Firefly Journey

"Uncle? Uncle Du Pippen!"

Lin Yuanran called out several times, but Old Du, whose cheeks were flushed, did not respond at all, as if he had fallen into a deep sleep.

Lin Yuanran thought to himself that he deserved it; a drunkard and gambler, no matter how miserable he was, he deserved it.

Lin Yuanran felt a little reluctant, after all, they lived in the same town, and the original owner's memories remained, so he really couldn't just leave.

"Hey, if you don't wake up soon, I'm going to take action!"

Lin Yuanran's threat had no effect on Durant and Pippen; he didn't even hear it.

"Don't blame me."

Lin Yuanran had a sudden inspiration. Flames rose from his fingers, and he brought his hand close to Old Du Pippen's face. A burning sensation immediately surged up.

"on fire!"

Old Du Pippen shouted and jumped up, but Lin Yuanran remained calm and quietly withdrew his supernatural power.

"You're awake!" Lin Yuanran said obediently, as if he wasn't the one who had just been playing with fire.

“Alio…” Old DuPippen shook his head vigorously, “Where am I?”

"He's really drunk," Lin Yuanran thought to himself. "This is near my house, Uncle, what are you doing here?"

With the help of the night breeze, the dazed old Du Pippen recalled what had just happened. After losing badly at the gambling table, he bought several bottles of strong liquor and drank them as he walked. As a result, he got so drunk that he didn't even know where he had collapsed.

"I'm fine. It's not safe for you to be alone so late at night, especially with so many strangers coming here lately. You should go back quickly, lest they take you away."

Lin Yuanran was speechless: "Okay, Uncle."

Under the moonlight, Old Du, Pippen, walked dejectedly toward his home.

When Lin Yuanran returned home, Feng Ling was, as expected, resting. Judging from the dim light in the room, she didn't have the habit of going to bed early.

Lin Yuanran didn't have any either. He took out a small bottle filled with flower petals, the various petals clearly visible inside.

I took a chopstick from the kitchen—in the Principality of Bema, chopsticks and knives and forks are common dining utensils; the former is said to have come from the East and gradually evolved into everyday use.

The petals were scattered haphazardly in the bottle, devoid of any aesthetic appeal. What Lin Yuanran needed to do was to use this chopstick to shape them and transform them into a real flower.

Two hours later, Lin Yuanran finally succeeded. The chopstick was broken off and left in the bottle to serve as a flower stem.

Following the instructions on the yellow paper, Lin Yuanran used his magic to seal the entire bottle.

Just in case, he also glued the seam of the bottle cap shut.

A product of the combination of alchemical technology and magical power, perfect.

After finishing all this, Lin Yuanran was extremely satisfied with his masterpiece and excitedly watched it for a long time before falling into a deep sleep.

……

……

The town of Torreg is quiet and beautiful under the night sky, and the fiery red maple leaves stand guard, welcoming guests to the town day and night.

Under the moonlight, amidst the rustling sounds, a man with two swords tucked into his waistband slowly stepped in.

His long hair was tied up, his eyes were calm, and his whole body exuded an inexplicable determination.

He's looking for someone.

Seek out the great and wise teacher, Cassius Bello.

The light in the mayor's guest room was still on. Cassius, who was reading a book, frowned slightly, then put down his book, opened the window and looked outside.

The man was watching him.

Cassius moved swiftly and appeared outside the window.

"What's up?"

"It's not a big deal."

"Why are you here?"

"Ruins of the Ancient Gods".

It's not surprising that Klenbo's divine ruins have been coveted for a long time, so his arrival here is not unexpected.

Looking at the two swords, one long and one short, at the man's waist, Cassius asked, "Are you the other half?"

"it's me."

The "Swordsman" class originated from the ancient Battle Arena and is among the most common. Countless extraordinary individuals have taken this path, but only a few have truly made a name for themselves.

There's a saying that goes like this.

Of the ten million swordsmen in the world, only three and a half are the strongest.

There are only three and a half swordsmen who can be ranked among the best in the Pan-Ancient Continent.

Orlando, the "Dual Swordsman," is a wandering swordsman whose profession is a hybrid of "swordsman" and other churches.

Cassius said, "You came here to seek opportunities in the ruins, to pursue godhood and enlightenment?"

"I've been asked to retrieve something."

"If you have no friends, then it can only be your employer. What has he given you?"

“He cured my illness and saved my life. As payment for the medical treatment, I helped him bring back something from Krumbo.”

"what?"

"Anything will do, as long as it's from Krumbo, that's what he said."

"Strange, then why did you come looking for me?"

"I know how to open the ruins, but I'm all alone, so I want to go in without having to exert any effort."

Cassius's gaze turned cold: "What do you take the duchy for?"

"As far as I know, the Holy See and the Duchy of Light are unaware of your arrival in Torreg."

"Eriello even told you this?"

"Yes, that's all. I don't know anything else."

"Yes, but you have to prove yourself. You have to silence any potential dissenting voices."

"I understand. How about I start with you?"

"I agree, so I won't fight you."

Orlando turned and disappeared into the night. Faced with the sudden arrival of the uninvited guest, Cassius frowned deeply and could not relax for a long time. How many people did Eliro have deals with, and what exactly did he want to do?

Cassius gently lifted his leg and returned to his study in the blink of an eye. He lost all interest in continuing his studies and turned to sleep.

Someone is having trouble sleeping.

The first person Orlando approached was Lumer of Mechanical Wings.

"I hate people who want something for nothing the most in my life."

Orlando thought it made sense: "How about we use dual swords to fight?"

"can."

In a flash, Orlando drew his short sword, called Red Moon. It was short, like a dagger, but undeniably, it was indeed a sword.

Lumer reacted quickly, drawing a pistol from his waist. The bullet pierced the night sky and was cut in two by a single sword strike.

With his other hand, which wasn't holding a gun, Lumer pulled out a grenade and detonated it on the spot. Orlando, who was close by, was stunned by the sudden explosion and immediately drew another sword that looked like a spear—Black Fang.

A concussion grenade creates a magnetic field at the center of the explosion, thus affecting the opponent's actions.

However, this has little impact on Orlando.

"Do you want to continue?"

Orlando drew his twin swords and spoke in a calm tone.

Lumer shook his head and put away his pistol: "There's no need for that. I agree."

"That's good." Orlando was very satisfied, sheathed his sword, and his next target was the Frost Troll McCauley.

"Stop watching, get some rest."

Lu Mo turned his head and spoke to the pair of eyes at the corner of the wall.

"Oh..." Wendy emerged from the shadows. "Were you fighting just now?"

Lu Mo looked sullen: "I guess so, I lost."

"It's okay, we'll win it back next time." Wendy wanted to say "I'm going back," but the words inexplicably turned into encouragement and comfort.

As Lumer walked away, he said, "There won't be a next time."