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hiss……

Carefully place the high-temperature, shining bright yellow steel in a square container filled with low-temperature ice water, and there will be a sound of vaporization and a large amount of white smoke immediately.

The basement is not a closed space, and the upper part of the basement is covered with a large number of small holes, which quickly discharge a large cloud of white smoke.

Jieshi didn't wear gloves on both hands. On the one hand, he decided that he didn't need them, and on the other hand, he was honoring his promise to make the best weapon in the world.

In order to achieve this goal, the vibration and feel of each tap and the appropriate temperature all need to be directly touched by the skin. If refining with this as the starting point, it is likely that the fingers will be burned due to excessive heat. In order to avoid this risk It can only prolong the production time and adopt the secondary forging method in which the sword body and the hilt are made separately.

First, the sword body is forged and then cooled down, and then the hilt is replaced by forging, and the temperature is lowered again, and this moment is the second time to cool down, and the material that was originally just steel is made into a prototype of the long sword.

The last thing needed is to slowly sharpen his sword peak, and this step can be done even if he is not here.

The "forging furnace" here is the first few equipment in the kingdom of swords, and the remaining grinding part does not need a forging furnace. Based on the risk of being discovered the longer you stay here, Jieshi plans to cool down the temperature. Get out of here with this long sword.

"Number six, how long has it been?"

"Exactly as your lord said before, today is the second day! Your lord is really amazing. It is impossible to make a long sword so quickly according to the skills of organizing those craftsmen."

"This long sword has already been planned and manufactured by others long ago. I just went through the planning procedures... but I am not satisfied with it. Besides strength, 'memory' is also a burden."

Looking at the bright yellow steel that was placed in the ice water and gradually receding its bright yellow brilliance, Jieshi shook his head gently, wiping the sweat off his forehead, his eyelids narrowed and trembled due to two days of continuous work and the tightness of not closing his eyes.

"If you are very tired, why don't you just sleep here? Or can we sneak into the room and lie on the bed? I can protect you at any time!"

"My state is not suitable for venturing into the room, and I don't need to sleep. In addition, it has been two days, and the risk of being discovered here is very high."

"Yes! Then, my lord, what should we do next?"

"Half an hour, wait until the sword cools down a bit, and you must leave immediately when it is convenient to take it."

"Does your lord have free time now? That's great!"

Looking at No. [-]'s happy and jumping expression, Jiexi quietly maintained the posture of sitting on the chair, readjusted his breath and spirit, digested and covered up the fatigue just now, and focused on the long sword soaked in the ice water in front of him.

"What do you want to do?"

"Master Jieshi, in fact, during the two days of being on guard, I suddenly thought of a question, what is the memory and personality you often talk about?"

It's an expected question, but it's just a troublesome question that needs a long story-it's really unnecessary to explain too much detail to a child.

With this conclusion, Jieshi said coldly and briefly.

"It is the environment, consciousness, attitude and memory received from the consciousness. All of these are experiences. For example, all the feelings you have from birth to the present on the [-]th are experiences."

"Hmm, so what is your experience as an adult? Is it the memory of the Demon Sword?"

"That's right, it's just more than that... You should be very clear about the Sitno family, right?"

"Yes! You mean sister, right? She is a descendant of that tribe."

"The power to improve the power and change the color of the eyes is not the original power of the tribe, but the "power" that was captured by destroying other tribes a long time ago, but it later became the power of the Sitno family."

"It is only natural for the weak to be devoured. Since they are exterminated, it only means that they are too weak."

"yes."

"Well, I wish I was a Citerno too, so that I could be of help to my lord with this power."

"Strength and tenacity only represent the lack and weakness in other places, and I... I am also just a weak person, waiting for someone stronger in the future to destroy me."

The words were deliberately lowered and soft, as if they were not for Number Six, but for himself to listen to.

tread.

The only passage was suddenly opened, and at the top of the basement stood a man dressed in the costume of the Empiri family maid, holding a broom and a small garbage bag in his hand.

When he saw the two figures under the stairs in the basement, his face turned livid. He narrowed his eyes and let go of the tools in his hand. He reached out and fumbled for two portable daggers from the white apron, and jumped down.

"The next day, the time really came."

"My lord, please wait, I will kill her immediately!"

Just as No. [-] was ready to rush forward, Jiexi reached out his hand to stop No. [-] and stood up from the chair, his clumsy eyes full of oppression were pressed directly on the opponent's body.

Regarding the situation where Jieshi and No. [-] appeared here, they did not ask people to leave as the owner of the house, but kept silent and raised their daggers—directly entering the fighting posture of killing the intruder.

"Momoko, this morning is as dazzling as usual."

Jieshi suddenly retracted his oppressive eyes, and squeezed a smile out of his face, saying so in a deliberately high-pitched and light falsetto.

"what?"

