Twenty-Six Swords Style
It was evening.
The usually quiet and deserted Water Ghost Forest was suddenly visited by a fully armed force.
They were wearing standard black armor.
Carrying a spear and shield
A sword was hanging at his waist.
They all look very energetic!
They were the guards of Lord Alan of Dawn Town.
These are the true warriors.
At the Paramount Manor.
The patrol team is only responsible for routine duty.
The missions to fight the surrounding monsters were all carried out by Alan and the members of the guard.
This unit has experienced real swords and fire.
Therefore, they stand out from the crowd in terms of temperament.
Today's team leader is Freya.
Despite having prepared herself mentally, the young and beautiful captain of the guard still looked astonished when Roger led her to the colossal creature that had been dead for some time. "This... is too big."
Even the well-trained guards couldn't help but whisper among themselves.
The corpse of the Thunder Dragon was truly shocking.
The sheer size of the gigantic creature, even if it's just a corpse, exudes immense power and intimidation.
Freya circled the Thunder Dragon, raised her Heavy Sword, and slashed at the dragon's scales!
Sizzle!
Sparks flew up.
There was a small nick on the Heavy Sword, but the Thunder Dragon's scales were completely unmarked.
"If this kind of monster were to invade the manor..."
Her face looked rather pale.
Perhaps only the heavy ballistae stolen from the Gray Dwarf could cause it some trouble.
The guards also became restless.
Roger could feel strange gazes falling on him, and he couldn't help but explain, "I didn't kill him."
"It's a necromancer."
He pointed to the two corpses beside him and said:
"They killed the Thunder Dragon."
Freya still looked at Roger with full respect.
She lowered her head slightly:
"But they died at your hands."
"You don't need to explain too much. I understand the necessity of humility, but it doesn't conflict with the fact that you have saved the manor once again."
"I cannot express my gratitude to you in words!"
The others also looked on with respect.
Roger coughed.
He said somewhat embarrassedly:
"There's no need for thanks, after all, I'm also part of the manor."
"Speaking of which..."
"Could you help me carry this guy back?"
This was his real purpose in summoning the guards! Everyone stared at the mountain of corpses.
I couldn't help but doubt my own hearing.
But under Roger's sincere gaze.
They then began to doubt their own physical strength.
Two days later at noon.
After extensively requisitioning more than ten widened oxcarts and horse-drawn carriages from nearby farms.
The massive carcass of the Thunder Dragon was finally delivered to Senluo Farm.
Fortunately, the Thunder Dragon started losing its scales six hours after its death.
This gave everyone the opportunity to dismember the dragon's corpse.
Otherwise, who knows how long it would take.
From the moment the carcass of the Thunder Dragon appeared at the Senluo Farm, a constant stream of people came to visit.
This thing is just too big.
Despite Roger's pretreatment, the hardest scales had been stripped away and the outer fat layer had been scraped clean.
But its magnificent skeleton alone was enough to become a subject that wandering poets eagerly followed.
In a short time.
"Master Roger's bare-handed fight against the Thunder Dragon" became the hottest topic at the Charcoal Fire Inn.
Moreover, the more it was spread, the more outrageous it became.
Version 1.0: Roger cleverly outwits the necromancer, and the master narrowly defeats the Thunder Dragon with his bare hands.
Version 2.0: Roger stomps the necromancer, the master punches the Thunder Dragon.
"Unknown version: The master's breath sealed the fate of the world, and the Thunder Dragon perished in the death."
Sometime later.
As Roger was dealing with the Thunder Dragon's skeleton, the roar of a flying dragon echoed from the horizon.
Then came a hurried voice:
"Roger Roger!"
"They say you sneezed and killed a bunch of necromancers? And accidentally killed a Thunder Dragon?"
Wow... this... is really huge!
Roger stared at Rachel in silence.
The little druid's face displayed an unusually rich range of expressions.
To this, he simply waved his hand dismissively:
"Walk."
"I'll treat you to barbecue."
Roger didn't actually care about the fact that people were talking about him.
What he cared about was that his reputation at the Paramount Manor had already reached 200 points.
There are no Milestone Points as a reward! "But this rumor is way too exaggerated."
"It's impossible to say that no one was pulling the strings behind the scenes."
Roger pursed his lips.
I glanced at the long-dormant option in the skill list.
"Hidden in Plain Sight (1st Ring Feat): The higher your reputation, the more people pay attention to you, the less noticeable your own presence will be" (Note 1).
Silently set the skill status to "on".
Roger happily began his daily work.
The Warehouse that was just built next to the main house.
The turtle eggs were neatly arranged all over the place.
The gargoyle, which had just arranged a square array of turtle eggs, flew over quickly.
