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One of them looked like a crow, but was bigger than a crow. On its black head, a pair of dark eyes shone like obsidian.

Ronan pointed and asked, "What kind of bird is that?"

Ilsa said: "The raven is a very important bird in Britain. There is a legend that if the raven leaves the Tower of London one day, Britain will perish. The royal family has a special raven officer who is responsible for taking care of the ravens in the Tower of London. crow."

Ronan nodded: "I heard that the transitional crow."

I may have seen it before, but I didn't pay attention to it, thinking that the raven was a crow.

Ronan looked at the raven within his vision, and there was nothing special about it.

That raven tilted its chubby head, and its black eyes seemed to be looking at him too!

When he came near the booth, Ronan stared at the raven deliberately, but the raven didn't seem to be afraid, and still stared at him.

Ilsa asked: "Is this raven for sale?"

The stall owner is a sloppy old man with tattoos. Because of loose skin, the tattoos are so ugly that you can’t distinguish the patterns: "All the birds here are for sale! My birds are different, they all have spirituality!"

Ronan looked back: "They are all ordinary birds."

The old man boasted: "This one is different! It's the raven in the Tower of London!" He lifted the cage over and pointed to the raven: "Look, how smooth is the adult raven's feathers? The mouth is as hard as a chisel! The eyes Like gems! Ravens in the Tower of London, spiritual ones!"

He blew harder: "I tell you, it can hunt for treasure, and it has found diamonds!"

When Ronan looked at the raven just now, he thought of one thing. It seems that the mastery of taming has never been used—Jess, who was far away in Los Angeles, suddenly turned cold—can it work on birds?

"Are you sure this is the raven in the Tower of London?" Ilsa said coldly: "Everyone lives in London, don't tell such low-level lies! There are only seven ravens living in the Tower of London, six defend the kingdom, and one Only as an alternate!"

The tattooed old man didn't change his face: "This one often flies to the Tower of London. I caught it near the Tower of London. It's not wrong to say that it is a raven from the Tower of London."

Ronan said, "Make an offer."

Tattooed old man holds out a finger.

Ronan understood: "100 pounds?"

"A thousand pounds!" said the old man.

Ronan pulled Ilsa: "Go!"

A thousand pounds is an insignificant amount of money for both of them, but coming here is like shopping, shopping is fun.

The two turned around and left.

After walking a few steps, the tattooed old man shouted from behind: "500 pounds!" Seeing the two people, he didn't look back at all: "100 pounds, sold to you!"

Ronan turned back, counted five banknotes to him, picked up the cage and left.

Ilsa asked curiously, "What did you buy the raven for?"

Ronan said: "See if you can tame it, I forgot to tell you, I am a beast tamer."

Taming Mastery: With whips, chains, and the right perks, even the more spiritual animals can be tamed!

Not wanting to go anywhere else, Ronan bought a whip and chains here.

As for the proper benefits?Does roast beef count?

If it can't be domesticated, it can only mean one thing - this raven has no spirituality!

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Chapter 165 Bird Bombs, Arms, Black Water, and the Starving Priest (7000)

Tear off a small piece of roast beef, Ronan threw it to the chained raven, the raven caught it and swallowed it, staring at Ronan with dark eyes, making an ugly cry.

"Ah! Ah..."

Ronan pointed to a pen on the table: "Pick it up!"

Raven stared at Ronan, still shouting: "Ah!"

Ronan's little leather whip twitched, and it exploded above the raven like firecrackers, crackling!

The raven was startled immediately, flew up, and dropped a black feather.

He wanted to escape, but he was dragged back by the chains on his paws within three meters of his flight.

Ronan picked up the whip, and slapped it again!

The raven flew around in fright.

Ilsa came out of the kitchen with breakfast, looked at the flying ravens, and asked, "No?"

Ronan threw away the small leather whip and said, "This bird has no soul!"

Ilsa smiled and went back to the kitchen to get the knife and fork.

The raven fluttered its wings and wanted to fly towards the restaurant, but was dragged back by the chains.

Ronan shook his head, and said to Ilsa: "I'll cook at noon, and I'll treat you to a roasted raven." He said solemnly, "I'll go to the backyard to dig some soil, let the blood out, remove the internal organs and put seasonings, no need to pluck the hair, The raven is wrapped in mud and baked directly in the oven."

"Ah! Ah—" the raven cried again.

Ronan took out a small piece of roast beef and pointed to the pen on the table: "Last chance, grab it here!"

After coming back in the early morning, he was training the birds, but he didn't make any progress, and his patience was exhausted.

It's still easy to use Jess, just do what you want to do.

Ronan was taken aback, why did this kind of thing come to Jess?

It feels weird.

"Success!" Ilsa said suddenly.

Ronan came back to his senses and found that the raven opened his mouth to pick up the pen, flew towards him, and then dropped the pen.

Dark eyes stared at the piece of roast beef.

Ronan pointed to his shoulder, and shook the strip of meat in his hand.

The raven landed, pecked at the strips of meat, and ate them.

Ilsa came over at this moment.

Ronan waited for the raven to finish eating the meat, then shook his pen and pointed at Ilsa: "Give it to her."

The raven took the pen in its mouth, flapped its wings, and gave the pen to Ilsa.

Ilsa also took out a small piece of meat and fed it to the raven: "Are you really a beast tamer?"

