Chapter 152 Meeting

Do I have the aura of a villain? Clown bared his teeth: "What are you thinking of?"

He breathed out fire, and the sword emitted an orange-red light, with wisps of hot air rising from it.

"Do you know it? The signature skill of the church's high-ranking Crusaders?" he asked uncertainly.

"Ah, it's just a misunderstanding." A smile immediately appeared on the bald boss' face, and his expression became very natural and calm.

He put away his weapons and said to the apprentices, "It's alright, go back to work. I was just playing a joke on this gentleman."

Several apprentices put down their weapons and returned to the inner room. The bald boss bowed his head and said, "Sir, it's a misunderstanding! My name is Qiasi Smith, and I also know several senior warriors in the church."

Qiasi laughed and said, "I am a good blacksmith and have had the honor of helping several adults to make weapons and armor. I thought you were someone sent by our competitors to cause trouble."

"If it's just a misunderstanding, forget it." Crown sheathed his sword and waved his hand: "Do you have 500 pounds of fine iron ingots?"

"Yes, yes," Qiasi nodded hurriedly. His competitors did not have the face to invite the second-level warriors of the church.

"Or should we send it to your home, sir?"

"Yes," Clown took out three gold spirit coins and asked, "I need another 500 pounds tomorrow. Do you have any more?"

"There must be stock," the bald boss nodded his head like a chicken pecking at rice. The profit from selling the refined iron ingots directly is not high, but there is still some profit. Besides, hammering refined iron ingots is now the job of apprentices.

"Send it to me tomorrow morning, around eight o'clock in the morning," Klauen handed the gold coins to the boss, "The extra gold coins are the deposit."

"No problem. I will personally deliver it to you tomorrow. What is your name?"

Qiaxi took the golden spirit coins and held them tightly in his hands, as if he was afraid that they would fly away.

"Crown Moya."

"Sir, why don't you take a look at the weapons and armor here? We also accept customization. I can also make the star steel sword like the one you are using."

Clown smiled: "Not for the time being, my current equipment was just replaced not long ago."

Qiasi was more like a typical businessman: "Okay, if you need repair services in the future, our shop can also provide them and give you a discount."

The apprentices in the blacksmith shop loaded the fine iron ingots onto the cart and left with Crown.

At 12:30 noon, Crown had finished devouring 500 pounds of fine iron ingots. He used a few of them to make two gadgets according to his memory, a Transformer Optimus Prime and a fat cat Garfield.

[Spirit Controlling Technique: 286/7000; Level 2]

As the Soul Controlling Technique advances, although the Fire Cube's gold-eating ability becomes more efficient, the speed at which proficiency is acquired decreases significantly.

Clown began to contemplate the Golden Light Mantra to dispel the evil thoughts of the evil spirits. It was only thanks to the Golden Light Mantra's ability to exorcise evil spirits that he could so recklessly improve his spirit control skills and abilities without worrying about backlash.

After three great cycles, he called for the golden wall.

[Golden Light Curse: 46007/50000; Level 1]

With another 4,000 proficiency points, this most core skill can be advanced again.

Walking out of the room, Crown prepared to cook. Two people were already waiting in the living room.

Del said with a grin, "Sir, Torres and I have prepared everything that needs to be prepared."

Now, the two people following him have become qualified kitchen helpers.

"You guys are quite perceptive. Torres didn't go to work today?" Clown said with a smile.

When the priest helped find a place to stay, he also arranged a place for the other two extraordinary people from Zak Town. Nelson and Torres lived next door to them, but unfortunately the original four extraordinary people were reduced to three.

"It happens to be my turn to rest today. I came back too late yesterday and didn't ask you to help me with my breathing and swordsmanship. I wonder if you are free this afternoon?"

"Sure. I have to go out for something tonight and I don't have any plans for the afternoon. I'm free before five."

Crown nodded and went into the kitchen to work.

. . . .

After having a good meal and a good drink, Crown and his three companions came to No. 36 Rose Street.

The sign at the door has a silver background with fiery red and light gold patterns, forming a burning trophy.

At the very bottom of the sign, there are four large gold-painted characters: "Holy Grail of Flame".

