Chapter 1091 A Sword of Enmity

After hearing this, I wondered: "Since it's so hard, why don't you just resign and return to being an ordinary adventurer?"

Donald smiled bitterly: "Resigning from your position and returning to ordinary life is easy to say, but very difficult to do."

"Is it because you feel reluctant to give up?" I asked.

"No," he shook his head: "It's because my subordinates, my disciples, and those who depend on me for a living, they won't agree."

President Steel Hammer patted his shoulder sympathetically and asked the waiter to add a few more bottles of wine and ask for strong drinks.

He said: One drink will solve a thousand worries.

In fact, everyone present understood that he was greedy for wine and used Commander Donald's distress as an excuse to relieve his worries of not drinking for three days.

While eating, I took off my sword and leaned against the wall.

Donald looked at Odachi and said, "I've been wanting to ask you a question these days."

"what is the problem?"

Donald said: "Is this a knife or a flagpole?"

"Knife" I said: "A genuine knife, an Odachi type."

"It turns out to be a knife," Donald said. "Please forgive me for being rude, but it really looks like a flagpole. It's so long, so straight, and it doesn't have any patterns or decorations on it."

With a click, the tip of the Odachi crushed a small piece of the floor.

It seems that Odachi is very dissatisfied with using himself as a flagpole.

I looked at the crushed wooden floor, frowned in distress, and said, "I'm really sorry, I will compensate for this floor."

"No, it doesn't matter." Donald said: "The boss here is an old friend of mine. I will tell him. However, your knife is really heavy. It can crush the floor when it is left alone. I can try it with you." The knife?"

When Commander Donald said this, I couldn't help but hesitate. Now Odachi was unhappy because of his words. If an accident happened unexpectedly during the sword test, how could I continue to stay in Yana City?

I declined politely: "Commander Donald, I'm really sorry. It's not that I don't want you to try the knife, but this knife is really heavy."

However, as soon as I said this, I regretted it.

Among the orcs, except for a few such as the fox tribe, rat tribe, and rabbit tribe, which are not known for their strength, most of the other races are proud of their strong strength.

Commander Donald in front of him has a square face, a broad nose, thick gray hair, and a pair of pointed ears that can only be found in cats. No matter how he looks, he does not look like a descendant of the fox tribe, rat tribe, or rabbit tribe. On the contrary, he looks more like a descendant of the fox tribe, rat tribe, or rabbit tribe. It is the king of beasts - the lion clan.

However, the lion's hair should be golden.

Just when I was thinking about what words to use to round off the provocative words just now, Donald stood up from his seat and took a few steps to the Odachi. He smiled at me and said, "I know you. My advice is out of good intentions, but as an orc, I’m still very confident in my own strength, ehhhhh!!!”

At this moment, he grasped the blade of the Odachi tightly with both hands and lifted it upward with force. However, the Odachi did not move at all.

Then, he let go of his hand, took a few breaths, spit on his palms, rubbed his palms together, exhaled again, put on a rather imposing posture, and then stretched out his hand again and raised it!

The Odachi still stayed firmly on the ground, as if embedded in the floor.

"Uh-huh. Uh-huh~" Finally, Donald gave up and sat down on the ground, panting.

After a while, he stood up from the ground, stretched out his hand to wipe his sweat, and said: "The weight of your knife is really beyond my imagination!"

I chuckled twice and thought to myself: If you don't make Odachi angry, I guess you can lift it up with one finger.

I want to think about it, but I can't say it, and even if I say it, he probably won't believe it.

What? Does the knife have a soul? Don't tease me, okay! After all, I am also a person who has read books!

I think he will answer this way.

After eating, I easily put the knife on my back. When Donald saw this action, his eyes changed.

Along the way, he rarely told us about the customs and customs here. When we were approaching the hotel, he said to me: "It's really difficult for you to carry such a heavy knife every day."

I:

Wren arrived here at noon on the third day.

After meeting, he said to me: "I have been trying to sneak into the forbidden area of ​​the Elf Palace recently, and I wasted some time."

I waved my hand and said, "It's okay. Just come. By the way, did you bring the tools for torture?"

Ren shook his head.

"It's a pity," I said, "This will take away a lot of the fun of torture."

"No less," Ren said, "I can customize a set of prototype tools locally."

"Customized now?" I thought for a while and said, "Is there enough time?"

"It's enough," Ren said: "It only requires dozens of parts."

Then, he explained: "My torture tools are all composed of a variety of parts."

"That's good, how much does it cost?" I asked.

Ren thought for a while: "A few gold coins are enough."

I took out twenty gold coins from my pocket and handed them to him: "You use them first, and the rest can be used as drink money."

After taking the gold coins, Ren turned and left.

After that, I went directly to the hospital. In the ward, Mi Lulu was doing simple movements such as squatting up.

"What about exercise?" I said.

"You're here." Mi Lulu wiped her sweat, picked up the water glass from the table next to her, and drank it all in one gulp.

"You can go to the ground so soon?" I said, "I remember the pastor said that you need at least a month to recover."

"It doesn't matter," Mi Lulu said, "I know my body best, it's fine."

"It's fine." I looked back and forth in the room several times: "Where are President Aoli and President Steel Hammer?"

"They went drinking."

"Eh? You just left yourself here?" I frowned and said, "These two guys are so irresponsible."

Mi Lulu smiled helplessly and said: "There is nothing we can do. After all, we are all dwarves, and it is our nature to love drinking. Speaking of which, if I had not been injured, I would probably be drinking with them in the tavern right now."

"So," I asked, "Does Princess Aurora like drinking?"

"I like it," Mi Lulu said, "She can drink better than me."

Hey, this is amazing. I remember that Mi Lulu’s drinking capacity alone is equivalent to the combined drinking capacity of President Aoli and President Steel Hammer. Princess Aurora is actually a better drinker than Mi Lulu. Look at how little she is. With her thin arms and legs, it’s hard to imagine that she could have such a huge drinking capacity. She really can’t be judged by her appearance!

"When you get better, let's go drink." I don't know why, I suddenly wanted to say this.

I thought Mi Lulu would agree quickly, but unexpectedly she shook her head.

"What's wrong?" I asked in confusion: "Do you think my drinking capacity is not as good as yours?"

"No." Mi Lulu shook her head, and a trace of determination flashed in her eyes: "Of course you have to drink wine, but after avenging a sword, otherwise, no matter how good the wine is, you will not be able to drink its true sweetness."