AWB Chapter 330: Can you give a better gift than His Highness?
Chapter 330: Can you give a better gift than His Highness?
After Miss revealed Petra's life story, Shana's eyes softened.
"So she's the granddaughter of that demihuman grandfather. No wonder they all have the same ears."
"What a cute tail, can I touch it?"
"I was wrong to glare at you before. I'm sorry."
After accepting Shana's apology, Petra felt a little disappointed for some reason.
Her worried look seemed to say, "She's just a friend's granddaughter, is that all?"
. . . . .
As a reward for clearing the final lord of the dungeon, Miss only took the magic sword.
After he truly held the magic sword in his hands, he finally understood the true value of "the lifelong pursuit of all swordsmen".
It is said that the Demon Sword was formed after the death of a powerful demon, and the demon's soul will sleep in the sword.
Just by holding it in his hand, Miss felt as if he had the help of a demon general.
If the devil in the sword could be awakened, perhaps its strength could be doubled.
"Of course, if the demon in the sword is not a legend..."
Miss learned from Cassius that so far, no magic sword with awakened demon spirit has appeared.
Maybe the evil spirit in the sword itself doesn't exist.
A few days later, everyone was getting closer and closer to the exit of the dungeon.
The number of adventurers encountered is increasing.
Many of them recognized their identities.
These adventurers were extremely excited when they saw Miss.
From these adventurers, they learned some news about the outside world.
The most bizarre thing is that the Sword Saint Marknik is guarding the entrance to the dungeon, and no one knows who he is waiting for.
During this period, anyone who approached him to talk would be scolded.
"Is there something wrong with Marknick's brain?"
"Isn't he waiting for us?"
"What is he going to do in front of so many people?"
Others didn't know who Marknick was waiting for, but Miss knew it very well.
"He probably wants to find a crowded place to beat me up."
Everyone looked at each other.
"There really is something wrong with his brain."
"He doesn't really think of himself as a Level 6, does he?"
"President, how about I beat him for you? I promise not to embarrass you."
Miss waved his hand and said, "No need. I have been called upon, so I will go myself."
In his opinion, Marknick's move undoubtedly helped him save time.
You don’t have to look for opportunities yourself, and you don’t have to set up the arena yourself, this guy has everything ready.
"Let's go and meet him. It's a convenient thing to do anyway."
Even Mandy couldn't help but complain, "How come this guy can give better gifts than His Highness?"
Miss: ???
Shana: Who?
After everyone left the dungeon, they found that the entrance was already crowded with people.
Not only adventurers, but even ordinary civilians came to watch the fun.
When the onlookers discovered Miss, they were all surprised and talked about it.
"The one who came out with His Highness Cassius must be the Brave One, right?"
"Sir Sword Saint really didn't lie. Sir Brave is really in Lairui City!"
"A black-haired, black-robed magician, that should be correct, but the magic wand is actually made of amethyst, not the damaged citrine as rumored... Wait, a new business opportunity has been discovered!"
"What does the Sword Saint want to do with the Brave Warrior? I heard that they have a grudge against each other. Are they going to duel?"
"There will definitely be a duel. The odds are already drawn and many people have placed bets."
"The hero seems to be only LV4, isn't Lord Marknik a bit of a bully?"
"That's great! Fortunately, I sold the house in advance. I'm going to make a fortune if I bet everything on Lord Marknik to win!"
Seeing Miss and his group coming out of the underground city, everyone made way for them.
Miss looked up and saw a man at the end of the road, holding a sword and resting with his eyes closed.
He took a step forward and went straight towards the man holding the sword.
Marknick sensed the presence of Miss and the others, slowly opened his eyes, and revealed an evil smile.
"It's finally here..."
Mis shouted in the direction of Marknick from a distance: "Mr. Marknick, how can you fall asleep with so many people watching you?"
Marknik almost cursed when he heard this, "That's called closing your eyes and resting your mind, a swordsman's unique way of training. If you don't understand, don't yell at me!"
Miss pretended to be enlightened, "So that's how it is. I'm a magician and don't know much about swordsmen. We magicians usually call this kind of practice sleeping."
"you!"
Marknick was so angry that he grimaced and wished he could take action right away and cut Miss's mouth with his first strike of the sword.
Miss smiled and said, "That's right. I've never been a sword saint, so I naturally don't understand the unique training methods of sword saints. But my father and sister are both sword saints, and they don't slack off and sleep when they are training."
Marknick heard that Miss was teasing him about his fake rank and he immediately became furious.
"Stop talking nonsense, I want to..."
He had just said half of his words when his peripheral vision caught a glimpse of the sword in Miss's hand.
It was a sword with a strange appearance but a familiar aura.
Marknick's eyes suddenly became dull and the corners of his mouth twitched uncontrollably.
He stared at the sword intently and couldn't help but raise his right hand, "Is this... a magic sword?"
Miss quickly took the magic sword in his hand and blocked it behind him, pretending to be very panicked.
"Mr. Sword Saint, what are you doing? I've heard that you like to steal other people's magic swords. Last time you stole my friend's. Are you going to steal mine this time?"
Guided by his words, the surrounding adventurers recalled what happened before.
"I heard that Marknik seemed to have robbed the Second Prince's magic sword on the street last time."
"A great sword master is stealing other people's things in public. Is this true?"
"I am an eyewitness. I testified that it was indeed robbed."
During the discussion, many adventurers cast cautious and contemptuous glances at Marknik.
Marknik turned a deaf ear to this.
In his eyes, there was only the magic sword in Miss's hand that he had never seen before.
"Where did you get it?"
Although his tone seemed calm, the circulation of magic power around him was actually in chaos.
The corners of Miss's mouth rose slightly, "I just left the dungeon, so naturally I got it from the dungeon.
Besides, there is no other place that produces magic swords except the dungeon. You can't just steal it from others, right?
That's too shameless, isn't it, Mr. Sword Saint?"
Marknik was trembling all over, his eyes red. "Impossible, the portal to the 90th floor is sealed by magic, no one can get in, this magic sword cannot be a product of this dungeon!"
Miss gave a mocking smile and said, "Just because you can't enter the 90th floor doesn't mean others can't enter either."
Marknik's eyes widened and his voice trembled, "Did you break the magic seal? Impossible, absolutely impossible!"