The maid who was called Taozi suddenly felt her eyes widen in disbelief, and she exclaimed in astonishment, completely forgetting the basic movements and principles of the Empiri family troops—that was what Taozi heard every day before, and she was very familiar with it greeting words.

"Although the appearance and voice are different, the aura exuded by experience cannot be easily eliminated, especially for the Empiri troops with very sensitive facial features."

"You, you are Miss Kano? No, absolutely impossible."

Seeing Tao Zi's shaken appearance, Jieshi put away his smile and walked directly in front of Tao Zi, and stood at the position where the forging furnace emitted a faint light.

"You? Jieshi? No, it's impossible, you should have died long ago! Who are you?"

"Human beings are indeed creatures of appearance. This false mask can easily cause misunderstandings by others."

Ignoring Jieshi's nonsense, Taozi raised her dagger, tried to regain her composure from her beating heart, followed her past combat training, and looked at Jieshi coldly and sharply.

"Intruders, trespassers must die."

He seemed to have found his composure and issued a warning, but his hands and feet did not continue to move forward. The cold sweat that slid down his forehead and the distorted expression caused by hesitation all proved Taozi's inner struggle.

"According to the rules of the Empiri Army, you should not reveal your words or expressions when facing the intruder alone, and keep calm and finish your work. You, Tao Zi, seem to have forgotten these rules."

Hearing this, Taozi finally couldn't restrain the uncertainty in her heart, she swayed from side to side and her eyes widened like copper bells.

"Taozi, I don't want to kill you, so please let us go."

"Let you go?"

"That's right, if you don't let us go, I will kill you, and Feng Ao will see a cold corpse when he comes back from the battlefield."

"wrong!"

Taozi immediately let out a loud roar, and stared at Jieshi fiercely from her bloodshot and tearful eyes, the original hesitant and timid expression dissipated, replaced by sadness and anger.

"Miss Kano would never say such a thing, and Mr. Jieshi, even though I only met once, I will never let Miss Fengao feel sad!"

"I'm not those two people... But to me, you are indeed my closest friend and relative."

Speaking of this, Jieshi stretched out his hand to hold his forehead, shook his head vigorously and continued.

"In order to fulfill my ambition, you must be alive and spread my reputation all over the world."

"I won't kill you. According to regulations, you must be captured alive, and spit out all the information you know, Jieshi."

After finishing speaking hoarsely and in a low voice, Taozi lowered her body and swooped up, aiming the short sword held in both hands at Jieshi's hands and feet.

After reaching the optimum distance for swinging, Taozi quickly swings towards the enemy.

Clang.

Just as the tip of the short sword was about to pierce, a completely irresistible force changed the attacking trajectory of the two short swords. Finally, the two short swords collided with each other and made a crisp impact, and the blades appeared curved due to this force. Cracks——With only two fingers, the index finger and the middle finger, Jie Shi pinched the two daggers.

"What? Woo!"

Before Taozi understood what was going on, an irresistible force came from her abdomen, making a dull "bang" sound, and along with this force, she shot upwards and hit the wooden door, knocking the heavy door panel out of a human-shaped hole .

"Number Six, let's go."

"Yes, my lord!"

Jieshi took the development gloves from the iron rack where the tools were placed in the corner.

"Sir, do you want to take it directly? Will you get hurt? Or should we wait until we come here next time?"

"No problem."

Putting on the gloves, he reached out and grabbed the sword handle inside the container.

hiss……

The sound like entering the oil pan burst out with a large number of bubbles in the water tank.

"grown ups!"

"Walk."

Ignoring the worries of No. [-] next to him, Jie Shi clenched his hands as if he lost his sense of pain, and walked towards the door at a steady and unaffected pace.

"Master Jieshi, the glove, the glove has melted... your hand!"

"keep going."

"Yes, it is!"

A face full of tension, fear and worry covered the face of No. [-], but he still took the lead through the door panel to reach the corridor because of orders.

Under the eyelids, Taozi was already lying flat on the carpet, suspected of falling into a coma, and behind Taozi were at least ten guards, holding iron hooks and iron nets to prevent intruders from escaping.

"Hey, what a bunch of interesting guys, do you think you can arrest me smoothly like this?"

Looking eagerly at these guards, No. [-]'s bright red eyes burst into an excited and happy smile again.

"Partners and friends who used to talk heart-to-heart... But now they are just enemies."

Jieshi put his spare left hand lightly on No. [-]'s shoulder, whispered "I'll deal with it" in No. [-]'s ear, stepped in front of No. [-], and moved his eyes to the nearby wall, window and the scene outside the glass .

"You must keep in mind that the person who broke into Empiri's house today and escaped successfully is called Sitno Jesh, a god who came to destroy the whole world."

Holding the usual volume, he spread the words through the entire corridor, while holding up the unfinished weapon that was still flashing bright yellow in his right hand.

