Jiang Xue still hasn't fallen

Coming out of the courtyard of the left text, Weitzman seemed to have finally been shattered from his last worries, and his whole body glowed with new vitality. The upper corner of the mouth is full of sincerity.

The faint sunlight fell on his silver hair, shining with the fluttering of the long hair, and the golden eyes were full of tenderness and joy. He looked at the quiet and deserted streets in Honmaru, and slowly stepped forward towards the center. away from the garden.

"You're back?" Yaki Hasebe had been waiting in the courtyard for a long time, kneeling on the veranda, seeing Weizman appearing in front of him, a look of joy flashed across his face, and he quickly suppressed him again. Don't show too much emotion, bend down to say hello in a regular manner.

"Well, Hasebe, thank you for your hard work." Weitzman nodded, glanced at the stacked paperwork in the room behind Hasebe, blinked, and subconsciously pinched the back of his neck, feeling One day I will die on the table first.

As an excellent master, Hasebe would ignore Weitzman's actions. He smiled slightly and followed Weitzman into the room. After Weitzman took his seat, he stretched out his fingers, Press on the back of Weitzman's neck and knead gently to help him relieve the soreness:

"My lord, thank you for your hard work. I will let the candlestick cut them to cook some meals for their bodies."

"Ah, it's all right." After being massaged by Hasebe, Weitzman felt comfortable. Weitzman didn't make any excuses, but simply agreed, and then picked up a document and began to correct it.

——I feel sorry for myself, obviously I am a nerd, why am I already so proficient in the clerical work of correcting paperwork? !

Pressing and cutting Hasebe gave Weitzman a massage for a while, then pulled away and went to the side to sort out the messy paperwork, and glanced at Weitzman's situation from time to time to ensure that he could assist at any time.

This glance didn't matter, but he saw some subtle changes on Weitzman's face, and he was a little surprised. After thinking about it, he said in a more joking tone, "My lord's complexion seems to be getting better." Some."

"Huh? I probably just went to Jiang Xuejun to clarify some doubts." Weitzman stopped writing, fell silent for a moment, and smiled gracefully, "Jiang Xuejun is really an amazing person, just like As you said."

"Yeah..." Yaki Hasebe responded, and continued to do his own work. He has already got the answer, so he doesn't need to explore too much. What did the lord ask Jiang Xuezuo's words? That's not the point , all that needs to be known is that the lord will always accompany this Honmaru and that is enough.

Time is always passing by in a busy way. Weitzman doesn't know how many documents he has approved, but he also knows that there are quite a lot of documents piled up in front of the cutting and cutting department. The movements are really proficient, and even the speed has increased.

He stretched, glanced at the few paperwork left on the table, thought about it, and decided that it would be better to go out and do something.

——Staying in the study all the time has no way out!Otaku also want to see all the scenery! ! !

Pressing and cutting Hasebe piled up the newly corrected documents, turned around and saw Weitzman's relaxed appearance, couldn't help smiling, and suggested: "Is the lord tired? Do you want to go for a walk?" How about rubbing balls in the knife room?"

"Rubbing balls?" Weitzman was taken aback. He hadn't heard of such a thing in this maru for a long time. On the contrary, he had seen the existence of such a knife outfit in the paperwork. He tilted his head and thought for a while, it seems that the recent In the report, the consumption of knife equipment is increasing. If this is the case, it is better to manufacture more knife equipment.

Nodding silently, thinking of increasing the knife equipment and wanting to go out for a walk, he got up and followed the pressing and cutting Hasebe to the knife equipment room.

"Speaking of which, it happens that Jiang Xuejun and Xiaohumaru are going to fight today. I remember that they don't seem to have much sword equipment on them. I can add them to them, so that it is more guaranteed to go to the battlefield."

Hasebe looked through his notebook, found the list of teams that hadn't played yet, and whispered to Weitzman.

The knife storage room is not far from the central courtyard, it is next door, connected to the knife forging room. As soon as Weitzman entered the room, he saw two paper men who were so bored that they had already fallen asleep. Let's take a look at the equipment in the room, it's full of dust, it feels like no one has used it for a long time.

"Ahem..." The paper man woke up with two coughs from Hasebe, who was so frightened that they hurriedly put away the knife and put it on the stove, then turned to Weitzman and added, "Actually... because of the reserve of the knife before. It is very sufficient, so no one has come to this place for a long time, and this place is full of fire, and we are somewhat reluctant to clean it, so most of them are cleaned by the two guards of the knife room."

He tilted his head and thought for a while, and didn't want the other party to blame the two innocent paper men, so he quickly added, "Of course, most of their actions require the master's spiritual power. You don't come often, and their spiritual power There is not enough strength, so I don’t think I have much to do with the sanitation here.”

Originally, he wanted to complain about the hygiene here, but when he heard that it was his own fault, Weitzman quickly turned his head, saying that he would not talk about this kind of problem.

Looking at the huge stove in front of him, he was silent for a moment, then turned to look at the paper figurine, "How do you make balls... Cough, make knife outfits?"

The paper man shook his body, held a piece of iron in his hand, blinked his eyes, and turned his gaze to the press-cut Hasebe:

--what's going on?Don't you know that our paper man can't speak?Isn't this lord a bit stupid?

Pressing and cutting Changgubu hurriedly came to the rescue: "Master, you can choose some resources, put them into the furnace, put your hands on that platform, and input spiritual power."

He pointed to the resources piled up next to the stove, as well as the standing table, indicating that Weitzman could go for a practice session.

