Future Combat Power (8)

"Lulu! Someone is here to see you!" the aunt called affectionately and pushed open the shaky wooden door.

The noise of the chattering children could be heard outside the door, and it became clearer once the door was opened.

"Oh my!" A small flying kick landed on the aunt's face.

The auntie grabbed the boy's calf with a "smile" on her face and hung him upside down in the air.

"You troublemaker! Come back!" Lulu put down the stool, picked up her shoes and ran over, but a girl behind her grabbed her hair and made her sit back.

Inger's face darkened.

Alex's face lit up.

"It's so lively here." Alex said to the aunt, "We want to talk on our own. What do you think? You wait for us outside."

The aunt left the child behind and patted his shoulder, "Young man, try your best."

Alex scratched the back of his head.

Inger wanted to run away when he saw a room full of children.

"Why don't you just talk to yourself..."

Alex said: "But I don't know how to use soundproofing magic."

Inger looked pale.

While Lulu was picking at the kid who was pulling her face, she asked, "Who are you? Are you looking for me?"

Alex gathered up a few dolls, threw them into the air, and caught them safely.

The child was not afraid at all and giggled in his arms.

He also had a genuine and brilliant smile on his face.

[You like children so much... I can't understand...]

Gu Shu grew up in an orphanage when he was a child. He was bullied by his peers when he was young. When he went back to visit his peers after he grew up, he was tortured to exhaustion. He was naturally incompatible with children.

But Alex is different. He is popular with people of all ages, from childhood to adulthood, and has a natural affinity for humans.

A few little brats turned to tease Alex, pulling his face, laughing at the stubble on his face, and hanging his legs, but they lifted their legs higher and were too scared to let go.

He has a way with children.

Lulu finally had time to sit down. She looked at the two of them and spoke calmly.

"What do you want from me? It doesn't look like you want to arrest me."

Alex looked at Inger.

Inger waved his wand in the air and a sound barrier rose up.

Alex got straight to the point: "Bomb Hughes is dead."

Lulu was stunned for a moment, then quickly smiled: "Really?"

Alex continued, "We have contacted Captain Sherin Hughes to maintain order. She will most likely become a lord in the future."

Lulu slapped her head and said, "I don't know about these. I only know that old snake deserves death. If Lady Xuelin is the daughter of the former Duke, she should be able to do better."

Alex shook his head: "We want to find something. It's with the mermaid. I heard that the boy who killed the Duke knew you, and he could talk to the mermaid."

"You mean Blue Scale?" Lulu clapped her hands. "Oh, now I remember. He came here once and gave this to me."

She immediately stood up and rummaged in the drawer, pulling out a huge gray-shell pearl oyster.

"He said that if a blond and a black-haired person come here to look for him, they should give this to them, that is, you, as a reward. He asked me to convey the merman's words, thanking you for dealing with the magic whale."

Inger and Alex looked at each other. Alex took it, opened it and saw that it was a slightly larger blue pearl.

The color of this pearl is brighter than the one I got from the vendor before, closer to a lighter sky blue, and the size is almost half a palm, worthy of the title of giant pearl.

Inger thought for a moment and said, "When I was moving the whale carcass, I saw many wounds on it. Was it killed by a mermaid?"

Alex also said: "It's very likely, but they didn't know that the whale carcass would explode."

Then he realized he didn't know, so he asked, "Why do whales explode?"

Inger: “…………”

How could he explain this?

"I'll tell you later." Inger said perfunctorily out of habit.

Whether the mermaids were grateful or guilty, they must have seen them dealing with the whale explosion near the beach, and they just happened to give them this precious pearl.

In this way, the South China Sea Phoenix Flower, the Sea God Pearl, and the Phoenix Tears among the five major materials have all been obtained, and there are clear clues about the Life and Death Wood. Only the fossil remains of the Phoenix are left.

When he started his journey, he had not expected to find three of them so quickly.

Alex saved the pearl from the child's clutches.

Inger asked, "Then...the blue scale?"

Lulu understood what he wanted to say and smiled, "I don't know where he went. He and I are just friends."

Alex had a leather kid hanging on each of his left and right arms, two on his feet, and one on his back. He said, "No, we'll see them next time."

Inger looked into his eyes.

Alex said to him, "I thought I had to persuade him, but after meeting him, I changed my mind. I believe that no matter how he changes, he will eventually stand on the same battlefield with me."

Others might not understand, but Inger certainly could.

He said that before he returned, Pompeii was also killed by Blue Scale, and Blue Scale would eventually stand on the front line to protect the East China Sea coast and die in the sea.

Alex looked at Lulu, the girl from the fishing village, and said, "If he comes to see you again one day, please tell him to go see Xuelin and her guards, and be prepared for the war ahead. He must live well."

Lulu was confused, but she still agreed. Her smile was very pure and innocent: "I believe that people who like children are not bad people. If he comes to see me, I will tell him."

"You bunch of little rascals! Little octopus! Get down from here! The guests are leaving!" Then she went crazy and started tearing apart a group of brothers and sisters who were clinging to Alex and refused to leave.

"Waaaaaaah! I don't want it!"