"This is the church's property, open only to internal members. Soldiers and priests from nearby blocks often come here to train and keep themselves in combat shape," Del said, quickening his pace and opening the tan wooden door.

The three of them entered the hall and stood in front of the nun in charge of reception.

The nun glanced at a few people and said with a smile, "Three, only members of the church are welcome here."

"Alice, I'm really sad that you don't recognize me anymore."

Torres said in an exaggerated aria, showing his nameplate.

The nun simply took the nameplate calmly, checked it and returned it after confirming it was correct: "Torres, the Holy Grail of Fire welcomes you."

“You really fascinate me.”

"That's enough, Torres. Your time is precious," Del stopped his companion from continuing to chat with him and handed over his nameplate. Clown also handed over his.

After checking, the nun let the three of them pass, and they walked through the hall and entered the real interior of the Holy Grail of Fire.

Inside was a spacious venue, and Crown had the feeling of entering a large gym.

There are various single-person training equipment here, as well as several small training grounds separated by one-meter-high log-colored wooden boards.

Del asked, "Sir, are we training here or in the basement?"

"Where is it quieter?"

“They’re all pretty much the same.”

"Then let's do it here. It's open and bright."

Crown made a random choice, and after the three of them warmed up, they changed into training uniforms and training weapons.

He shook the light training sword, feeling quite uncomfortable: "It still feels better to fight with my own weapon."

Del smiled and said, "Everyone comes here mainly to stay in combat form. If you really want to make a breakthrough, there are private places that charge a fee. You can also spend some contribution points or spirit coins to ask for guidance from masters."

"Very good, you two have saved some money today. Come one by one," Crown walked into the center of the training ground and stood, "I will discuss with you how to train breathing methods more effectively."

"I'll go first." Torres walked to the opposite side of him, bowed and said, "Sir, please give me your guidance."

After saying this, he began to strike a stance, stimulating the flow of the life force in his body through his movements.

After he performed a few sets of moves, Crown called a halt: "That's enough. This time, repeat the moves slowly and don't stimulate the source of life."

"OK."

Torres agreed and slowly performed the movements associated with the breathing method.

"Stop, your steps are too big. This will cause the source of life to not have enough time to reach your feet, affecting your subsequent actions."

After Crown corrected the two men's movements, the three began to practice against each other in the training ground.

He was still able to handle the attacks of both men with ease, and kept pointing out the problems in their fighting rhythm.

While the two attackers were already panting heavily, his breathing remained very even.

"Okay, pause." Crown felt the time and continued, "I can still train with you for two hours. Let's take a half-hour break and then continue."

"Oh, I'm so tired, I'll go get some water," Torres' face turned red as if he had drunk a lot of alcohol.

"I'll go with you," Del asked, "Sir, can I get you some water too?"

Crown waved his hand: "Thank you, no thanks."

After saying that, he took advantage of the time when the two of them were resting to perform the Giant Bear Breathing Technique and release the Blade Storm.

He had been busy improving his proficiency in the art of controlling spirits these past two days and had neglected to practice other skills. The area here was large enough and perfect for performing Blade Storm.

He began to spin and swing his weapon rapidly.

The sword blade quickly cut through the air, making a sound like the whistling wind. His training attracted the attention of many people. People who were practicing near him stopped their movements, and those who knew each other came together and talked in low voices.

"Wow, who is this? Why haven't I seen this sword skill before?"

"I have never seen this person before. He must be a soldier who recently came from out of town."

"What kind of sword skill is this? It's so amazing. Does anyone know where he learned it from?"

In the rest area of ​​the venue, a middle-aged man with a beard heard the noise and looked over here.

He pushed his companion beside him and said, "Tula, you also use a sword, how about that man's sword skills?"

The man named Tula stood up and looked at it for a few times, then shook his head slightly and said, "The sword's attacks are scattered and not concentrated, so it will be invincible against rookies. But against masters, I can only say 'haha'."

"Don't look down on me! Have you seen this sword technique before? What's its name?"

"I've never seen him before. His sword skills are flashy and unworthy of my knowing his name."

Tula looked away expressionlessly, "My attack can easily penetrate that layer of sword light and hit the opponent."

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

Clown didn't expect that people would watch him practicing his sword skills, but he didn't care.

