Battlefield Gejian

Inside the butler's room.

As soon as Les walked to the door, a voice from inside rang out, "It's Master Les and Master Zhan Ge, please come in."

The maid by the door opened the door, and the butler was already in formal attire to welcome us inside.

"Not lying down?" Les only said three words.

"As your deacon, how can you be so disrespectful in front of your master and guests." The butler looked normal, breathed evenly, and smiled kindly.

"Let's go." Les turned around and left neatly, but stopped when he was approaching the door, "Don't say unnecessary words."

Zhan Ge watched the butler keep watching Les's back leave until the door was closed.He hung his head and sighed.The butler looked at Les with some emotion in his eyes. Zhan Ge didn't want to explore this kind of thing.

The housekeeper noticed his lack of focus, turned around and said with a smile to Zhan Ge: "I'm sorry. Thank you very much for helping me this morning, so that I, an old man, can live longer."

"No, this is what I should do, it's just a little effort."

"I... have something for you." The butler turned around and went to the back room, and there was the beeping sound of the combination lock being unlocked from inside.The butler came out with a long wooden box in his arms.Visually estimated to be about 130 cm long.Zhan Ge saw the pattern of an oriental dragon engraved on the outside of the wooden box. The dragon soaring through the clouds was so lifelike that it was carved very finely, even the dragon scales were finely carved.There is no need to open it, Zhan Ge knows what is inside, and there is no need to guess how much it is worth, it must be a sky-high price!

Mr. Butler carefully put things on the table.Caress carefully the Panlong engraved on the box with your hands.The eyes are deep and soft.

"My lover and I are both soldiers. He likes to collect weapons, even if he doesn't know how to use them. This knife was originally a birthday present for my lover. At that time, there were constant wars between the Confederate Army and the Imperial Army. He was sent to the front line to command operations. I was assigned to be on standby in the capital. My heart was always anxious, but it was like a testament to my uneasy heart. What I was waiting for was not the news of his triumphant return, but his death in battle. Bad news on the battlefield. This knife has been with me for many years. Since my lover died, I retired and came to Homar's house. This is a good knife. It should not be sealed in a hidden compartment. I can't use it anymore , give it to you young man."

Mr. Butler is a soldier, he can more or less guess it.When we met for the first time, I saw that he acted meticulously, and although he spoke gently, he carried an irresistible majesty.When Zhan Ge was carrying out first aid measures in the morning, he saw a thin layer of calluses on the tiger's mouth, palm and index finger of the housekeeper's right hand, which was caused by holding the gun for a long time.There is also a shallow callus on the palm of the right finger, which is more obvious near the tiger's mouth. It can be inferred that it was caused by holding the knife for a long time.There are faint scars of different shades on the thumb of the left hand and the tiger's mouth. It was left by the knife maker who accidentally cut the left thumb or the tiger's mouth when retracting the knife into the scabbard.The Allies have very strict control over weapons, and the only people who can use these two things frequently are soldiers.

"Mr. Butler, I can't accept this." Seeing how the butler cherished it so much, Zhan Ge knew that this thing must be of great significance.

The butler sighed and opened the box.An ancient Taidao lay quietly in the box.Although the box is gorgeous, the scabbard is very simple.The housekeeper stroked the blade carefully, held it in his hand, and slowly pulled out the blade.The moment the knife came out of the sheath, a cold light suddenly appeared.Zhan Ge felt that the surrounding light seemed to be absorbed by the blade, and there was only the cold light reflected by the blade in his eyes.The light shines directly into his eyes, but it seems that there is a hand touching the desire in his heart. It is a pure impulse - to conquer.

"The name of this knife is Hongxue. Hongxue is not used to describe the blade, but to describe the enemy's blood, which is like flying all over the sky like snowflakes. This knife is forged and casted with precision, killing the enemy and killing the fruit, and it is extremely sharp." The steward said. His fingers stroked along the spine of the knife all the way to the tip of the knife. The sharp edge cut through the butler's finger, but there was no trace of blood on it.

The knife was retracted into the scabbard.The butler laid it horizontally and offered it with both hands.

"No, I..." Zhan Ge wanted to say no.

The butler didn't say anything else, just maintained this posture, standing still, with a tendency to stand until you accept it if you don't accept it.The determination in his eyes was evident.

Zhan Ge stretched out his right hand, and when he was about to touch it, he could almost feel the humming and tremor of the blade inside the scabbard.Holding the blade, the blade actually felt like a life-like pulsation, frantic, and throbbing tremor from the palm of his hand.Zhan Ge quietly felt this wonderful experience...

"It suits you very well, it looks simple, and it will definitely defeat the enemy when you get out of the sheath." The butler said with a smile. "Take the knife, I'll keep the box, just think about it." His fingers lightly slid across the right side of the box.Zhan Ge's eyes followed involuntarily. There was a row of foreign characters engraved there, which he couldn't understand, but he understood a name in it, "William Homar".Zhan Ge immediately looked back, not because he wanted to look, but because his eyesight was too good.Ruth Homer, William Homer, could it be...