Chapter 1895 The Little Princess’s Mad Dog Mode

In the next few days in Fort Vicky, in addition to the daily practice of Xilan sword techniques and self-created sword techniques, there was also an additional practice of condensing killing intent. This training originated from the insistence of Odachi. Tell me, if you want to become stronger, killing intent is an essential element.

In addition to practicing sword skills and killing intent, there is one more thing I must do every day, and that is to use the communication crystal to contact Phoenix and the others.

Due to the time difference between the two places, and in order not to disturb the rest of Phoenix and others, I had to choose to have the conversation with them late at night, because the late night in Wychburg happened to be the early morning in Moonlight City.

Apart from the above, all I have to do is listen and be studied.

Listen to Philed Alexander tell stories about his time, listen to Alexander explain the use of ancient characters, study the ancient characters on my left arm, take some of them he knows, and tell them to Master Dewey, Master Hall and me.

All in all, life these days has been extremely monotonous.

A few days later, Master Dewey showed me the forged meteorite war hammer, meteorite gauntlet and meteorite dagger.

I tried the weight of the warhammer and found that it was much heavier than the warhammer Cagalli was using now. Moreover, the unique silver-white luster of meteorite iron and the simple patterns engraved on the hammer's handle and hammer head made it even more noble and simple.

"This warhammer is really great!" I admired sincerely.

"It was built by a direct disciple of Master Claude," Master Dewey said. Then he sighed again, with uncontrollable disappointment on his face: "It's a pity that Master Claude is missing. If he is still here, Even if these three weapons are not magic weapons, they will definitely be enchanted weapons."

"Don't be sad," I comforted him: "Although Master Claude is missing, there is no sign that he is dead. As long as a person is not dead, there is still a possibility of returning to his hometown."

"I hope he still has a pure heart."

The completion of the forging of the three weapons heralded my departure from Fort Wych and headed towards my next destination.

My next destination is a piece of wasteland between Fred Alexander's cenotaph and Fred Rupert's mausoleum, where the real tomb of Fred Alexander is hidden.

But before that, I have to go back to Moonlight City.

I want to personally give three weapons to Phoenix and the others. In addition, there are a lot of specialties from Fort Vicky bought by Master Dewey, and a volume of well-preserved historical documents.

Master Dewey specifically told me to personally present this volume of ancient documents to Her Majesty the Fairy Queen, which can be regarded as some compensation to the Fairy Tribe. After all, he 'robbed' their ancestors.

Lying on the bed, looking at the ever-changing clouds through the window, I thought silently in my heart: Sure enough, Master Dewey is a person who pays attention to scenes, and his huge wealth has not wiped out his conscience. He does not need to compensate. Anything in the Fairy Tribe, after all, this is a world of jungle. If you are strong, you have a reason to take everything. If you are weak, you can only be forced to lose everything. If the positions of Master Dewey and the Fairy Queen are reversed, the Fairy Queen will Will he return precious historical documents to Master Dewey out of guilt?

To be honest, I can't answer this question.

At least I'm sure that judging from what the Fairy Queen is doing now, she can't possibly do better than Master Dewey.

Some people say that goblins are greedy, shrewd and cunning.

But through constant contact and the return of historical documents, it can be seen that the goblins are not greedy at their core as people say, but only out of people's jealousy.

The reason why goblins love money is because they cannot become adventurers and can only prove their worth by amassing money.

And shrewdness and cunning are just slanderous words made by people who are jealous of the goblin's means of making money.

In fact, goblins are a very tolerant and benevolent race.

Although they are good at amassing money, they often spend huge amounts of money on charity.

In Zefeng Continent, nearly 60% of orphanages, nursing homes, hope colleges and other charitable institutions are fully funded by the goblins, and their huge funds are funded on time and on time every year.

It's just that half of this huge amount of money will fall into the hands of local nobles, and some will be embezzled by local bullies. In the end, what is left is only a small amount of money that is just enough to satisfy one's hunger.

However, after the goblins learned the truth, they still chose to continue funding these charities.

Perhaps in the eyes of others, their behavior is a waste of money and goodwill, but in the eyes of the goblins, at least a small part of the funds is used for homeless orphans, so that they do not have to live on the streets, freezing and starving. die.

And they believe that one day, those evil people who withhold charity money will be punished by God!

This is the goblin.

The airship arrived at Moonlight City at noon the next day.

He was alone holding weapons, carrying his luggage, dragging his sack, and slowly stepped off the airship.

The director of the Moonlight City Airship Base trotted over and wanted to help me carry my luggage and lighten my burden. Unexpectedly, he was directly pressed under the heavy luggage and sprained his waist.

I can only smile bitterly at this. Although you have good intentions, how can you, an ordinary person, carry my luggage?

First, I sent this overestimating airship commander back to the infirmary, and then I found a dwarf adventurer from the magic airship escort team to share some of the packages for me.

These dwarf adventurers are all strong. Not to mention my packages, it is not difficult even for me to carry them.

After returning home successfully, it turned out that no one had returned yet. There was only Mr. Taylor who was drunk, Princess Analita who was applying a facial mask, and little Princess Analita who looked extremely bored.

Seeing me coming back, little princess Analetta jumped over to me.

Don't think that she is little Remi who will throw herself into my arms and act like a baby. She is little Princess Analetta.

Just when she was about to fall into my arms, she suddenly clenched her fist and hit me hard in the stomach.

Look, let me tell you, the little princess is not so enthusiastic. She seems to be rushing towards me with enthusiasm, there must be a conspiracy!

I didn't care about the fists from the little princess.

Although you, little girl, are an adventurer, you are not very strong. No matter how hard this punch is, it will not hurt or itch me.

Sure enough, the little princess's seemingly ferocious fist hit my stomach hard, but it couldn't even shake the outermost layer of fat, let alone the inner muscles.

Seeing that I had no reaction, the little princess turned on the mad dog mode and punched and kicked me in the stomach to vent her excess energy and endless boredom.

Princess Analita narrowed her eyes, glanced at me, and said in a weird voice: "Ah, no wonder my sister is so crazy, it turns out Xiao Yi is back."