Elves start from being a lord

Chapter 87 Shell Bell, Coincidence?
Seeing Victor's half-smile expression, Uncle Scar regretted it very much at this moment.

How can I be so powerful, I can see through other people's disguise at a glance.

Hey, he must have become angry from embarrassment, and he must have troubled me.

Uncle Scar was very active in his heart, but he continued to pretend to be stupid on the surface.

"I'm sorry sir, the business of the small shop is good, and there are a lot of customers coming in and out every day. My memory is not very good. You..."

Victor just looked at Uncle Scar like this, he was not good enough in terms of pretending to be stupid.

There is no second customer in this empty grocery store.

"Don't be nervous, I happened to pass by and come in to have a look, is there anything good recently?"

Hearing what Victor said, Uncle Scar subconsciously exhaled, but then thought that he should not be nervous.

Oops, I was fooled again.

"There are things and things, less...wait a moment!"

Uncle Scar wanted to change the subject quickly, but he almost talked again.

Wait... Isn't it still exposed to say that there are good things?
Where can he get good things from a grocery store?

Uncle Scar was desperate. He glanced at the smiling Victor, and resignedly took out a dusty box from the bottom of the cabinet.

"Master, this is my last stock, take it if you like it."

Victor laughed: "Stop pretending?"

"Stop pretending, no!"

Uncle Scar was short-tempered, put on a tiger face and said directly, and then opened the box.

Victor stopped teasing and put his gaze into the box.

On the red velvet cloth, a white shell the size of a fist lay quietly, spotless and white, faintly reflecting white light.

This is no ordinary seashell!

Victor got closer again, and said with some uncertainty, "Is this... the Shell Bell?"

Uncle Scar originally wanted to show off, but seeing Victor recognized him, he could only give a thumbs up.

"Young master is very knowledgeable, this is a treasure that I managed to get from other regions.

Now that the young master knows it, I believe he should also know the function of the Bell of the Shell very well! "

Victor nodded, but kept his eyes on the Shell Bell.

Shell Bell, the elf it carries can recover 1/8 of the damage it inflicts on the opponent.

It is also a prop to enhance battery life, but the principle is completely different from the Poison Orb.

Toxic orbs must cooperate with the poison healing feature to have the effect of restoring physical strength, otherwise it is a veritable "venomous"!
But the Shell Bell is completely different. Any elf can carry it, and as long as it causes damage to the opponent, it can use it to restore a certain amount of physical strength.

It sounds more like a "vampire"!
And the more damage you inflict, the more stamina you will recover.

From another point of view, if it is carried by a high-explosive elf, the recovery of the Shell Bell's physical strength does not even have an upper limit!
Absolutely good stuff!

"I want this thing, how much?"

Victor waved his hand and chose to take it without hesitation.

"Uh, this..."

Now, it was Uncle Scar's turn to hesitate. It wasn't that he didn't want to sell it, but he didn't dare to cheat Victor.

"What's the matter, you don't want to make a move?" Seeing him hesitating, Victor immediately asked back, but he had already rolled up his sleeves in his heart and was ready to bargain.

"Master, please don't get excited, this shell bell...it has some flaws."

Uncle Scar still wanted to continue living in Lakeside Town after all, so he could only tell the truth.

Victor's heart skipped a beat, and his good mood suddenly fell back more than half.

"What flaw?"

Uncle Scar slapped the table angrily for a moment, and said angrily, "It's also my fault that I was so surprised when I saw the Shell Bell, and I didn't find out the problem until I bought it.

The recovery effect of this shell bell is very good, even twice as good as that of ordinary shell bells.

But to tell you the truth, it can only be classified as a defective product, because if this thing wants to work, the elves must use it as a medium to attack.

You said, which elf can attack with shells, even if you learn a throwing skill, throwing it won't hurt much..."

Victor could no longer hear Uncle Scar's words, because he had turned his head to look at the three bewildered otters behind him.

Is there really such a coincidence?

Even the nearest Ajie didn't know about his intention to subdue the otter.

But just such a prop, which can be said to be the exclusive prop of the otter family, just appeared in front of Victor.

It just so happened...appeared in front of his eyes.

Victor looked up and stared at Uncle Scar closely.

He couldn't even be sure whether he was playing him or Uncle Scar was playing himself here.

On the opposite side, Uncle Scar's complaints gradually disappeared with Victor's direct gaze.

He pretended to be honest and scratched his head, and slowly put the box back with a look of embarrassment.

"Young Master, do you also feel that this is no longer a question of flaws, but a lie!
Hey, I'll put the things back right now, so it doesn't hinder your eyes. "

"and many more!"

"Master, what's the matter?" Uncle Scar shook his hand and asked cautiously immediately.

Victor bent sideways and hugged the nearest No. [-] otter onto the cabinet.

"Otter, use the shell blade, don't attack people."

"Mei Jiu?"

Although the otter was puzzled, he obediently carried out Victor's order.

I saw that it took off the scratched shell from its belly very smoothly, and then with a light wave of its small hand, a water-blue light blade was cast through the shell instantly.

On the opposite side, Uncle Scar's pupils gradually dilated, and then his face was full of shock, daze, and fright...

The layers are clear, the emotions are full, and there is no flaw in it!
"Uncle, do you think this otter can be used?"

"This... I, I, I..."

Uncle Scar pointed at the otter, then at himself, and finally pushed the box out.

"Try! Try! Try quickly! In this world, there are really elves who use shells as weapons!"

The otter was startled by the box that was suddenly released, and quickly retreated to Victor, waving the shell blade and pointing at Uncle Scar, with a look of wariness on his face.

"Otter, look at the shells in the box and see if it works."

While talking, Victor stroked the water otter's little head to calm its emotions.

"Mei Jiu?"

The otter blinked, then ran to the side of the box, and saw that the inside was as white as clouds, glowing with glistening white light.

"Mei Jiu..."

The otter was stunned. It had seen many beautiful shells, but none of them attracted its attention as much as the one in front of it.

The shell bell seemed to have a spell on the otter, making it pick it up subconsciously.

Huh!
The water-blue light flashed again, and a shell blade nearly two inches longer than before appeared in the water otter's hand!

(End of this chapter)