forest country

After a full meal in the restaurant, Mizusawa hesitated whether to finish the work on the deck.

When he came back to the deck, he saw that another person had taken over his job.

The place that was dirty by Casey and the others was also cleaned.

Mizusawa stood at the bow, holding on to the railing of the ship.

The head wind blows his hair back, and he narrows his eyes comfortably.

Senior came to him and stood against the wind with his back against the railing.

after awhile.

Mizusawa asked: "I still don't know what you need me to do?"

"What was your original plan?"

"Go to Storm City, join the mercenary group to earn money, and buy an identity certificate." Mizusawa looked at the gold bracelet on his wrist, "But it is no longer used, and I will follow you now to help you do things."

Senior: "Just do things according to your ideas. Where you want to go and what you want to do, don't worry about me."

"Then what can I do for you?"

"I will tell you when I need it. You don't have to worry about repaying the debt. As I said, it's an equivalent exchange." Senior chuckled, "Before that, you can do whatever you want."

Mizusawa: "I want to become stronger, do you have any suggestions?"

Senior: "Well, then it's a good idea for you to go to Storm City to join the mercenary group."

"Really? You think so too?" Mizusawa was inexplicably happy.

Senior turned his head and was about to say something.

A female voice next to him interrupted his voice.

"Sir! This is what I gave you, I hope you like it."

Cassie, who had redressed and dressed, stood shyly in front of Senior holding a bouquet of champagne roses.

Senior took it with one hand. There were about 21 large bouquets of champagne roses with a light color and a little orange. The flowers were full and the outer petals were curled.

"Thank you."

Just two simple words made Casey's cheeks flush with joy, and she ran away quickly, covering her hot face.

When he ran to the corner, he excitedly pulled Zoe who was waiting here, shaking him back and forth.

"He took it! He took it! Senior, he took my flowers!" Casey couldn't help herself with excitement, "What should I do, now I think I can marry him tomorrow! I'm going to start thinking about our relationship now." What's the child's name!"

Zooey: "Look, that lord is not angry with you."

"Senior is so good and so dazzling, how could he blame me for what a slave said." Casey said happily, curling her hair with her fingers.

Casey's excited voice could be heard from far away.

Mizusawa was a little surprised.

"I thought you didn't know each other."

After all, Senior held his own hand and shot at them, although he didn't hit them.

Senior threw the bouquet in his hand into Mizusawa's hand.

"Lost it."

"No, after all, that girl likes you so much, it's her wish." Mizusawa held the flower and smelled the soft fragrance on it, "Find a vase and put it in."

Senior glanced at Mizusawa: "It's up to you."

Then Mizusawa seriously went to find a vase and borrowed it from the crew.

Untied the ribbon on the bouquet, trimmed the flower branches to a suitable size, and then inserted the 21 champagne roses into a transparent glass vase filled with water, and placed them on a small round table by the window.

Although the sky is foggy and there is no sun, looking at such roses can also make people feel good.

Mizusawa is very satisfied with his results.

"You like this?" Senior looked at him busy, a little curious.

Mizusawa looked directly back and forth between Senior and Champagne Rose. This light orange color is far less bright and beautiful than Senior's hair color.

"Compared with this color, I prefer small red roses."

Warm and fragrant.

Make people full of enthusiasm and emotion for life.

"I really can't tell." Senior raised his eyebrows.

Then Senior seemed to remember something, pulled out a bag and threw it to Mizusawa.

Mizusawa opened it and saw that the bag was full of jelly.

The shiny black eyes immediately looked at Senior.

"Cough, dessert after dinner." Senior was a little embarrassed by the look, and changed the subject, "Help me pass the book on the table."

Mizusawa handed the book to Senior with both hands, and then poured him a cup of tea.

"Sir, is there anything else you need?" Mizusawa stood straight, better than the attitude of the waiters in the restaurant.

Senior: "No more, go eat yours."

Mizusawa jumped at his jelly happily.

In addition to the one I ate yesterday, there are many different ones, and some even have pulp in it.

Mizusawa ate five of them in one sitting, and reluctantly put away the rest.

Save these for next time.

Senior watched Mizusawa hiding things like a hamster, his eyelids couldn't help but twitch.

After a wonderful day, Mizusawa slept soundly in the room next to Senior's.

The next day, the ship slowly docked at the pier in Storm City.

Mizusawa was carrying the backpack he brought out from the forest at first, but the bread in it had already been eaten, but now there was a lot of jelly.

Senior was still wearing his black cloak, and the big hood covered his face so that he couldn't see it at all.

The huge sword on the back seems to be unable to feel the weight, and it is easily carried behind it.

Before disembarking, Casey ran over crying to deliver a letter.

"Sir, can I give you a hug?"

Senior: "No."

Then Kathy ran away crying again.

Mizusawa was stunned, and inexplicably felt that Senior was a bit cool, and secretly guessed that maybe Casey, who was rejected, felt the same way.

Yesterday's champagne rose was left in the cabin.

Perhaps it will soon be cleared away by the cleaning crew, ending its short but beautiful flowering period.

After getting off the boat, Mizusawa felt the difference between this pier and Guangyao City.

It is obviously not as orderly as Guangyao City, and it is a bit chaotic.

A few tall and burly people stood by the pier, watching everyone who disembarked and walked past them.

Mizusawa subconsciously hugged the backpack in front of him, protecting his precious jelly.

"Guest, do you need an escort?"

One of them lowered his chin and asked Mizusawa.

Not only is he tall, but also has dark skin, which unconsciously gives people a sense of oppression.