Ronan said: "You can only tame spiritual animals." He pointed to the raven: "This bird is too stupid and lacks spirituality. It wastes so much time. If it doesn't understand, it will be roasted and eaten!"

It was the first time to really master taming, and Ronan had some experience. Taming is a big stick in one hand and a carrot in the other.

After breakfast, Ronan and Ilsa got into the car and went out of the city to find an open space to continue practicing the bird.

For example, Ronan let him grab C4 and send it to the designated place, trying to see the maximum weight it can grab.

The raven is much bigger than the crow. It may have eaten the demonized barbecue cooked by the soul. After more than two hours of practice, its strength seems to have increased.

During this period, Ronan caught several ordinary birds, and taming didn't work.

Spiritual animals are the premise.

Standing on the lawn, watching Ronan let the raven send C4 tirelessly to distinguish between the enemy and the enemy, Ilsa said: "Druids summon animals to assist in the attack. They can only roughly designate a target, and there is no way to fine-tune the operation."

Ronan took back the C4 without the detonator installed, and said vaguely: "My ability is learned from the ancient Indian hunter system."

Ilsa asked: "The Indians still have extraordinary heritage?"

Ronan simply said: "Not only is there a supernatural inheritance, I also discovered the ancient god of the Indians, a strange feathered snake, which is sleeping and has a sense of consciousness."

He unchained the raven's feet, and at the same time picked up a stone and held it in his hand.

Ilsa could see clearly that if the raven didn't come back after flying away, her life would definitely be lost.

"Don't fly away!" Ronan shook his hand, and the raven flew into the sky.

As for whether the language barrier will cause misunderstandings, it is out of his consideration. The big deal is to have a picnic at noon and eat roasted ravens.

After circling a few times in the sky, the raven landed again.

Driving back, Ilsa glanced at Raven in the back seat and asked, "Don't you have a name?"

Ronan shook his head resolutely: "I can't name it, since naming it creates bonds and feelings. How can I let it be cannon fodder?"

Ilsa couldn't refute, and could only say: "The animal protectors will definitely break your head after listening."

In the afternoon, Ronan specially went to check in the pet plane.

After another night in London, Ronan boarded a plane to Rabat early the next morning.

Then, I bought a van and headed southwest to Bouznika, a small port town near Casablanca.

The disguise switched to the face dealing with Yuri, and when he came to a large courtyard on the outskirts of the city, Ronan let the raven fly: "Go and see if there is an ambush."

The raven flew towards the sky above the compound according to what he pointed out, and soon flew back.

Ronan tossed it a morsel of meat.

Raven called: "Ah! Ah——"

Ronan shook his head, thinking that it really is only suitable for making a bird body bomb!

He couldn't see what the raven saw in the air, and he couldn't understand what the raven called.

Ronan put the bird in a cage, covered it with a box, drove towards the compound, waited for the distance to get closer, concentrated, and listened to the sounds in the compound.

Nothing unusual was found.

When the car came to the gate of the compound, a guard opened the small gate and came out. Luo Nan shouted at the people: "Tell Yuri, an old friend is here!"

The guard was someone Ronan had seen before, so he took a closer look and asked someone to open the gate.

After entering the yard, Ronan still listened carefully, and the car stopped in front of the warehouse.

After the door opened, Yuri came out and shook hands with Ronan: "Friend, we meet again."

Ronan picked up the bag and said, "Yurui, I miss you very much, especially your weapon."

You Rui led Ronan into the warehouse: "My friend, as long as you have enough money, just tell me what you want."

He pointed to the mountains of ammunition in the warehouse: "Here are all kinds of weapons I prepared for my good friends in Africa."

Ronan has to consider the actual carrying capacity of the ring space: "There are three Vulcan cannons that can be carried, equipped with corresponding ammunition. RPG7..."

Speaking of this, I simply changed my words: "Is there RPG29?"

Yuri patted the ammunition box at hand: "Of course! When the Red Empire disintegrated, too many RPG29 came out, and I have a batch of the best quality here."

"Six! Equipped with armor-piercing shells!" Ronan thought for a while, then asked, "Are there any Javelin anti-tank missiles?"

Seeing You Rui nodded, he said, "Four sets!"

This thing has a longer range than RPG and can be used to deal with distant targets.

Grenades, mines, stun grenades, incendiary bombs, and smoke grenades are essential.

There are guns and bullets and so on.

Finally, Ronan looked at the ring space and said, "One more ton of C4!"

Yuri is the same as before, only selling goods, regardless of the purpose, as long as the money is enough.

Over the years, the weapons he obtained from Eastern Europe and US military bases have been sold to many armed groups.

Yuri asked his men to pick and deliver weapons.

Ronan handed him the large suitcase, and Yuri then ordered some money.

It is full of large denominations of euros, and arms dealers who have achieved Yuri's level have their own channels for laundering.

Yuri took out a dozen of money from the box, returned it to Ronan, closed the box and put it aside: "That's enough."

Ronan stuffed the money in the bag he was carrying: "Have you been active in North Africa and the Middle East recently?"

"The situation here is turbulent, and there is an arms market when there is turmoil." You Rui stroked the hairline that was further back: "There will be no chaos in Eastern Europe for the time being. I have a lot of goods, and the markets in the Middle East and Central Africa are huge."

Ronan looked around: "Most of them are Soviet-made weapons."