Shakes cursed at the smiling Arnold, but Arnold remained indifferent.
After cursing for a while, Xia Kesi became tired and simply sat down on the big wooden box, crossing his hands in front of his chest in anger.
Instead, Joet Brown stood there with a confused look on his face. He had closed his eyes earlier to cooperate with Shaks, and did not see the scene where the soul was extracted and then shrank back.
"It's my bad luck to meet a brat like you."
Shaks muttered to himself, took out a small notebook and wrote Joet Brown's name on it.
"Go, go, go. You are not allowed to trade with me next time. You are already on my blacklist."
Shakes waved his hand impatiently and ordered the confused Jobtran to leave.
"Then we won't bother you anymore."
Although Joet Brown was not very clear, he still bowed to Shakes.
Arnold removed the barrier around him and led Jobtran away.
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“Hahahaha!! This profiteer!!! I finally tricked him once!!!”
Arnold laughed out loud in the deserted alley without caring about his etiquette.
The way he bent over and covered his mouth was even funny, with a smug look on his face.
"Uh, Master, I didn't do anything, why am I on the blacklist?"
Joet Brown asked in confusion.
“Feel your own soul.”
Arnold pointed mysteriously at Jobtran's head.
Joet Brown calmed down and withdrew his consciousness back to his soul sea, only to find that the soul in the soul sea was still intact, and even the black air that had been attached to the soul before was less.
After seeing this scene, Joet Brown roughly guessed what had happened.
It must be that when Shaks was absorbing the soul, he discovered something strange in Joet Brown's soul and immediately stopped the extraction.
And part of the filth hidden in the soul was absorbed by Shakes from Joet Brown's soul.
So, to sum up, this time, not only did Shaks fail to get his reward, but he gave it up on his own initiative.
For the demons who abide by the spirit of the contract, voluntarily giving up still requires completing the transaction, and Arnold took advantage of this to trick Joet Brown into giving him the soul contract, a relatively precious magical item.
Joet Brown couldn't help but feel a chill at the thought that he almost became a person with a broken soul.
At the same time, he turned his attention to Arnold.
"Master, what about your soul?"
“I helped the Demon Cave a lot, so Shakes only extracted the part of my left leg that was already injured.
I am a wimp, and it is no big deal that I am missing a leg in my soul."
Arnold patted Joet Brown's shoulder affectionately.
"Don't worry. Although according to the Holy Light Sutra, people with incomplete souls are not qualified to enter heaven, whether heaven still exists now is still a very serious question."
Joet Brown looked confused when he heard this.
He had seen Arnold perform superb Holy Light spells, he had seen Arnold explain the scriptures of the Holy Light Sutra, he had seen Arnold lead believers in worship, but he had never seen him truly question the contents of the Holy Light Sutra.
Joet Brown remembered the original intention of Arnold bringing him here and smiled bitterly.
He roughly understood what Arnold wanted to express to him.
If heaven were as strict as the scriptures say, places like the Demon Cave would have been crushed by the armies of archangels long ago.
The Holy Light cannot tolerate such absurd things as the combination of angels and demons, let alone such exaggerated things as young angels and demons playing together.
Jobtran couldn't help feeling a little depressed, and the depression in his heart was like a naughty puppy constantly scratching him with its claws.
Joet Brown sighed
"Teacher? I know what you mean."
"Do you really understand?"
Arnold questioned.
Before Joe Butler could answer, Arnold lifted Joe Butler's arm and flew to the top of the magic cave.
Arnold took Joet Brown and flew left and right, along the rock formation at the top, and traveled around the entire cave.
"Look here, this is a paradise that countless prophets have spent countless efforts and tried many times to open up.
There is no discrimination between races in the devil's den, only peace.
Humans, who claim to be smart, are always fighting among themselves.
Do you understand what brings so many races together here?"
Arnold asked quietly.
"The disciples understand that this is their home."
Joet Brown replied with a serious look.
"You're right. With the current development of mankind, the space for mysterious creatures to survive is getting smaller and smaller. This is caused by human tyranny.
