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

Not far away, Su Moyu heard a familiar sound of iron forging, which made Su Moyu, who had not forged weapons for a long time, suddenly feel itchy.

Lucy Ella led him to a corner of the street, and what came into view was a foundry that looked quite large.

Through the open door, it was clear that many craftsmen were busy at the forging furnace.

"Lady Lucyela, you are here!"

"The Lord is here!"

After seeing Lucy Ella coming, the blacksmiths stopped their work and greeted her.

A middle-aged man who looked like a foreman wiped the sweat off his forehead with a towel, walked out of the crowd and came to Lucy Ella, smiling and respectfully asking,

"My Lord, welcome, welcome. What brings you here?"

"Well, I'm going to make some custom weapons for my new c...ah, my subordinates. Who among you has the best craftsmanship?"

……The word you just wanted to say is definitely pet!

Su Moyu's eyes twitched, looking at the collar around his neck, he really wanted to tear it off.

But he didn't dare.

Because he couldn't beat it.

When I read the original book before, why didn't I realize that Lucy Ella would have such a bad taste?

""Subordinates?"

The middle-aged man glanced at Su Moyu, his eyes lingering on his golden hair and silver eyes for a moment, and then he noticed the extremely luxurious metal collar on his neck and the chain held in Lucy Ella's hand. He immediately showed a look of sudden enlightenment, and his smile became even brighter, even with a hint of lustful expression that all men understand.

Although he didn't know what this blacksmith brother had in mind, Su Moyu was sure that it was definitely not a serious picture.

"The best weapon forger here is of course Uncle Richard, but Lord, if you need exquisite daily necessities, Miller is better at it."

The middle-aged uncle recommended to Lucy Ella.

"Daily necessities?"

Luciela's curiosity was instantly piqued, and Su Moyu suddenly had a bad feeling.

"For example,……"

The middle-aged uncle's eyes swept across the collar on Su Moyu's neck.

"Oh!"

Lucy Ella also understood what he meant, raised the chain in her hand and asked excitedly

"You mean you can make something like this? I found this in the castle. Maybe it belonged to the original owner. But there are too few of them. It's not enough."

"Of course! However, there is more than just this one. Miller can do a lot more, such as whips that will cause pain but will not damage the skin, candles with a low burning point that will melt as soon as they are baked, and will not burn the flesh while maintaining temperature, shackles that can bind the limbs and mouth and close quickly with a press, and……"

Seeing that Lucy Ella's eyes were getting brighter and brighter, Su Moyu quickly stepped in front of the middle-aged man and interrupted his increasingly unreliable speech.

"Ahem, Miss Lucy Ella, let's get down to business first."

"Oh, yes, we are here to order weapons. Where is Uncle Richard now?"

Lucie Ella came back to her senses.

"Huh? Oh, Uncle Richard is in the foundry, discussing his experience with another blacksmith who has just arrived.

The middle-aged man pointed to a room deep in the factory.

"You can see him if you go directly over there."

Then he bowed and stepped aside.

""Okay, let's go."

Lucy Ella then led Su Moyu and walked straight to the room.

Su Moyu, who looked relieved, breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and glared at the middle-aged man who was disrespectful to his elders.

If he continued to talk, it would be hard to say what would happen. If

Lucy Ella really got those"toys", who would she use them on? When Su Moyu thought of some restricted scenes that might happen, he shuddered.

Fortunately... Fortunately...

But he was too early to be thankful.

"Oh, that's right."

Lucy Ella, who hadn't walked a few steps far, suddenly turned around and said to the middle-aged man

"I am very interested in what you just said. I will come to have a good chat with you after I finish my work."

"Okay, Lady Lucy Ella, we are waiting for you anytime."

The middle-aged man responded with an inexplicable smile on his face.

Su Moyu thought:"……MMP……"

But this was not the only thing that bothered him.

When he saw the familiar figure in the foundry, he blurted out a classic Chinese curse.

"What the hell?!"

Master Pico??!!

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Denise, who was clearing out demons in a village under her jurisdiction, always felt a little uneasy, and even the usual smile on her face seemed a little forced.

After casually killing two demons hiding among the villagers, she was in no mood to play the"intimidation" game with them. She put away her sword in boredom and turned to walk out of the village.

"Well, the agreed reward……"

The village chief reluctantly walked out from the villagers, holding a bag full of gold bira in his hand, looking at Denise's back, and said carefully

"A guy in black will come to collect the money, just give it to him.……"

Denise didn't even turn her head and finished the sentence

"Black clothes? Is that the only feature? What if it's given to the wrong person... Oh?! Where is the person? ? ?"

The village chief just thought about it for a moment, and when he looked up again, he could no longer see Denise.

Beside a stream deep in the forest, Denise, who had taken off her equipment, lay on a flat bluestone slab, squinting her eyes and enjoying the warmth of the sun. Her two bare feet were stretched into the cold stream, splashing the water from time to time.

The stimulation brought by the alternation of cold and hot also slowly restored Denise's empty heart to peace.

I don't know where this unexplained feeling of uneasiness came from.

I raised my left hand to cover my eyes and put my right hand on my abdomen.

There was the place where Su Moyu had sutured the wound himself.

At that time, facing herself with her shirt off and all the suture marks exposed for the first time, Denise did not see even a little disgust and fear in Su Moyu's eyes.

What she had was only heartache and pity.

‘He really doesn't care at all.

Thinking that the other person's body already has his own flesh and blood, and that they are truly connected by blood, Denise's mouth couldn't help but slightly rise.

""What a bunch of damn bastards! What ignorant fools!"

Suddenly, the voice of an acquaintance cursed angrily and reached Denise's ears.