The Hidden Knight of Mystra Chapter 84: Twenty-Six Swords

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In the evening.

The usually deserted Water Ghost Forest welcomed a fully armed troop.

They were wearing jet-black standard armor.

Holding a spear and a shield

There is a sword hanging around his waist.

They all look very energetic!

They are the guards of Alan, Lord of Dawn Town.

These guys are real fighters.

At Paramount Estate.

The patrol team is only responsible for daily duty.

The task of fighting against the surrounding monsters was completed by Alan and the members of the guard team.

This unit has been through real sword and fire.

So it is different in temperament.

The leader of the team today is Freya.

Although she had prepared herself mentally, the young and beautiful captain of the guards was still surprised when she saw the long-dead behemoth under Roger's guidance:

"This... is too big."

Even the well-trained guards couldn't help but whisper among themselves.

The corpse of the Thunder Dragon is really shocking.

The size of the giant creature is there, and even if it is just a corpse, it has a strong deterrent effect.

Freya walked around the Thunder Dragon, raised the heavy sword in her hand, and slashed at the scales of the dragon beast!

Swish!

Fire splashed.

There was a small gap on the heavy sword, but there was no trace of the thunder dragon's scales.

"If this kind of monster invades the manor..."

Her face looked a little ugly.

I'm afraid that only the heavy crossbow carts stolen from the gray dwarves can have a chance to cause some trouble to it.

The guards also started to stir.

Roger could feel strange eyes falling on him, and couldn't help but explain:

"I didn't kill him."

"It's the Necromancer."

He pointed to the two bodies nearby and said:

"They were the ones who killed the Thunder Dragon."

Freya still looked at Roger with respect.

She lowered her head slightly:

"But they died in your hands."

"You don't have to explain too much. I understand the need for humility, but this does not conflict with the fact that you have once again saved the manor."

"I can't express my gratitude to you in words!"

The eyes of the others were also full of respect.

Roger coughed.

Somewhat embarrassedly said:

"No need to thank me, after all, I am also a part of the manor."

"Speaking of which..."

"Can you help me carry this guy back?"

This is the real purpose of his calling the guards!

Everyone looked at the hill of corpses.

I couldn't help but doubt my hearing.

But under Roger's sincere gaze.

They then begin to doubt their own physical strength.

…

Two days later at noon.

After requisitioning more than a dozen widened ox carts and horse carriages from nearby farms.

The huge corpse of the Thunder Dragon was finally sent to Senluo Farm.

Fortunately, the scales of the Thunder Dragon fell off six hours after its death.

This gave everyone the opportunity to divide up the dragon's corpse.

Otherwise, I don’t know how long it will take.

From the moment the body of the Thunder Dragon appeared in Senluo Farm, there was an endless stream of people coming to visit.

This thing is just too big.

Despite Roger's pre-processing, the hardest scales had been stripped off and the outer fat layer had been scraped clean.

But the magnificent skeleton alone was enough to become a subject for poets to follow suit.

For a while.

"Master Roger fights the Thunder Dragon with bare hands" has become the hottest topic in the Charcoal Inn.

And the rumors are getting more and more outrageous.

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"Version 1.0: Roger outwits the necromancer with a clever trick, and the master defeats the Thunder Dragon with bare hands"

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"Version 2.0: Roger steps on the necromancy, and the master punches the thunder dragon"

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"Unknown version: The master's breath determines the fate of the world, and the thunder dragon dies together"

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One day later.

When Roger was processing the skeleton of the Thunder Dragon, the roar of a flying dragon was heard in the sky.

Then there was a hurried voice:

"Roger Roger!"

"They said you sneezed and killed a bunch of necromancers? And you accidentally killed a thunder dragon?"

"Wow... this... is really big!"

Roger looked at Rachel in silence.

The expression on the little druid's face was unusually rich.

In response, he just waved his hand casually:

"Walk."

"I'll treat you to some barbecue."

…

Roger actually doesn't care about this matter being hotly discussed.

What he cared about was that his reputation in Paramount Manor had already reached 200 points.

There are no milestone points as rewards!

"But this rumor is too exaggerated."

"It's impossible to say that there is no one behind the scenes fanning the flames."

