes wide with an unhappy look, and as soon as he saw who was coming, his face changed instantly. He immediately plugged the bamboo tube and put his hands behind his back.

"Marshall! Why are you howling so early in the morning? Are you crying?"

Marshall ran to him, bent over, out of breath, and tugged at Pico's apron.

"What? Mina is out of stock. I only have a few left. I will never give them to you. Just forget it."

Pico frowned and pushed the bamboo tube hidden behind his back to the corner of the shop.

"No... not... yes... yes……"

"Why are you in such a hurry? Take a deep breath before you speak.

Marshall stood up straight, took a deep breath, and finally spoke fluently.

"You...your apprentice is back, right...at the entrance of the village……"

"Oh! This brat is finally back……"

Pico's frown softened, and just as he was about to smile, he was startled by Marshall's next words.

"He... brought back more than ten women in one go! There were even underage girls!"

"Gah?!"

Pico's expression froze.

"Go and have a look, it's at the entrance of the village!"

Pico stood up immediately with a dark face, without saying anything, turned into the house, picked up the hammer, and ran to the entrance of the village in a hurry.

As for Marshall, seeing that Pico had run far away, he poked his head into the shop and took a look around. He soon found the bamboo tube hidden by Pico, smiled, picked up the bamboo tube, threw a golden bela on the stool, and ran away.

【PS: Bila, the currency of the Great Sword World, looks like a small gold bar. 】