Chapter 8 Buying a Knife

Bruch stepped into the weapon shop in one step, and the shop was filled with all kinds of weapons.

In addition to controlled weapons such as muskets, there are many kinds of cold weapons.

Knives, axes, sticks, and the most bizarre thing is a thing that looks like a fire stick.

Hmm?

Wait, that seems to be a fire stick.

Looking at the traces of fire and carbon ash on the black stick, he could feel the heat slightly when standing next to it.

Or it was just used...

Bruch then looked at the owner of the weapon shop standing behind the counter and said:

"Hello, do you have any good knives here?"

The owner of the weapon shop, whose nose was slightly rosy, raised his sleepy eyelids, looked at Bruch, and casually pointed to the dazzling array of knives hanging on the wall.

Then he lay down again and continued to sleep.

Bruch's mouth twitched slightly:

"Is this person so ruthless? Aren't you afraid that the weapon shop will be emptied when you wake up?"

Then he looked at the swords hanging on the wall, and picked up the ones that looked good to try.

However, although these swords are good, they are not much better than his navy standard saber.

He walked to the owner of the weapons shop, knocked on the counter, woke the owner up and said:

"Boss, do you have any good swords here? These swords don't look very good."

The owner of the weapons shop raised his sleepy eyelids again, rubbed them, and said:

"It's the navy. I have a treasure of the town here, but the price is..."

As he said that, the owner of the weapons shop took out a long sword with a black scabbard and a golden blade from the counter. The long sword looked about one meter long.

He pulled out the long sword. The entire blade was in the style of a small T-shaped knife. The back of the blade was black, and the entire blade was quite gorgeous.

"Kuaishou Xuezou, although my store is not a famous store, this is the most expensive and best sword in my store."

As he said that, the owner of the weapons shop stretched out a finger and shook it, and then continued:

"The price is only one million Baileys."

Hearing that the previous part was fine, he was also very satisfied with the knife, but when he heard the price, he was completely shocked.

One million Baileys, how long would it take him to save up enough without eating or drinking? It seems that he has no chance of getting this knife.

The owner of the weapon shop looked at Bruch, who was obviously shocked by the price, and asked carefully:

"Um, how much money did you bring?"

Bruch stretched out his fingers to make a seven.

Looking at the shape made by Bruch, the owner of the weapon shop pinched his chin with one hand, frowned and said:

"Seven hundred thousand Baileys? Although it's a bit of a loss, if I add a little more, it's eight hundred thousand, too."

Bruch felt his face getting slightly hot. He touched the bridge of his nose, interrupted the owner of the weapon shop, and said:

"Um, sorry, boss, let me interrupt, it's not seven hundred thousand, it's seventy thousand Baileys."

After that, Bruch glanced at the owner of the weapon shop a little embarrassedly.

The owner of the weapon shop looked at Bruch and said angrily:

"You want a good knife for 70,000 Baileys? There, there are 50,000 Baileys each. Just pick one and don't bother me."

The owner quickly put away the snow, covered his head, and continued to sleep. He decided that except for this guy to pay, he would not say another word.

Bruch looked at the owner's actions a little embarrassed, and then walked to the side of the weapons inserted in the wooden barrel.

He suddenly remembered that in the original book, there was a famous knife in this barrel of knives worth 50,000 Baileys.

Bruch searched for it with a little excitement.

Then he touched a knife with a strange smell, took it out and looked at it slightly.

This knife looks very ordinary, but the strange smell has been lingering in his palm.

Then he pulled out the knife!

Cho!

After a slight sound, the atmosphere in the room suddenly became a little depressed.

The blade of the knife was in the shape of a purple flame pattern, and the whole knife exuded a cold aura.

"That's it."

At this moment, the owner of the weapon shop was awakened by this aura.

He looked up at Bruch, or more precisely, at the knife in his hand, and said in horror:

"No, I can't sell you that knife."

Bruch looked at the boss's somewhat horrified expression and asked:

"Why?"

The owner of the weapon shop said: "This knife is a demon sword. All the owners who have owned it are dead. This is an ominous blade. In short, other knives are fine, but this one is not."

Bruch looked at the knife in his hand and asked: "What is the name of this demon sword?"

The owner of the weapon shop thought for a while and said: "This knife is a demon sword of the Kitetsu clan. The first generation Kitetsu ranks among the 12 supreme swords, the second generation Kitetsu ranks among the 21 great swords, and this one is the third generation Kitetsu."

"The third generation Kitetsu!"

Bruch touched the flame pattern on the knife, which felt very good and he liked it very much.

"Then let me try, do I have the qualifications to be your master!"

After saying that, red blood mist emerged from Bruch's right hand, and the vigorous momentum made his long hair fly backwards, and the entire blade of the Third Generation Kitetsu was also covered with a layer of red blood mist.

"This, this navy has a strong murderous aura."

The owner of the weapons store looked at Bruch with some surprise.

After a while, Bruch put away his aura and turned back into the appearance of a big boy next door.

The blood color on the sword of the Third Generation Ghost also slowly changed back.

At this time, the weapon shop owner looked at the Third Generation Ghost in Bruch's hand with a surprised look on his face.

"It has changed, it has actually changed."

Yes, the purple flame patterns on the blade of the Third Generation Kitetsu's blade have all turned into blood red, and there is no trace of the aura of the entire blade. There is no longer the weird aura that it had just when it was pulled out.

The weapon shop owner looked at Bruch in surprise and said:

"You, you actually made Guiche recognize you as your master. I have never heard of such a thing."

With that said, the weapons store owner walked out from behind the counter, his short figure just reaching Bruch's waist.

He looked carefully at Bruch, and then at the Third Generation Kitetsu, and then felt relieved.

"You are truly the most special swordsman I have ever met. I won't charge you for this sword. It will be given to you. I hope you will treat it well."

After saying that, the weapons store owner took a step forward and walked back behind the counter.

Bruch looked at the weapon shop owner in surprise. Fifty thousand beli was not a small amount in this world. It was enough for an ordinary family to live for half a month.

It was really generous to just give it to him.

"Thank you, boss, then I'll leave first!"

Bruch said while looking at the weapon shop owner who was about to go to sleep again.

The weapon shop owner returned to his sleepy state, waved his hand and said:

"Ah, welcome next time, Navy."

In this way, Bruch walked out of the door of the weapons store with satisfaction, and there was a demon sword called the Third Generation Ghost in his waist.