If someone learns this secret technique from the sword technique he releases, it will be considered as someone else's ability.

In fact, the principle of sword skills is relatively simple, using the power of body rotation to swing the weapon quickly, but it requires a high level of physical fitness.

If you don't have enough endurance, you will become exhausted after using it for a short time.

Without enough strength, the attacks launched won't have enough damage.

If your body is not balanced enough, you will definitely fall flat on your face.

. . . .

At five o'clock in the afternoon, Crown walked out of the training hall. After the training, he took a quick shower and changed into clean clothes.

He was wearing a grey newsboy cap, a white shirt, a black vest, and a brown jacket.

He was wearing black trousers and brown leather shoes.

It was inconvenient to carry a sword, so he only brought his two pistols.

He bought several gifts nearby.

A beautiful lady's hat embellished with flowers and feathers and a black pipe.

He remembered that his brother-in-law loved smoking.

After buying the gifts, Crown waved to stop a single-driver public carriage: "Hello, I'm going to No. 12 Wutong Street, Bolton District."

He got on the carriage, sat cross-legged and meditated on the Golden Light Mantra.

By the time he arrived at his destination, it was already 7:30 in the evening. He underestimated the traffic congestion in the city.

I might not be able to make it in time for dinner. Should I eat something outside first? Crown got off the carriage, a little dazed.

The driver smiled and bowed: "Sir, a total of twelve silver coins."

"Why is it so expensive? Aren't the prices for your carriages different?" Clown felt like he had encountered a driver who was overcharging his passengers.

"Sir, the new law has been implemented for two months. Traffic jams will incur additional charges. You are a single hire, so the additional costs must be borne entirely by yourself."

Shit, there's this fee here too.

Cursing in his heart, Crown took out some silver coins and handed them to the driver. This time, he didn't give a tip.

Crown finally did not choose to eat out, he knocked on the door of 12 Sycamore Street.

. . . .

Julia and Martin did not play around as usual; they sensed the discord between their parents and the slightly depressing atmosphere in the room.

The two children stood in the living room holding hands, looking a little overwhelmed.

"Boom, boom, boom"

There was a rhythmic knock on the door.

Crown knocked on the door, but no one came to open it. He couldn't help but feel a little confused because the light was on in the room.

"Boom, boom, boom"

This time, he used more force, and some dust fell from the top of the door.

Still no one opened the door, and there was no movement in the room.

Crown frowned and raised his arms, ready to increase his strength again.

At this time, the door was half opened.

"Who are you? What are you doing here?"

A dull voice sounded, and from his tone one could tell that he was very unhappy.

Although the person who opened the door had his back to the light, it did not affect Crown's vision. He recognized the other person's identity. The somewhat ostentatious young man had frosted hair on his temples and he did not have a mustache back then.

"Looking for you, Mr. Wilkerson. Isn't Tiffany home?"

"Who are you?" Rodney's voice turned cold.

Crown saw a black muzzle of a gun pointing at him. It seemed that the owner of the gun had already taken it in his hand.

Is the security situation here so worrying?

Crown took a step back, raised his hands and said, "Relax, my brother-in-law. I am Crown."

"Crown? Why are you here?" Rodney raised his voice.

"Crown?" A female voice came from the room.

The lady with long chestnut hair poked her head out from the half-open door.

. . . .

Crown sat on the sofa, his arm held by his sister.

Julia and Martin were held in their father's arms.

At this moment, the joy of relatives meeting each other has been overshadowed by sadness, and the air is wet with tears.

"Mom and Dad are gone?"

Tiffany covered her mouth with her hands, tears welling up in her eyes, "What happened? They've been doing fine."

Rodney held his wife's hand. "Yes, the last time we corresponded, they said they would come here to see Julia and Martin again if they had time."

"Supernatural event", Clown sighed:

"Several supernatural events occurred in Zak Town. After the gray fog descended, the town was attacked by mutant beasts. Many townspeople died, and only less than half of the original population made it to Rhine City alive."

He was hugged tightly by his sister.

"You must have suffered a lot," Tiffany sobbed softly.

Crown remained silent, hugged his loved one, patted her shoulders gently, and waited for her emotions to stabilize.

"Tiffany, I told you, this world is becoming more and more dangerous."

(End of this chapter)