They put aside their prejudices against each other and developed this small underground city under the protection of the old man.
If monsters can do it, why can't you?"
After Arnold said this, his pupils suddenly contracted
"There's a fight going on. Let's go take a look."
——
One of them had a scabbard on his back, with a long sword across the air, looking very imposing;
The other man, however, held a long sword and stabbed it diagonally, cleverly neutralizing the opponent's sword energy.
"Huh? These two look familiar."
Joet Brown whispered something, but they were still too far away to see their specific appearances clearly.
The knife holder swung the knife horizontally with just the right amount of force. A little more would be too harsh, a little less would be too gentle.
A sword energy as white as moonlight was constantly flowing above the long sword, like a nimble long snake, freely moving above the blade, giving people a ferocious and powerful feeling.
The person wielding the sword was calm and light; with a flick of his wrist, the sword tip drew a graceful trajectory in the air, like a blooming rose.
A white light also floated on the long sword in the hand of the sword wielder, flowing on the sword body, like the waves caused by a stone thrown into the lake, forming circles of water-like lines.
I saw the two men fighting each other from a distance, and then the swords and knives flew into the air and whistled.
When the blade and the sword edge came into contact with each other, a violent and powerful energy swept through like a strong tornado, cracking the rock strata on the ground into countless grooves of varying depths.
The clanging sounds continued to be heard, and the figures of the two people became increasingly blurred, while more rocks were flying out from the ground.
If Joet Brown had been standing on the ground at this moment, he would definitely feel the ground shaking with the bombardment of the two men's swords. It can be seen that the martial arts of both of them are of high quality, even at a superb level.
The man holding the knife gently stroked the blade with his left hand, and a flash of lightning appeared, followed by crackling lightning and thunder.
The swordsman smiled upon seeing this and responded calmly. He pressed the mechanism on the hilt lightly, and a thin layer of scarlet flame attached to the sword.
When the swords crossed again, the splash of plasma and flames left some large and small uneven black pits on the ground.
The two men were still unharmed, and it was obvious that they were just competing, not fighting to the death.
Arnold was flying with Jobtran, so naturally the speed was not fast, but when he saw the two figures clearly, he burst into laughter.
"Hahaha, are you two here to test your weapons on Master Bronzebeard again?"
Arnold's voice reached the ears of the two men, and they both put away their attacking postures and put their weapons back into their sheaths.
They stood on the ground and waved to Arnold in the sky.
Arnold landed slowly, then walked up to and hugged the two men.
"How are you two doing? Is everything alright?"
Arnold asked with a smile.
"After the Investigation Bureau was disbanded, I was bored and came to test the quality of weapons for Master Bronzebeard."
"Don't ask me, I came here because this guy insisted on dragging me here."
The two answered one after the other.
After landing, Joet Brown took a closer look and laughed in surprise.
"Harvey? Heyman?"
These two people were obviously colleagues in the past in Munihei, but they arrived at this place first. Obviously, this was arranged by the Investigation Bureau.
Heyman, who was more straightforward, turned his head and a trace of displeasure flashed across his face.
"Who are you? I have never seen you before."
Harvey, who is more moderate and peaceful, showed a thoughtful expression.
"Joe Butron?"
Joet Brown laughed.
"Although it seems that a lot has changed, I am right."
After Joet Brown finished speaking, he gently pointed to a stone not far away.
Arnold narrowed his eyes when he saw this, but said nothing.
Heyman felt a little uncomfortable when he heard this, and he scratched his head.
"I remember that Joe Bruin had silver-gray hair?"
“It’s hard to put it into words, this kid has suffered a lot.
He almost became a jerk like me, his master."
Arnold tried to smooth things over by saying,
“Alright, alright.
You've had enough fun, don't break the weapon that Master Bronzebeard worked so hard to make like last time.
I won’t help you pay for it this time.”
Master Bronzebeard, who was hiding behind a rock, showed his head.
"Arnold, when did you find me?"
