Bright Era

Following a secret passage behind the wine cabinet, the lame was cautiously silent, bypassing the piles of rum cans and shochu cans, and climbed over two large boxes full of smuggled tobacco and sugar. At the end of the tunnel is a stone wall.

In the dark corridor, only a ray of light shines from the stone wall. The lame man lay on the stone wall, his eyes leaning on the ray of light and looking out——On the other side of the stone wall is a small, comfortably furnished room. The light from a dozen white candles makes the small room bright. A circle of large chairs covered with animal skins surrounds the entire room. Lin Qi is sitting on a large chair, pouring wine with a weird smile that makes people want to punch him in the face.

The lame’s pupils shrunk to the size of a needle, and he recognized the bronze wine bottle in Lin Qi's hand, which was the few bottles of rum left over from a hundred years ago in the entire lame shop. A century of good wine, money can no longer measure its value, it is more of a legend that exists as a lame shop.

"This **** kid, how did he find this baby?" The lame was trembling with anger, but his eyes swept across Lin Qi and saw Enzo standing not far from Lin Qi like a sharp sword, lame He couldn't help but grinned and shook his head helplessly.

Reaching out and pressing on the stone wall, the stone wall on one side was cut silently, and the lame man walked out with a bright smile.

"Hey, hey, what good things did my cutest kid bring to me?" The lame rubbed his hands vigorously. He deliberately didn't look at Lin Qi who was sitting there drinking, his greedy eyes were only under Enzo's armpit. The cloth rolls spinning around. He knows that Lin Qi's personality does not have enough benefits. Don't think about him coming to the lame shop. This is a young man who is smarter than any old guy on the road!

‘The promising kid, his father really has an amazing child’, the **** sighed in his heart.

Seeing the lame come in, Lin Qi shook the wine bottle vigorously, and shook the last bit of remaining bite into his mouth. Breathing out the breath of alcohol comfortably, Lin Qi dropped the bottle on the ground casually, making a loud noise that made the lame heartache. After a contented hiccup, Lin Qi smiled and clapped his hands and shouted: "Dear lame uncle, every time I see you, I seem to see a lot of golden cries and silver cries, you will Give me a satisfactory price, right?"

The lame man stared at the bronze wine bottle rolling on the ground, and slowly took out a gold coin and a silver coin from his belt.

The gold coin used by the Seventh Reich today has the face of Saint Louis XIII on the front, and a rooster with an agitated spirit on the back. All the people who were in contact with the Taoism called the gold coins ‘oh oh call’. As for the latest silver coin minted by the empire, on the back is a skylark flying high, so it also has the alias of ‘chap’.

In a disapproving posture, he threw the gold and silver coins to the only small square table in the house. The lame man raised his head and laughed: "The lame man has a lot of cute **** and larks here, as long as my dear child The price is not a problem if I can show what I am interested in."

Lin Qi hiccuped, Enzo silently stepped forward and placed the cloth under his arm heavily on the square table. The lame unwrapped the cloth roll quickly, and inside were six thorn swords coated with anti-rust oil. The hilt of the sword can be held in just one palm. The body of the sword is four feet long, and the body of the slender sword has a uniform cloud and water pattern. It is obviously of excellent steel quality. The tip of the sword was shining with a dazzling blue color, and the sharp cold air rushed to make people afraid to face it.

"Yo, yo, what a good baby!" The lame's eyes lit up, and he rushed to the square table quickly, his fingers flicked over the six thorn swords, like a sentimental prodigal son touching the carcass of a peerless beauty. His fingertips quivered slightly, carefully tracing every cloud and water pattern on the sword. The steel is dense and tough, and it is indeed a good sword.

He grabbed a stabbing sword, the lame hand shook, and the candlelight in the room went dark. There was a sizzling sound like a poisonous snake eating people, and a few cold lights that could not be distinguished by the naked eye ripped the air apart and pierced an erected armor in the corner of the room.

This armor is mainly made of thick cowhide, with palm-sized steel plates inlaid on key parts. Under the lame sword's power, the cowhide was torn apart like a piece of paper, and the steel plate that was as thick as a finger under his armpit also groaned sharply and was pierced by the tip of the sword.

The candle light flashed again, and the lame man retracted the stabbing sword and placed it in front of him for a closer look. There were only a few friction marks on the sword that were thinner than the hair, and the blade was basically undamaged. He couldn't help but exclaimed. This armor set in the corner of the room was a standard armor he bought from the heavy warehouse of the regular army of the empire for a large price. It was an elegant armor that can only be worn by intermediate generals.

In front of this piercing sword, the armor that this mid-level general could wear was vulnerable to a single blow, showing the extent of the piercing power of this piercing sword.

Seeing the result of the cripple's sword test, Lin Qi burst into laughter. He rubbed his hands with excitement, and there were countless gold and silver coins flying in front of him. He smiled to Enzo: "I'll just say it, I'll just say it, this time the goods will definitely satisfy the lame uncle, isn't it, the lame uncle? It was so easy for us to get it out of the military academy's warehouse. of!"

The lame snorted coldly, and he carefully placed the stabbing sword on the table, squinting at the six stabbing swords in silence.

Lin Qi raised his eyebrows, and simultaneously retracted both hands into his sleeves. Enzo silently placed his hand on his waist, where there was a hidden bag with a long sword exactly the same as the stabbing sword on the table. Enzo judged the distance between himself and the lame. With a single sword, he was 90% sure to pierce the lame's throat.

The candlelight in the room trembled slightly. Some objects moved in the room, and the swaying wind disturbed the candlelight.

The hair on the back of the lame's neck suddenly stood up, like a frog being stared at by a poisonous snake. Goose bumps appeared all over his body.

After pondering for a while, the lame man sneered and shook his head: "There will be such a sophisticated weapon in the military academy's warehouse? Hell, it can pierce a palm-thick, homogeneous steel plate. This kind of stabbing sword is a good treasure, too much for a big price. People are waiting for them. But I want to hear the truth, where did you get it from?"

Enzo held the hilt firmly in his hand, his strict and sharp eyes locked the lame throat tightly.

Lin Qi raised Erlang's legs nonchalantly, and he laughed and said: "Their origin is important? Anyway, they won't stay in your hands!"

The lame frowned, he thought for a while, and suddenly laughed and shook his head.

Pretending to be generous, he took out a greasy purse from his arms, the lame grabbed a handful of gold coins from it and threw it on the square table.

Lin Qi's eyes suddenly turned golden yellow, and he leaped forward cheering.

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