Roger pursed his lips.

I glanced at the option that had been silent for a long time in the expertise list.

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"Living in seclusion in the city (1st level feat): As your reputation increases and more people pay attention to you, your presence will become less noticeable." (Note 1)

…

Silently sets the feat status to on.

Roger happily went about his daily work.

In the newly built warehouse next to the main house.

The turtle eggs were laid out in an orderly manner all over the ground.

The gargoyle that had just arranged a square formation of turtle eggs flew over quickly.

There was another familiar rubbing of trouser legs.

Bland.

Roger scratched his head several times before he gave up.

Looking at the densely packed turtle eggs on the warehouse floor.

Roger felt a sense of accomplishment.

This was the result of his daily night visits to the Water Ghost Forest during this period.

Those female turtles are really stubborn.

They gave birth to as many children as Roger stole.

If the quantity is insufficient, it will be replenished within a week!

What kind of spirit is this!

Roger had to admit it.

They are a group of Jony Turtles who have escaped from vulgarity.

He adjusted his breathing.

The next second, the whole person suddenly moved at high speed in the warehouse!

Roger crouched down and passed by the turtle eggs.

The palms are flying.

The airflow is like a column.

In the room.

There was a pleasant sound of "pa pa pa pa pa pa".

A few minutes later.

Roger straightened up with a sore back, his face full of joy.

All the eggs appeared to be intact.

But he himself.

I have reached the peak of my life!

…

"You have killed 1 Jonny Stotle, bringing your total number of Jonny Stotle kills to 2,989. Your milestone, Immortal Species, has set a new record."

"You gained 4 XP"

"Your life span has increased by 31,536,000 seconds."

"You have completed the fourth sin mark and obtained the feat: Lifespan accumulation three"

…

"Lifespan multiplied by three: Your actual lifespan will be multiplied by 3."

…

"I like it simple and rough!"

Roger was delighted.

But he thought about it and felt something was wrong:

"In this way."

"Doesn't my current life span become nine thousand years?"

"That sounds a bit weird."

…

Jonny Stottle's hunt has come to an end.

But you must steal the free turtle eggs.

Roger rarely felt any sense of loss for saying goodbye to a good brother.

Perhaps it was because the mountain of skeletons outside the farm always reminded him—

A new journey is about to begin.

I have to say.

"Attack special effect: lightning" is an attribute he cannot refuse.

Not to mention how cool it is to have sparks and lightning all the way.

Lightning element is the nemesis of most monsters.

This alone is enough.

Not to mention that Roger also found other good things on the Thunder Dragon.

But before that.

He needs to be fully prepared.

Hunting a thron is no joke.

These days, while studying the body structure of the Brutosaurus, he wrote a research report of more than 30 pages and a hunting plan of more than 60 pages!

And want to become a hunter of super giant monsters.

Special weapons are indispensable.

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March 3rd.

Dawn Town.

A middle-aged man with ordinary appearance slowly walked into the storefront with a sword and hammer sign.

"Are you ready for what I want?"

He got straight to the point.

The shop owner was stunned for a moment, then nodded quickly and said:

"We've been working overtime all winter, and we have everything you need ready!"

The two came to the warehouse at the back.

The owner opened one the cubicles.

On the wall of the compartment.

It was hung with long and thin knives.

The middle-aged man counted them and found there were twenty-six knives in total.

"Where are the thirty you agreed on?"

There was some displeasure in his voice.

The shop owner was embarrassed:

"We didn't have enough steel . We had to borrow from the Lord's warehouse to get enough."

"The main reason is that the time you gave us is too tight. Our masters don't make many of these unique weapons, so the defective rate is very high..."

After a long time, the man nodded reluctantly.

The shop owner called a few apprentices and put all the knives into a big box.

The properties of the knife are shown on the data bar.

…

"Red Moon (Sword)"

「Rating: A+」

「Sharpness 8, Sturdiness 5, Weight 5, Balance 7」

…

No special skills, sharpness and durability are also reduced by 1 point.

But it's enough.

This is the solution Roger found for Red Moon.

Since the blade is so brittle and there is no way to improve it for the time being, let's try another approach.