Looking at Great Black Vulture's honest, simple face, his plain, unadorned thick lips, and that big bald head radiating straightforward sincerity right from the scalp, Lin Qi immediately broke into a dazzling smile. "Young man, what a sturdy young man! And a very fortunate young man at that! Great Black Vulture, what weapons do you like to use?"
Lin Qi looked warmly at Great Black Vulture, who stood three heads taller than himself, smiling until his eyes narrowed into slits.
Great Black Vulture looked at Lin Qi, instinctively took a step back in fear, then spoke in a deep, muffled voice. "Short swords, javelins, and ram shields. The heavier, the better. Especially ram shields—I like ones with curved bull-horn rams, at least two thousand jin in weight."
Lin Qi's smile grew even brighter. Before so many of Old Thunder Roc's sons, he drew a weighty saint-artifact-grade short sword, a set of six magical javelins barely over a meter long but each weighing a hundred jin, and a round heavy shield only three chi across. At its center was a conical spiral ram, incomparably sharp, inscribed with thirty-six layers of curses—including powerful runes for weakness, paralysis, tearing, unending bleeding, deadly poison, and more.
The shield was only half an inch thick, yet it weighed a full eight thousand jin. It was a genuine mid-grade saint-artifact-grade holy shield.
Old Thunder Roc knew quality. As one of the great chieftains of the central-northern Black Spirit Continent, he naturally recognized the shield's value. He gave the round shield a deep look, then grinned. Before Lin Qi could speak, he seized Great Black Vulture's hand. "Dear Great Black Vulture, hurry and thank Lord Lin Qi. Ah, what a wonderful gift! Lord Lin Qi is a generous man—you must remember his kindness."
Before Lin Qi could