"Big Beard, Big Beard, don't go!"

"Lift it up high! Do it again!"

Alex laughed happily.

Inger tried to sneak out the door, but a quiet little girl held his feet with both hands.

The little girl didn't cry or make a fuss, but just looked at him with her innocent, watery eyes.

Inger broke out in a cold sweat.

Finally, he put a small necklace made of white pearls around her neck and fled with Alex.

en route,

Inger saw Alex's broken scabbard and asked, "Alex, what about your sword? Do you want to go to the warehouse again?"

"No need." Alex drew his sword from its sheath. This sword was even older than the previous training sword and was covered with rust.

Inger was speechless.

Alex smiled nonchalantly and said, "I picked this up when I left the warehouse."

Inger asked in surprise: "When?"

He thought Alex was too angry to stay there for a second, and he took advantage of him not paying attention and... broke the sword.

Well, what's the use of a broken sword? The blade is all jagged and can't cut anyone.

"I feel like this sword is magical!" Alex's eyes sparkled quietly.

———The sucker and the fool: the light of the bullshit.

"Okay, okay!" Inger thought about going back to find some materials to make him a good one.

But just as he was thinking this, a voice like tearing rags reached his ears: "●●●!"

A language he didn't understand.

"?!" He grabbed Alex who was walking in front of him, "Did you hear any noise?"

Alex frowned and listened carefully.

“●●●!”

The rag-voice spoke again.

"?!" Inger looked at the sword in his hand.

[Illusion? This sword is talking?! Impossible!]

[No, wizards, knights, dragons, mermaids, and demons all exist. It's not impossible for swords to talk?! ]

Inger felt that his worldview was split again.

Alex looked at Inger's changing expression and frowned even more tightly: "I didn't hear anything?"

Inger stopped, held out his wand, and chanted a translated spell in Tibetan.

"I'm... so... hungry!"

"Let... me... eat!"

……Now Alex could see the vivid lips on the sword through the slightly moving rust.

Both men's jaws dropped to the ground.

***

The two suppressed their shock and returned to the hotel.

After being scrubbed clean, the dirty sword was still in tatters, with pits and holes all over it, and some orange-red rust marks still remained on it.

There is a pair of dry cracked lips on the sword, or rather, there is only a cracked seam, with only a mouth but no lips, opening and closing.

"How could there be something so ugly in that warehouse?"

"There are a lot of disgusting things in that house. Isn't that old man's aesthetic taste strange?"

"Did you hear him? I still heard nothing."

“It said it was hungry.”

"How do you know that?"

"I translated it using a magic spell."

"Hmm...what should the sword eat? Why don't you ask?"

“……” Inger always felt like an idiot.

Alex bent his fingers and tapped the sword: "Hey! What's your name? What do you want to eat?"

In Inger's ears, the rag voice was still repeating: "I...hungry...eat..."

I guess he couldn't understand the Chuuni language.

He put a translation on himself and said, "What's your name? What do you eat?"

Alex was surprised: "How can it be like this?! It's a different language again!"

Broken Sword paused for a moment, then opened his mouth again: "Eat... sword... eat sword!"

Inger understood this time, but couldn't believe it.

[Sword! The sword?!]

He asked again: "You want to eat the sword?!"

This time Broken Sword gave an affirmative answer: "Yes, sword, give me the sword, I want to eat the sword!"

Inger hesitated for a moment and relayed the words to Alex: "This sword said he wanted to eat the sword..."

This time it was Alex's turn to look at him as if he were an idiot.

But he still chose to believe him.

"Where's your original one?"

"Throw it away. Then should I go buy one on the street and try it out?"

“………”

Inger sat at the table and questioned his life.

Alex returned soon with a newly forged soldier's sword.

"Here, fresh ones. Give them to him to try!"

Inger thrust the point of his sword into the mouth.

Soon his own mouth opened wide.

“Crack, crack, crack.”

The thin mouth with cracks was like a bottomless pit. With each opening and closing, the steel sword shattered like a cookie.

After the sword body and the handle were chewed into pieces, Inger looked at his empty hands blankly.

Alex's eyes were as bright as light bulbs which were not yet popular in this era.

“He really ate it!”

After Po Jian finished eating, he said, "...It's...unpalatable."

“…………” Inger rolled his eyes.

Alex: “What did he say?”

“He said it tasted bad…”

"Ah? What kind of sword does he like?"

Broken Sword spoke again: "Young swords are not tasty... I want to eat older swords..."

Inger had a strong suspicion that this broken sword was pretending to stutter.

He rolled his eyes and said to Alex in the translated language: "Alex, this sword said he doesn't like eating swords. They taste terrible. Don't buy them for him to eat in the future."

Alex didn't understand and was confused.

The broken sword vibrated, and the sound was no longer ragged, but clear and fluent: "I just said it tastes bad! I like eating swords! I only eat swords! I want to eat swords! Let me eat swords!"

"Wow, isn't this a good way to talk?"

Sword: “…………”

Inger continued to talk to it in "Sword Language": "I think you should be called 'good sword' instead of 'broken sword'."

Good Sword: “…” (didn’t understand.)