Hello, Arknights

Ling Dengxian returned to the sleeping corner but found that A'ran had not come back. He sighed and realized that there were still some things he didn't understand. As far as interpersonal relationships were concerned, he was too optimistic before.

"That guy is more familiar with this place than I am, so nothing should happen to him. I'll ask him what happened tonight." Ling Dengxian had just sat down when his expression became serious as if he remembered something. He carefully took out the two dangerous swords from his backpack.

He had had some breakfast at the coffee shop before and now had time to study the two weapons that the so-called "big shot" had entrusted W to bring him. If he had not tried to hold the hilts of two swords at the same time, he would never have labeled them as "dangerous".

When he was in the wilderness, he was bored and remembered what W had told him: "Be prepared when using two swords at the same time, it will hurt." So he tried it...

He didn't do it for the sake of death, but to learn more about these two mysterious weapons. Looking at the two swords individually, it seems that there is nothing special about them except for their hard texture. The blade of the white sword is 99 cm long, and the total length including the handle is 127 cm - fortunately, Ling Dengxian's travel bag can fit it - the sword body is slender and there is no decoration except for two symmetrical and free-intersecting silver textures. The cloth wrapped on the handle seems to be quite old. The magical thing is that it emits heat when the hand holds it.

At that time, Xiaoxie hummed and said that it might be the surgical circuit.

On the bright side, the terminology used in this system is quite rigorous.

There were two characters engraved on the scabbard of the white sword that Ling Dengxian didn't recognize, probably the name of the sword. Before Ling Dengxian asked, Xiao Xie said directly, "I don't have the translation function."

The gray sword was slightly shorter, which surprised Ling Dengxian. He thought it should be the same length. In his impression, the traditional Chinese double swords seemed to be the same length. Other countries seemed to have different standards. However, it was not short. The blade was 88 cm long, and the total length including the handle was 108 cm. The lines were very simple, silent and sharp. The cloth wrapped around the hilt was also weathered, and there was nothing unusual when holding the hilt.

There were also two words on the scabbard, but they were elegant and clear. The key point was that they were Chinese characters he knew.

"Eating evil".

The two swords in the scabbard will not trigger the danger of "simultaneous use". Ling Dengxian has used the white sword before. Both swords are heavier than they look, but not too much. W said that his slash was very neat, but he was sure that he had never attended a sword class like the Children's Palace before. It can only be said that it was a good reaction on the battlefield.

Then he tried to draw the sword with both hands, but when the sword was three inches away from the sheath, he felt an instant pain that swept out from the depths of his mind, and his vision blurred. That kind of pain was completely different from the pain of the flesh. He let go of the pain decisively, and when he opened his eyes again, he saw several deep cuts on the ground around him. Chi Yu was so scared that he ran away more than ten meters, and at the same time he showed his adult state and was ready for battle.

He was also frightened at the time, and it took him a while to calm down mentally. He realized that W's advice was indeed necessary, otherwise he would be courting death if he didn't pay attention to unsheathing his swords during a battle one day.

"To be honest, I'm a little confused about the situation..." Ling Dengxian checked the two swords one after another and found nothing mysterious. Finally, he put down the swords and sighed, and summarized the current doubts:

First, the obvious question is, why would a "big shot" give him two such hot potatoes? It is undeniable that these two swords are both good swords. And who is that "big shot"?

Second, Duva and Buono were both hiding something from him. They were both members of the same organization. Although he could sense that they had no ill intentions, it was still a point of doubt. But for now, this question could be put aside.

Third, W's abnormality. Needless to say, he could only guess from her few words that something seemed to have happened to Kazdel, but he didn't know any relevant information at present. Because of the special nature of the matter, he didn't dare to inquire about it rashly.

Fourth, Chi Yu. You can tell with your front teeth that there is something wrong with this guy, whether it’s his special ability or the reason for following him.

Very good, none of them can be solved.

Ling Dengxian sighed and fell back on his quilt, mumbling: "What's going on? I just want to go home... Well, now I have something I want to do."

"What's wrong with you?" Ling Dengxian didn't notice A'ran's arrival at all, and was so frightened that he sat up: "When did you come back?!"

"Huh? I came back with you." The white-haired Carters tilted his head. His eyes could not be seen but they were still very lively, much better than when they first met.

"I thought you saw me. I was squatting by the store door waiting for you." Carters raised his hand and shook the steaming food in his hand. "Later, I saw you didn't come out, so I went to buy some buns. There's actually a Yan country breakfast shop in the city. I heard you say you're from Yan, so you should like this, right? I came back and you came out just after squatting for a while."

Ling Dengxian was stunned for a moment, then he took out two small packages of bread wrapped in napkins from his pocket with a bit of embarrassment: "Am I doing this in vain?"

Ah Ran felt like he took something out, so he reached out and groped for the bread. When he found out what it was, he was stunned: "For me?"

"Oh, yes, at the coffee shop..." Ling Dengxian looked at the buns in A'ran's hand, then looked at the bread he took out, feeling a little embarrassed.

"...Thank you very much." A'ran suddenly smiled, and the first adjective that Ling Dengxian thought of was "bright and charming".

Help! I don't want to go down a path of no return!

Ling Dengxian quickly changed the subject: "Aren't you a homeless person, Aran? Where did you get the money?"

"I found it in Dongcheng District yesterday. Besides, no one says that homeless people must be penniless." As if some invisible shackles had been released, A'ran laughed happily, and he looked like a completely different person compared to before.

"Well, let's eat. We need to move our sleeping positions today. Ms. Wesson and I have discussed this."

"Oh? Is there a place for me?"

"Yes, yes. I just wanted to ask for your opinion. I'm sorry that I took the initiative to make the decision for you."

"That's nothing," Ah Ran's eyebrows slightly curved, "We are friends."

The buns I ate today warmed my stomach. Well done, owner of the bun shop!

"Oh, by the way, A'ran, Ms. Wesson said that the storage room we live in seems to be haunted."

"What is there for a boy to be afraid of? Besides, if we live in that storage room, I don't think the ghost will dare to cause trouble."

“You are so confident!”

"I heard you say you are quite good at fighting, carrying a sword and a spear."

"... Carrying a lot of things doesn't necessarily mean he's an expert. It could also be a safe deposit box."

"Then let's continue with what we talked about last night." A'ran suddenly remembered the "business".

"Okay, okay..."