I draw a card first

Chapter 106 The Last Elegy
"Boom, boom, boom..."

The dull hour chiming of the old-fashioned grandfather clock kept echoing in his ears, and Ai Wen, who was lying on the bed, slowly opened his eyes.

"Huh? Is it dawn?"

Squinting his slightly hazy eyes, looking at the slightly hazy sunlight outside the window, he shook his head in a daze, as if something strange had been stuffed into his head, and then moved his inexplicably tired body.

"Hey... the quality of sleep is absolutely amazing!"

The content of the dream kept fading in my mind, and finally only some vague memories remained.

Aiwen always feels that he has some new changes now, but when he looks at his body that has not turned into a skeleton, he is a little confused.

Finally, he decided to get up and wash up first.
Washed his face and brushed his teeth, made some breakfast, searched in the closet, and changed into a slightly old clothes. Aiwen casually threw the clothes he wore yesterday into the trash can at the door, then pressed his hat, pushed it away The door went out.

Today's first goal is to get a handy weapon.

It is estimated that battles with monsters will be indispensable in the future, and in an era when such hot weapons are not very easy to use, excellent cold weapons have obviously become the only choice.

Well, whenever this happens, he can't help but think of a "reliable" antique dealer.

I believe that with the glimpse in the other party's basement yesterday, the old profiteer will definitely have some real good things there.
Arrizo Antique Store.

"Welcome. Why is it you again?"

Ze Ruiwen, an old antique dealer who changed to rubbing a delicate porcelain vase today, widened his eyes, watching a certain annoying guy appear in front of his eyes again today.

You guy, are you always grabbing a sheep and pulling it hard?
He wanted to get angry, but he really couldn't beat the opponent, so the old man simply hummed, pretended not to see and continued to wipe the bottle.

However, the first sentence that Ivan spoke next successfully changed his attitude.

"Get me a good weapon, money is not a problem!"

Throwing a piece of natural dog's head gold the size of a fist casually, the old man was immediately refreshed by the appearance of the color, and grabbed the cute Huang Chengcheng in his hand like a vicious dog rushing for food.

Well, that's right, someone picked up money every day again.

I picked this up from the river beach last night when I was walking back along the river. At that time, Ivan was speechless while holding the gold nugget that was dangling on the ground.

Is the golden rule this simple and rude now?
You can change it to gems and jewelry, and cover it up a little bit, it's fine for the occasion!

In short, Aiwen, who is destined to be not short of money in this life, easily settled the little dissatisfaction of the old antique dealer, and the old man who made another fortune closed the shop graciously, and invited him to the secret room he had been to last time.

When he came to this secret room again, the old man habitually stretched out his hand without even thinking about it, and touched the seemingly cold sword on the wall.

"cough!"

Ivan coughed, and then stared playfully at this profiteer who specialized in selling fake goods. The old antique dealer immediately retracted his hand and smiled awkwardly.

"Sorry, sorry, I'm used to it!"

As he spoke, he took a few quick steps and pulled a two-meter-high dark red wooden cabinet from the corner.

As the wooden cabinet exuding a strong smell of maintenance grease was opened, some weapons were quietly placed inside. The old profiteer took them all out, and then placed them one by one on the wooden table for restoring antiques.

They are a two-handed sword, a one-handed sword, a stabbing sword, a double-edged axe, a broad-bladed long knife and two daggers.

Judging from the texture, these things obviously have some years, but they exude the perfection of time brewing like fine wine, which is not comparable to those that look good on the wall but are actually made of pig iron.

"These are excellent weapons collected by my family for generations, and each one has a legendary story behind it"

Touching these cold murderous weapons with his fingertips, the old profiteer's eyes couldn't help becoming gentle.

That feeling was like looking at each of the peerless beauties, with their icy luster and bone-piercing coolness, he couldn't help being fascinated by them and fascinated by them.

Aiwen noticed that his subconscious expression didn't seem to be fake, but his impression of the old man changed a little.

Obviously, to be able to inherit the profession of antique dealer from generation to generation, this guy is not only good at selling fakes, but he really loves this business from the bottom of his heart, and loves these treasures that have accumulated time and stories.

Although someone is not interested in things like the stories behind the weapons, but from the perspective of the weapons themselves, these things are indeed very good.

It may not be as hard as the COS Han sword that exploded, nor is it as cool as the laser sword, but at least it is not inferior to those long swords produced by Xiongshiling.

In a world where gods and demons are not manifesting their holiness and extraordinary beings are flying all over the sky, it is not easy to reach this level.

Picking them up one by one and waving them a few times, someone quickly ruled out the lighter ones first.

After all, his main means of confronting the enemy now is still relying on his own terrifying strength. Obviously, only relatively heavy weapons can better reflect his superiority in strength.

And it is not heavy, just like the two daggers, he holds them like toothpicks, too light and not good for the hand, and it is not conducive to performance.

So Aiwen's eyes quickly skipped other weapons, and fell on the three weapons of the two-handed sword, the double-edged axe, and the broad-bladed long knife.

After a little hesitation, he reached out and picked up the largest and heaviest two-handed sword.

Looking carefully, you can see that this large sword, which is made of some unknown alloy that is slightly black, should be about 1.5 meters in length, and the widest part even reaches an exaggerated 10 centimeters.

The complex and fine, rune-like natural texture spreads all over the entire body of the sword, together with the handguard carefully carved into the shape of wings and the counterweight of an angel, it doesn't look like a terrible weapon, but more like a sword. A beautiful piece of art.

The more I look at it, the more I like it, and someone immediately decides - that's it!
"Only an extraordinary being like you can be worthy of this weapon."

The old antique dealer looked at the two-handed sword with some reluctance.

It was in the collection of his grandfather's generation, the oldest weapon lying here, from a fallen noble family.

At the same time, it is also the only weapon that has never seen "blood".

Because it was exaggerated to a terrifying weight of nearly forty pounds, which is really not something normal humans can bear. It would be difficult for ordinary people to pick it up, let alone use it as a weapon.

So this sword seems to have been kept as a decoration since it was forged, and it used its exaggerated weight to boast of its owner's bravery.

Now, the weapon finally has a new owner who can wield it.

The old antique dealer thought, if the weapon has intelligence, it should be very happy at this moment, right?
Ai Wen didn't think so much and complicated, but just felt that the weight of this thing was really handy.

Even for his terrifying strength, this can still only be regarded as a "light weapon", the kind used with one hand, but at least, it can fully exert the destructive power that matches his strength.

If such a large sword wheel passes by, a monster like yesterday's can be easily split into two pieces, and there is no chance of struggling!
"Does it have a name?"

Alvin's question stunned the old antique dealer.

He lowered his head and thought hard, and finally found it from the corner of his memory. At that time, he was a child, from the down-and-out nobleman who smelled of alcohol, when he sent the sword, he heard the other party name spoken with mixed emotions
- "It's called, The Last Dirge"

(End of this chapter)