Even the body bent down with the movement of the blade, and swung a blow in the direction of the wall.

Phew...boom, boom!

The swaying trajectory turned into a "slash" running in the air, and as the distance moved, it changed from a simple horizontal slash to a spherical hurricane, rolling up windows, concrete walls, carpets, and even people in this hurricane .

"Wow ah ah ah!"

"Ahhh!"

"Ah, help, ah, ah!"

Crack, clack, clack clack.

The wall began to twist and bend, and a huge crack from the inside emerged from the angle between the ground and the wall, and continued to extend outward without stopping, turning the original snow-white wall into pieces of wood and cement blocks spreading around. Splashing quickly, one window after another couldn't stand the resistance and shattered to countless glass spreading around——as the wailing quickly spread along the hurricane track, the corridor was swept by a typhoon, presenting a messy and tragic picture.

After waving and leaving the original position in an instant, Jieshi took No. [-] with his left hand and walked lightly on the grassland on the first floor, ignoring the large amount of dust and sharp debris sprayed out from the corridor, and walked away calmly and quickly.

"My lord is really amazing. In order to avoid being discovered by more swordsmen, it is really amazing to perfectly control the power inside the house!"

Ignoring the worship of No. [-], Jieshi continued to move forward quietly.

The right hand tightly held the hilt of the long sword that had melted the glove.

"Here, what's going on here?"

"The Empiri family was attacked by surprise, it is the enemy, the enemy attacked!"

"Hey, those two people are the suspects who were ordered to be arrested two days ago!"

The three swordsmen standing outside the house wore tattered and crude equipment and held long swords of different lengths and widths. They all looked at the approaching Jieshi with fear on their faces.

When those deep purple eyes stared directly at the three patrolling swordsmen passing by, they released a strong oppression that was hard to breathe, and the three of them fell to the ground with weak legs as if in tacit understanding, opened their mouths wide and looked at the "approaching death".

"Help, help."

The thin wail of one of the swordsmen slowly came out of his mouth, and No. [-] smiled again when he saw this begging look.

"You really are a bunch of cowards, you are obviously a swordsman, can you not tarnish the honor of a swordsman?"

"Walk."

Calmly striding over the three swordsmen, Jieshi quickly walked in the direction of "another place".

"You guys are really lucky, remember, it was Master Jieshi who spared your three lives! Just report to all the monarchs like this!"

After saying these words, Number Six turned around and hurried to Jieshi's side.

"Master Jieshi, am I right? Please praise me a lot."

"Well done, Six."

"hey-hey."

Following No. [-]'s words and complimenting her, the other party immediately appeared shy and shy like a little girl being confessed, and her body began to twitch.

Ignoring No. [-]'s appearance, Jieshi deliberately accelerated his pace and continued to move forward.

"Ah, wait for me, my lord!"

It wasn't until being thrown ten meters away that No. [-] came back to reality from his self-world and realized that his head was being thrown behind him, so he quickly accelerated his pace and approached Jieshi again.

"May I ask where Master Jieshi is going next?"

"An old place, an old place that needs to be completely cut off."

"Okay, if you have any obstacles, please leave it to me!"

Just after finishing speaking, a patrolling swordsman wearing tattered equipment appeared right in front of the road again, looking at Number Six and Jieshi with eyes full of vigilance and doubt.

"You guys stop so I can get a better look."

One of the swordsmen shouted an order, and took out a brown paper that looked like a wanted list from his pocket.

"Hey, you dare to put on an arrogant attitude in front of this lady and your lord, let me give you a sanction!"

I saw No. [-]'s petite body jumping up, stretching out his feet at lightning speed and kicking the opponent's head hard.

"Whoa!"

With a wail before fainting, the whole person fell to the ground holding the paper.

No. [-] took the wanted list in the opponent's hand, and stared at the two portraits with bright red eyes.

"Well, I'm obviously a cute little girl, so I'm not so ugly. I really don't look good at all. The painters in the kingdom of swords must be some idiots."

Inside the paper are two sunken eyes and scars on their cheeks. The eyes are full of vicious viciousness and greed. The painting as the image of two male villains can be said to be standard to a perfect degree, but it is only for the "wanted" paper It's so bad that I can't find the characters in the portrait at all.

"People who are knocked down by us know that we are young people and children, and their dignity will naturally be insulted. For the sake of face, they often deliberately describe us as powerful or despicable."

Jieshi, who continued to move forward, quietly explained to No. [-] that he had no intention of looking at other people's portraits describing his image.

Because in the face of "a past that has long been infamous for thousands of years and has been compiled into legends", this portrait has no motivation to even glance at it.

"Hmm, what a group of adults who don't understand. If this is the case, won't the original wanted target disappear?"

"Sometimes face is more important than anything else, and the truth is that it's ridiculous."