"The Explosive Bear Mercenary Group now has a [-]% discount. There are many surprises. It's only for three days."

Mizusawa, who was about to continue walking, stopped, looked at the burly black-faced man, and added a cute "oh" at the end of his tone.

It sounds very unusual.

"May I ask where your mercenary group is?" Mizusawa wanted to go and see.

The black-faced man's eyes lit up: "Of course, do you need to escort, find someone, or fight?"

"Well, I want to have a part-time job." Mizusawa rubbed his nose in embarrassment.

The big man's expression suddenly became dull, and he lost the enthusiasm just now: "Turn left ahead, cross two streets, and the second one on the right is the club of our mercenary group."

After talking, go to find the next target who may become a customer.

"The Explosive Bear Mercenary Group now has a [-]% discount. There are many surprises. It's only for three days."

Mizusawa looked at his back, and met Senior's slightly smiling gaze in a shy way.

Although Mizusawa couldn't see Senior's face, he knew it!

Senior must be laughing at him!

Senior: "Let's go, let's take you to a place first."

Mizusawa followed him obediently.

Seeing that he was very familiar with this place along the way, he couldn't help asking: "Then are you from Guangyao City or Storm City?"

"It can be regarded as Guangyao City. I like to travel, so I have been to these cities several times."

Mizusawa: "Then when you travel, will you send postcards home?"

Senior: "?"

The two came to the street of weapons in Storm City.

The entrance to the street was guarded by two heavily armed soldiers carrying guns.

Mizusawa saw the first few people who went in, they all showed the iron bracelets on their wrists, and after verification, they handed in a few hundred yuan bills before they could enter.

When it was Senior's turn, after he showed the gold bracelet on his wrist, not only did he not need to pay the fee again, but he was also respectfully invited in.

Mizusawa followed suit and was treated politely.

"So it's not just the color that's different?" Mizusawa looked at the golden color on his wrist.

Senior snorted softly, and Mizusawa felt a little complacent.

There are very few people on Arms Street, and there are more sellers than buyers.

Mizusawa asked the question, and Senior told him that this is only a place for buying and selling weapons on the surface. It is relatively formal and the management is quite strict.

Also, the weapons bought here will be registered under their respective identities.

If something bad happens, finding the weapon will also find the owner.

Therefore, many people are not willing to come here to buy weapons, and more people go to the black market or find private weapons experts to buy them.

Mizusawa: "Then why did you bring me here?"

Senior: "I'll show you the world."

Well, Mizusawa admitted that he has been fascinated by the countless products here.

In one of the shops, I saw a match with the giant sword on Senior's back.

Mizusawa couldn't help touching it with his hands, it was smooth and sharp!

People can't help but want to own it!

Then he saw the price tag next to him, and immediately let go of his hand.

"Let's take a look again." Mizusawa felt a little uncomfortable when he thought of the crumpled 50 yuan bill in his pocket, "I think we should go to the mercenary group to see and see."

The clerk behind the counter was playing a palm-sized game console without looking up.

People who come to the store to look at things are neither greeted nor introduced.

Senior: "Actually, the most important thing you should pay attention to is not the price, but whether you can afford it."

"Underestimate me?"

Mizusawa, who thought he was strong enough, saw that the clerk didn't respond, so he wanted to try to lift the giant sword that was placed vertically.

Hold the hilt of the sword with both hands, take a deep breath, and lift——

Mizusawa: "..."

Not to mention lifting it up, the whole sword didn't move at all.

"Try this again." Senior pointed to another normal-sized sword beside him.

Mizusawa walked over and inhaled again.

Then--

Still didn't lift it up.

Mizusawa looked at his hands in disbelief.

It's fine if you can't lift that giant sword, why can't you lift this normal-sized sword.

Senior: "Let's go, go to another one."

Mizusawa went to another house to try a few more weapons, and he could only pick up a long whip with barbs, but he didn't like soft and slender weapons like whips.

Out of the store door.

Senior looked at Mizusawa who had been hit hard, and was in a good mood: "Let me show you another fun one."

With that said, Senior took down the giant sword behind him.

I fiddled with it twice for some reason.

Mizusawa saw several geometric cracks appeared on the smooth and shiny sword body, and then the cracks turned into gaps and split into several parts.

After the separation, it was quickly reunited.

It was followed by a normal sized sword.

The entire sword has shrunk by more than three times!

Mizusawa opened his eyes wide in surprise, and carefully looked at the reduced sword. Except for a small round groove on the hilt and gauntlet and a smaller shape, there seemed to be no other changes.

"Try it." Senior signaled Mizusawa to take the sword.

Mizusawa was afraid that he would not be able to hold it with one hand, so he took it with both hands.

Then Senior let go of his hand.

The heavy sword fell down against Mizusawa's hand, and it was about to hit the ground.

With this pressure, Mizusawa's finger might be broken.

Just when it was about to land.

Senior bent down to catch Mizusawa's hand and the hilt of his sword.

"Thank you..." Mizusawa rubbed his sore wrist, feeling that Senior did it on purpose.

"Although the size of the sword itself has changed, its weight has not changed. This is a combination weapon." Senior explained, "The ones you just selected are all combination weapons. This type of weapon It’s that you can’t judge it from its appearance.”

Mizusawa asked: "Then do you have any advice for me?"

"If I were you, I would choose this."

Senior picked up a green bow.

"Of course it would look better with a coat of gold paint."

The author has something to say: Mizusawa: So when you travel, do you send postcards home?

Senior: Meow meow? ? ?