Outlander's Journey

Chapter 14: Those Divine Weapon That Disappeared

Heather didn’t know that he had already aroused the fighting spirit of the two protagonists.

The weather was good on Sunday morning. He avoided the fans blocking the door and slipped to the No. 4 Commercial Street near the Sky Arena to hang out.

Heather has an unknown hobby, that is, he likes to go to the market.

It is not a large shopping mall that sells luxury brand clothing and shoes, but a market that sells all kinds of gadgets and street food that can reflect the characteristics of local folk customs. Well, going to the morning market in front of the house is also a great fun.

Commercial Street No. 4 is located four kilometers south of the Sky Arena, close to civilian residential areas and the port, and is very lively.

Heather is wearing a gray hooded tracksuit and jeans, with slightly curled black hair tied behind his head and pinned by a black hairpin, and his bangs reveal the black-framed glasses below. He stopped and went, squatting down from time to time to look at the small commodities on the stall.

There are basically no large-scale precious objects or antiques, let alone swords and guns. Most of them are fakes that fool outsiders, but Heather is very happy to go shopping, which is a good consultation for him. Experience.

After all, there are everyone in the market. As long as you don’t care about the truth or not, just listen to people around you to get a lot of information.

“Oh, brother, just take a look? If you have a fancy, tell your uncle. Uncle dare to pat his chest to make sure that the stuff on the stall is real.”

Heather stopped again in front of a carpet. The stall owner was a brawny man who hurriedly yelled when he saw a fat sheep came to the door.

Heather picked up a quirky Short Sword and looked at it: “Bian’s knife? Really, uncle?”

Bian Ni Duolong was a murderous madman more than a hundred years ago, and Bian’s knife is his own brand. As a knifemaker, Bian Ni Duolong casts a knife and engraves it with a number every time he kills a person. He has cast a total of 288 Bian’s knives in his lifetime.

The numbered knives are sold in the shop like his other swords. Later in prison, he once said: [It was the sorrow and expression of the victim that gave me inspiration. Since then, his works have been collected by people with unique preferences. Although Bian’s knife was produced by suicide madmen and it is difficult to get a positive evaluation, it is still collected by many enthusiastic collectors and has become an unknown brand. Even if the price is determined by the serial number, at least five million ring ni cans be sold.

But Heather has already concluded that the dagger is a fake.

Because he didn’t see the remaining Nian Qi on the knife after using “Ning”, many famous products like this will entangle the remaining Nian Qi of the producer, and it will last for a hundred years. He learned this trick from Xiaogang Qiya in the comics.

“Of course it’s true, uncle, can I lie to you as a young boy?” The bearded stall owner gave a bold smile: “Look at your pretty boy, this Bian’s knife is numbered next. It’s cheap for 3 million ringgits. is you!”

Dry! I wear [Superman’s contact lens] Can you still see my pretty boy? Heather flipped the Byakugan, put the knife down and picked up an old book. The cover of the book was a bit old and faded, and a line of words-“Those Disappearing Weapon Weapon” was printed in bright red font on a pure gray background.

Heather picked up the old book and shook, and a large amount of dust fell: “You dare to say that this book is also an antique, I will call the police uncle to come over!”

Hey, another nasty missed visitor. The bearded stall owner sat back on the small bench with staring fisheyes and picked up the newspaper again, and said without raising his head: “Three thousand nuns, no price.”

That broken book was popular for a while more than ten years ago, but now it has stopped publishing, and even the author has disappeared from the world. All sold on the market are old books, but at the beginning, the sales volume was so large that almost interested people had one copy, and the value could not be lifted. If you buy it through serious channels, you can get it for about two thousand jinni.

It happened that Heather had recently finished reading the novel he had brought. He who had always liked to read Guai Tan Ye Shi was very interested in this book, and he was too lazy to bargain early and simply pay for it. It was so neat that the bearded stall owner regretted why he didn’t call thousands of nuns.

Both of them were so uneasy in their hearts that when they left, Heather and the bearded vendor stretched out their left hands to bid farewell to each other in an international friendly gesture, which caused passers-by to turn their heads frequently.

