Love and passion, cutting up the wasteland

"Really, that's such a shame..." Luka sighed.

The current weapons of the members of the Skeleton Corps are still sufficient, but as time goes by, the wear and tear of the weapons will become more and more serious.

If there is a craftsman here at this time, even if there is no condition to make new weapons, it would be good to help maintain them.

It’s hard to say what Master Beiyou’s forging skills were, after all, that flat sword was probably at the level of an old modified sword.

And Luka could see that the grinding marks on it were very unique.

If you switch to ordinary craftsmen, they are good at forging skills, but the final work is always a little bit less interesting.

"Maybe it's just a little bit murderous." Luka, as a warrior, summed it up.

The samurai over at Union City would not use the new sword immediately after getting it on the battlefield. Instead, they would keep it close to their body and polish it for a period of time every day. This is called "the art of raising the sword" - it is to cultivate this murderous aura.

It can also be said that the running-in of people and weapons.

However, the flat sword she bought had no such problem, it was obviously also newly made.

Luka even suspected that Master Beiyou had killed many people himself, otherwise he would not be so good at maintaining weapons.

But she asked about it later.

Although others have not heard of the name 'Master Beiyou', they probably know that the craftsman of that shop is an old man. He has never been to a battlefield in his life, and he has never even seen blood a few times.

That can only show that Master Beiyou is superb in his technical realm.

Naturally, Luka didn't know that what others were talking about was the old craftsman who once had a name. She was just feeling sorry for Master Beiyou.

——If he had been better at blacksmithing, he wouldn't be so unknown.

It's a pity that the master is already old, and I'm afraid he won't be able to improve even if he wants to.

I don’t know if I will be able to meet Master Beiyou in his lifetime.

Originally, Luka saw that the business of the unknown shop was not very good, so she thought that it would be good to invite the master to the Skeleton Group, and it would also satisfy her own selfishness.

The female warrior of the Skeleton Corps felt a little melancholy and stood up to leave.

Seeing her walking away, Kavin lowered his voice: 'Master, is that flat sword really that good? ’

‘It’s just so so,’ Lu Meng said casually, ‘Why do you ask that? ’

'Actually...' Kavin came closer, 'I stole it out of the prison tower and found that it was engraved with your master's inscription. ’

After Luka's flat sword was confiscated, it was also given to the Prison Tower as stolen goods to be auctioned.

As a result, Kavin later participated in moving the corpse and took advantage of the chaos to repeat his old tricks.

Lu Meng: ‘Why are you always staring at the prison tower? ’

Isn't that what you, the old man, started?

Kavin didn't dare to say anything: 'How to deal with it? ’

"You got it by your own skill," Lu Meng didn't care, "just put it in the store together and sell it on consignment." ’

Kavin quickly thanked him.

He was still a little nervous at first, fearing that his master would blame him for confessing now.

But it seems that this little thing doesn't bother the master at all.

Calvin felt more and more that his apprentice was right, and he had long forgotten that he was actually semi-'forced' to join the gang.

Lu Meng really didn't take it to heart.

The so-called catch the big and let go the small.

Sometimes, forcibly sternly reprimanding cannot prevent unwanted situations from happening. Instead, it may cause the other party to deliberately conceal the situation out of fear of being punished.

…

the other side.

A man in simple clothes held a wine glass in his hand, but it was filled with clear water.

His hands trembled slightly, as if he were about to crush the cup.

The man's eyes were secretly staring in the direction of the white-haired young man, with a sinister and fanatical look.

Asir left his hometown and went deep into the alien territory alone... All the while, his heart felt like it was being pinched, making him depressed and uneasy.

Until just now, he suddenly heard:

"Praise for Oakland!"

The bar was noisy, but Asir was well-trained, and the words were so familiar that when he heard them, it was like a man who had been dry for a long time drank a mouthful of sweet spring.

He looked in surprise, trying to see clearly this brother who also believed in Auckland.

As a result, Asir felt like he was struck by lightning.

While the white-haired young man was reciting prayers, there was a Shaq sitting next to him!

Oh my god.

Do you want to see what you are doing!

What happened next made Asir feel that his faith had been tarnished.

This human actually chatted with a female warrior from the Shark tribe.

Shaq!

female!

Asir is completely convinced that this white-haired young man still looks human on the outside, but in fact his heart has been corrupted by Narko, and there is a devil living inside.

But all of this was nothing compared to what he heard next:

"...Master Beiyou..."

"Northern Journey".

Asir's body trembled, and he took out a roll of papyrus from his arms in a panic, and secretly unfolded it:

[Race: Sons of the Scorched Earth

Sex: Male

Name: Lu Meng

This person is active in the hub of the God-Forsaken Land, or his whereabouts are unknown. The crimes he has committed include: blasphemy, treason, killing saints, instigating darkness, arson, practicing witchcraft...

Bounty: 50,000 coins]

Others may not think of it, but as a missionary and mediator sent by the Holy Kingdom to various parts of the world, Asir has heard that the "Lu Meng" on this wanted poster was once named "Lu Bei You"!

Add to that the color of his hair and his profane behavior.

Asir has no doubt that this man is the hub demon "Lu Meng" who is wanted by the Holy Lord and deserves divine punishment!

This is fifty thousand Kai coins... No, this is all piety to God.

But even if he knew that Lu Meng was here, Asil had no way to receive the reward.

This place is too far from the Holy Kingdom.

It would take months to simply pass the news back, and the judges would not waste any effort to arrest him.

——The Shaq Kingdom can’t pass this level either.

No wonder the other party is not afraid of revealing his identity.

However, now that he knew that Fifty Thousand Piety was two tables away from him, Asir felt really itchy.

The two emotions, fanaticism and greed, burned together.

He has the important task of persuading the lost sheep to convert to the right faith - this seems to be sacred, but in fact it is nonsense.

Inquisitor: "You go to Stan Desert to preach."

Asir: "Huh?"

This parish is full of Shaks. Unless they are purified by force, there is no possibility of proselytizing.

Accustomed to living in the proud land of Auckland with abundant water and grass, suddenly coming to Stan Desert, Asir felt that his whole body was about to age prematurely.

If Lu Meng could be caught, whether it was withdrawing 50,000 coins or receiving the corresponding achievements, he would no longer have to stay in this miserable place.

Asir drank the water and exited the bar calmly.

He was once a chosen one, and his skills were pretty good, otherwise he would not have been able to survive hiding in the Stan Desert.

However, it is still too fanciful to think that you can deal with a Narco Demon with this ability.

Asir also carried some treasures with him, and occasionally a few silly secret believers sent them to him for worship.

His target was the drifters outside the relay station.

Among the homeless, there are many desperadoes.

For 50,000 coins, it's worth spending some money.

…

"who are they?"

Luka sat back on the straw mat, and a fellow skeleton team member asked.

"Some acquaintances, unrelated to the mission." Luka replied.

She suddenly remembered that in her disappointment, she actually forgot to ask the white-haired young man if he also bought the work created by Master Beiyou.

——It’s good to borrow it for tasting.

"Don't make matters worse," the warriors of the Skeleton Regiment kindly reminded. "We are not sure whether we are the enemy or not. It might be a trap."

"Um."

Luka understood the point and put these chores aside.