It was that familiar tug-of-war with his pants leg again.
It was utterly tasteless.
Roger grabbed his head several times before the guy finally stopped.
Looking at the countless turtle eggs on the Warehouse floor.
Roger felt a great sense of accomplishment.
This is the result of his daily nightly visits to the Water Ghost Forest.
Those female turtles are really stubborn.
Roger stole as many as they would have children.
If the quantity is insufficient, it will definitely be replenished within a week! What kind of spirit is this!
Roger had to admit it.
They are a group of Johnny Turtle who have transcended vulgar tastes.
He adjusted his breathing.
The next second, he suddenly began to move at high speed in the Warehouse! Roger crouched down and swept past the turtle eggs.
His palms moved swiftly.
The airflow is like a column.
Inside the house.
A pleasant "pat pat pat pat pat pat pat" sound rang out.
A few minutes later.
Roger straightened up, his back aching slightly, his face beaming with pleasure.
All the turtle eggs were unharmed.
But he himself.
I've reached the pinnacle of my life!
"You have killed 1 Johnny Turtle Johnny Turtle, bringing your total to 2989. Your milestone - the Longevity Species has broken a new record."
You have gained 4 XP points.
"Your lifespan has increased by 31,536,000 seconds."
"You have completed the fourth Sin Mark, gaining the feat: Lifespan Accumulation Thrice."
"Lifespan Accumulation Thrice: Your actual lifespan will be multiplied by 3."
"I like it simple and straightforward!"
Roger was overjoyed.
But then he thought about it again and realized something was wrong, "In that case..."
"Does this mean my lifespan has now increased to Nine Thousand Years Old?"
"That sounds a little strange."
The hunt for the Johnny Turtle has come to an end.
But you can't resist stealing free turtle eggs.
Roger, unusually, did not show any great sense of loss at saying goodbye to a good brother.
Perhaps it was because the mountain of skeletons outside the farm constantly reminded him—
A new journey is about to begin.
It has to be said.
"Attack Effect: Lightning" is an attribute he cannot refuse.
Not to mention how cool it was to have sparks and lightning all the way through.
Lightning Element is the nemesis of most monsters.
That alone is enough.
Not to mention that Roger also discovered other valuable items on the Thunder Dragon.
However, before that...
He needs to be fully prepared.
Hunting the Thunder Dragon is no joke.
These days, he has been studying the body structure of the Thunder Dragon while writing a research report of more than 30 pages and a hunting plan of more than 60 pages!
And the desire is to become a hunter of Super Giant Monsters.
Special weapons are indispensable.
March 3rd.
Dawn Town.
An ordinary-looking middle-aged man slowly walked into the storefront with a sign that read "Sword and Hammer".
"Is what I asked for ready?"
He got straight to the point.
The shop owner paused for a moment, then quickly nodded and said:
"We've been working overtime all Celestial Capital, and everything you requested is ready!"
The two went to the Warehouse at the back.
The shop owner opened one of the small cubicles.
On the walls of the cubicle.
It was covered with long, thin knives.
The middle-aged man counted them; there were twenty-six knives in total.
"What happened to the promised thirty rounds?"
His voice sounded somewhat displeased.
The shop owner was perplexed:
"We didn't have enough steel. We had to borrow some from the lord's treasury to barely make up the difference."
"The main problem is that the time you gave us was too tight. Our craftsmen don't make many of these Exotic Weapon, so the defect rate is very high..."
After a long while, the person reluctantly nodded.
The shop owner directed several apprentices to pack all the knives into a large box.
The attributes of the knife stroke on the data bar.
"Red Moon (Sword)"
Rating: A+
"Sharpness 8, Sturdiness 5, Weight 5, Balance 7"
Without special skills, Sharpness and Durability are also reduced by 1 point.
But it's enough.
This is the solution Roger found for Red Moon.
Since the blade is so brittle and there's no immediate way to improve it, let's try a different approach.
Just make it a consumable! Before winter arrived, he disguised himself and placed an order at the blacksmith's workshop.
25,000 Copper Coin were scattered.
Today marks the beginning of the harvest season.
"Yes, there are twenty-six knives in total."
"From now on, I am the founder of the ' Twenty-Six Swords Style '."
Roger indulged in a slightly childish fantasy.
"What about the other things?"
He asked the shop owner.
The latter quickly took a box from the shelf in the cubicle.
The box contained a roll of fine silver thread.
The silver thread connects to the finger cots at both ends.
"Dragon Binding Silk (Weapon Exclusively for the Hidden Hero)"
(Note 1. This is a specialty I've had since 001. Some brothers asked me about its effectiveness before, so I'm finally showing it off.)