After that, Heather went to other stalls again, but unfortunately there was nothing to behold. It was almost noon, he simply bought some snacks in the market and packed them with Revolving Heaven empty arena.

After returning to the room, he threw the book on the table, and then laid out the packed snacks. Heather nodded with his hips. This is called visiting the market!

The Sky Arena is located in the Yosk District, adjacent to the Republic of Batokia, and has a pleasant climate. The street food style here is very different from that of the Flash City.

Five pieces of fried rice balls, mixed with rice and meat sauce and then wrapped in a batter, fried until golden snacks, usually with some fillings in the middle. The pieces of fried rice balls bought by Heather are famous for their mellow flavor. Yosk cheese, Gottori bacon minced and sweet fish skin.

A Bartokia donut, a special delicacy of the neighboring Bartokia Republic. The donut is made of flour and mashed potatoes mixed with cream, and the outside is covered with icing sugar.

A small box of ink ball olives (about 10), soaked in salt water and seasoned with cumin and cacao grass, a refreshing snack that is especially greasy.

Five skewers of Gutori kebabs are made with spicy meat pieces containing sage leaves and small cheese sausage wrapped in thin smoked bacon, and then seasoned with local specialty peppers. It is a favorite of meat eaters.

Two dry roasted sausages, each 15 cm long, are mixed with minced pork, chopped onion, seagull herbs, salt, and pepper, and baked on a grill coated with bacon with charcoal. The finished product should be sandwiched in the plane. To enjoy it among the opened long bread, Heather chose a non-classical way of eating it-drizzle with mustard and tomato sauce and eat it directly.

Finally, there is a large box of Momo gummies. Heather bought a mix of fruit flavours. Each of the beautiful and bright colored gummies is covered with shredded coconut, which is sweet but not greasy. It is a good snack.

After eating and drinking, Heather threw a Momo jelly into his mouth, sat on the sofa and flipped through the “Those Disappearing Weapon Weapon”.

“Um… Lychee flavor? It’s okay.”

This book is not very thick. It has 122 pages in total. It describes in detail the magical weapons that have disappeared in the long river of history and turned into legends. Some even have pictures. There are many legends and myths that seem to be very interesting, and Heather watched them with gusto, such as–

【Sting Bees】——The gods worshipped by the Crowdiva clan about 1500 years ago. This is the artifact given by the 【Venomous Bee Goddess·Nera】, taken from the bee needles of Nera’s pet giant god bee .

Legend has it that just be hit by this bee needle. A total of 17 kinds of toxins will be infected even if they just scratch the skin. The types of toxins are different each time, including the deadly poison that can see the blood seal the throat and the super paralytic toxin that can instantly paralyze the elephant with just a little bit.

But as the Crowdiva clan was annihilated in the tribal war, the enshrined dagger was also missing. Nowadays, many folklorists and historians believe that the [sting bee] is just a fake thing fabricated by the Crowdiva clan in order to frighten hostile tribes. The entity is a bone that has been smeared with strange poison and deliberately carved into a bee needle shape. dagger.

[Cold River Gentian]-2000 years ago, the supreme artifact of the Gualoth Empire, the cross-spear held by the [Winter King Tyon] in the myth of Balot. The gun is 3 meters long, and the whole body is made of green gold that is unique to Fairy Town. The whole cross gun exudes fierce cold every moment. It is said that as long as it is swung, it can cause snow disaster and cold winter. It has been enshrined in the royal capital for many years. The top of the winter cold tower.

The emperors of the ancient Gubalot empire will go to the Winter Winter Pagoda to worship this Shinsō on the day of their enthronement, and use this to obtain the power of ice from the Lord of Winter.

The Gubalot Empire lasted for 470 years and eventually fell apart due to civil strife. According to the unearthed text, on the day of the destruction of the empire, the Winter Cold Tower was struck by lightning that appeared on a sunny day, the tower was damaged, and [Cold River Gentiana] also disappeared. That day, Balot XIV was assassinated, the royal family was besieged and annihilated by rebels, and the largest empire in the world collapsed.

Heather turned the page again, always feeling that the magic weapons recorded in the book were a bit weird.

It’s a bit like… [Lianqi]?