"Hahaha, Bronzebeard, you should ask that kid Joet Brown when he found you."
Arnold winked and said,
"Boy, I checked your luggage and found that you didn't bring your weapon with you. Let's go to Bronzebeard's stall and take a look.
His skills are truly top-notch, even our previous R&D professionals are not even a quarter as good as Bronzebeard."
Joet Brown nodded immediately.
"Thank you, Master Bronzebeard."
Arnold's move was well-intentioned. He first brought Joet Brown to the magic cave to let him experience the principle of coexistence, and then let him find the soul scroll for self-defense, and then Bronzebeard's weapon.
These were all thought of in advance, based on the premise that Jobtran could not immediately recover his strength.
Joet Brown did not have too many words to express his gratitude to Arnold. The fact that he had used part of his soul to find the dragon tooth necklace for him was already a great favor that could never be repaid.
After that, Bronzebeard took the weapons handed over by Harvey and Heyman, and then waved to Joet Brown.
"Young man, follow me.
Let the three of them chat.”
"Go with peace of mind."
Arnold gave instructions, then turned around and started whispering to the two of them.
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"What kind of weapon do you want, young man
What type
I see calluses on the palm of your right hand, you must have practiced before, right?"
Master Bronzebeard was holding two heavy weapons and walking in a swaying manner, which was quite funny, just like a kind of flightless bird - a penguin.
"To answer Master Bronzebeard, Joet Brown has practiced rapiers before, and he can also use flintlock rifles."
Joet Brown walked behind Master Bronzebeard and answered loudly. At the same time, he did not forget the etiquette. The small detail of walking half a step behind Bronzebeard made Bronzebeard very satisfied.
Master Bronzebeard laughed.
"Flintlock? That's something you humans learned from us dwarves."
Bronzebeard walked to his stall and casually threw the two exquisite weapons in his hands to the ground.
He turned his head indifferently, his sleeves fluttering slightly, and at this moment he really looked like a master.
“The way of weapons is profound and extensive. We dwarves are different from those goblins who love blasting.
We prefer to make weapons more diverse and capable of becoming trustworthy companions rather than simply tools.
We dwarves believe that weapons have souls, so we craft each of our weapons with care.
And a good weapon chooses its master."
Bronzebeard's theory was well-reasoned and showed his love for weapons, which made it impossible to refute. However, it was the first time that Joet Brown heard that weapons have souls.
"Master Bronzebeard, is it true that weapons have souls?"
Joet Brown asked curiously.
“Some people are born to like using swords, while others are more suited to using sledgehammers. Often when they see such weapons, they will be touched.
And this kind of touch is the weapon's call to its master."
Master Bronzebeard explained.
"I understand. Then can I understand that I am fond of weapons such as rapiers?"
Joet Brown hesitated and asked.
“Not necessarily, maybe you just use it more conveniently.
Turn your back first, close your eyes, and feel every weapon I have here.
Then use your own soul to feel which one is calling you."
Master Bronzebeard guided Jot Brown and stepped aside, allowing Jot Brown to explore on his own.
Master Bronzebeard's stall is not very big, but it has all kinds of weapons.
Smaller ones like daggers and throwing knives, larger ones like maces and meteor hammers, etc. are all available.
According to Master Bronzebeard, Joet Brown will be able to find the weapon that truly suits him among the many weapons spread out.
Joet Brown closed his eyes, calmed down, and ignored the people walking around him and the rushing river.
All external factors no longer existed, and he saw countless points of light in front of him, each of which was flashing a different color.
Some seemed aggressive, while others were like lazy old men, not moving at all.
Among the many spots of light, there was a pure white light that was attracting him, as if it was the passionate succubus who had just entered the devil's cave, calling him silently.
Joe Butran walked towards it, stretched out his hand and grabbed it.
I don't know why, but even though he knew he might be holding the sharp blade of a sword and risking his fingers being cut, Joet Brown still did it.
Bronzebeard's face changed and he cried out secretly.
"not good!"