"Is that so?" Weitzman muttered, casually took some of the four piles of resources and threw them into the stove, and then put one palm on the platform to input part of his spiritual power.

I saw a flame suddenly rising from the furnace, devouring all the resources in the furnace. The red flame jumped with three different colors of light, and finally quietly fixed into two colors, accompanied by a loud "bang", A small door under the furnace opened by itself, ten balls of different colors rolled out, and the flame in the furnace was automatically extinguished.

"Is this a knife outfit?" Weizman blinked, glanced at the ten green balls, with only a few silver balls left, with a blank face, picked one up casually, and could even feel the warmth in his hands.

"Pfft..." Hasebe couldn't help laughing, but he quickly covered his mouth to cover up, pretending to be serious and said, "Yes, my lord, this is the knife outfit, each of us Fusangshen can bring three knives Equipment, different colors of knife equipment have different strength enhancements."

"Oh, what about the silver one?" Weitzman put the silver knife in Hasebe's pocket, and glanced again, um... there are about 8 green ones and two silver ones.

Is silver so rare?He obviously still doesn't understand the mechanism.

"It's intermediate," Hasebe, who couldn't bear to deceive his master, said bluntly, "The green ones are low-level, and the high-level sword outfits are gold, and there are three colors in total for the sword outfits."

"Is that so?" Weitzman looked at his hands and felt that his luck seemed unlucky. He turned his head and forged the knife suit again, only to see that the knife suit ball rolled out again was still mainly green and gold. There was none, his face changed, and he opened his mouth, not knowing what to say.

"...Master, please believe me, put down the resources in your hands now! Let's go to Wu Jijun to forge the sword equipment!" Press cut Hasebe said righteously, and grabbed Weitzman's hand with one hand. The resources on the Internet made him give up his plan to forge another challenge to his destiny, and he was still poking a knife into the opponent's heart, "It's okay, even if you are African, we still love you."

Feeling that he was ridiculed severely by his loyal dog, but he couldn't say what the other party said was wrong, Weitzman felt very tired.

He casually glanced outside the door, and unexpectedly found a team ready to go out. He saw a familiar blue figure among them, and subconsciously raised his hand to say hello, "Jiang Xuejun, are you going to go out? Why are you here?"

Normally, the battle should start in the central courtyard next door, right?How did you come to the auxiliary courtyard?

"Ah, it's God Judge, let's practice some golden balls." Before Jiang Xuejun could speak, a green figure jumped out from his side and answered first.

"Qingjiang? So that's it, are you planning to practice sword outfits?" Weizman paused, recalling the other party's name, and looked down at the pile of "waste sword outfits" on the ground. The corner of his mouth twitched, "Eh... ...There is no golden knife installed here yet, I am afraid there is no way to give it to you."

"It's okay, it's okay." Smiling Qingjiang waved his hand, he didn't take this issue to heart at all, he pushed Jiang Xue's left text and went straight into the knife room, and patted the other party's shoulder, "With Jiang Xue here, I just happen to forge more Some knives are ready."

He pushed Jiang Xuezuo's text in front of the resource, and said expectantly with a star-eyed look, "The happy paradise surrounded by golden balls depends on you!!!"

"..." Jiang Xue Zuowen looked at the piles of resources in front of him for a while, then glanced at the faces of the people around him, and sighed helplessly, "Is there any combat item you need? I didn't expect it to be made by me. Come out……"

He bent down, casually picked up some resources, threw them into the stove, and pressed his hand on the platform, only to see the flame jumping, reflecting his helpless and sad face, accompanied by loud noises, several golden balls Embellished with a few drops of silver rolled out of the furnace.

With a smile on his face, Qing Jiang's eyes lit up, and he quickly stuffed a bunch of resources into Jiang Xuezuo's arms, "Hurry up, pick up some more resources, and forge some more, it's rare that Jiang Xuejun is willing to come here to forge sword equipment, absolutely not It's almost over!"

So, under the force of the smiling Qingjiang, Jiang Xuezuowen forged the saber outfit several times. Finally, he couldn't take it anymore. He brushed Qingjiang's cheek with the saber, and the tip of the saber pierced into the wall. Only then did the opponent give up. This approach.

Weitzman stared blankly at the gold all over the ground, and finally fully felt the huge dividing line between Africa and Europe, which is the Mediterranean Sea that will never be filled! ! !

He was silent for a moment, tidied up his shattered heart, picked up three golden saber outfits from the ground, and put them in Jiang Xuezuo's arms, "Jiang Xuejun, be careful when you go out into battle."

Jiang Xue Zuowen glanced at the three golden balls in his arms, then at the smiling face of Qing Jiang who was already happily carrying a bunch of golden balls to distribute to other people in the team. Said: "Golden glitter, just like the fluff on Xiao Ye's body..."

Before Weizman could say anything, he skipped two more sentences:

"...Is this a gift before death?"

"alright, I got it."

After speaking, he turned around lightly, and the blue ponytail swept past Weitzman's eyes, leaving only a few blue light spots, with the sentence "Are you going to take them to the border of life and death? I know It's over." As the last words of resignation, he led a group of fusangshen and went directly to the next courtyard.

Weitzman maintained the movement of Erkang's hand, his face was messy:

—Wait, what do you understand?I don't know what you said. I'm just going to battle, not to die. Why do you say I'm so flustered? !

——Help, Sanriyue-jun, is this the Jiang Xuezuo script you said is easier to handle?Why do I think he looks like he's about to commit suicide at any moment! ! !