“There was a Dark Elf who robbed you, but you defeated her, and then you traveled together…”
Ye Lin tried to use some key information to awaken Aganzuo's memory. He felt great sympathy for a man whose wife was gone and whose name he had forgotten.
Aganzuo clutched his head in pain and slumped onto the table. He instinctively knew that Ye Lin was not lying, but he couldn't recall who this person named Luxi was. The inexplicable sense of familiarity almost drove him mad.
“And then? What happened to her? And how do you know all this? I’ve never met you.”
As expected of the strongest of the Four Sword Saints, his resilient willpower allowed him to regain his composure after his momentary lapse. However, intense questions still urged him to speak anxiously.
“Linus told me.”
“So it was him. Luxi, what happened to Luxi? What is she to me?”
Ye Lin’s words suddenly caught in his throat. The renowned Sword Saint Aganzuo, at this moment, was like a child who had lost his beloved toy. His helplessness was enough to make many people raise their eyeglasses.
“She was a very important… friend to you, a companion you went through life and death with. She’s… gone to a very distant place now.”
Hesitantly, he still didn't tell Aganzuo the truth about Luxi. Firstly, to leave a glimmer of hope for the despondent Aganzuo, and secondly, there was a great strangeness in Luxi’s disappearance!
Luxi was erased, but the Ghost God Bind on her arm appeared in the hands of the Violent Search Group's Seven Sages! (CG content)
“Perhaps, before long, I’ll be the only one who remembers Luxi.”
He chuckled self-deprecatingly, and a rusty iron piece appeared in his palm. He used Fifth Element to forge Luxi’s name onto it and gently pushed it to Aganzuo.
“She’s a Dark Elf, and her life is longer than yours. If one day she returns before you die, and you can’t remember her name, it would be quite awkward, wouldn’t it?”
Aganzuo’s rough hand picked up the name and carefully placed it in his embrace. A smile finally spread across his brow. “I truly am a failed friend. I can’t even remember her name or appearance. No wonder she didn’t take me with her when she went far away.”
He suddenly stood up and drained his drink. “Come on, follow me to the backyard. I’ll see what you’re made of.”
“Uncle, you have to go easy on me. I’m really weak.”
Socia, who was standing at the counter calculating, heard the sound of metal clashing from behind and a smile played on her lips.
Later, she would find an excuse to make them pay!
“That scoundrel Linus actually ran off to Ston Snowfield to drink mare’s milk wine.”
Aganzuo put away his greatsword. The terrifyingly heavy greatsword was as light as a feather in his hands, wielded without effort.
Siate was due to the demonic hand, but Aganzuo was once a genuinely ordinary person. Who knew how he became so obsessed with greatsword training?
“Although G.S.D doesn’t primarily cultivate Sword Soul, because he doesn’t wear Ghost God Bind, he also cultivates Sword Soul to suppress Ghost Hand. He’s very strong in the subtle details of swordsmanship. You should go see him sometime.”
“I was fortunate enough to meet him once in Sky City. I’ll go when I have time. By the way, Uncle, I got a basic swordsmanship skill, Light Swordsmanship, which can greatly increase attack speed. Do you need it?”
If he could win over Aganzuo, it would be immensely beneficial, both for his cultivation and his reputation.
“No, my use of the greatsword is already set. The angle and force of every strike are already etched in my heart. Forcibly changing my speed would not be a good thing for me. I’ve also heard about the Sky City incident; your name has spread throughout West Coast, at least among merchants.”
Aganzuo made a small joke. The famous merchants Roger and Kanina actually had to pay “protection fees” to an unknown person, which surprised many who wondered who this person truly was.
“I’ll be at Moonlight Tavern for the next few days. Come find me if you have any questions, but remember, relying solely on others’ teachings will never make you a Sword Saint. You must forge your own path!”
“Thank you for your guidance, Uncle!”
After bidding farewell to Aganzuo and clearing the Old man G.S.D’s tab, he headed straight to Kelly’s reinforcement shop to inquire about the difficulty of making an interference emitter.
Before confronting Lotus, an interference emitter was essential equipment. Lotus’s mental control ability was extremely strong; even if his main body was currently weakened, Awakeners would still find it difficult to be immune to mental control.
Today, the reinforcement shop was extremely lively. Adventurers eager to smash… to reinforce, lined up in a queue. Occasionally, one could hear the joy of successful reinforcement and the wails of failure, but Kelly herself didn't seem to be present.
A robot waddled over to his feet, tugged at his pant leg, and emitted a mechanical synthesized voice: “Yo, young man, looking for me? Just come up to the second floor. I haven’t set a safety mode for you.”
Kelly’s second floor was fully monitored by machinery. Unauthorized personnel who trespassed would be warned with anesthetic darts, followed by grenades…
Pushing open Kelly’s bedroom door, it was indeed the mechanical style of the Lawless Zone. Girly pink hearts didn't work for Kelly; guns and ammunition replaced plush toys. The only soft things in the entire room were the bedding and pillows.
An extremely strong smell of gunpowder made him frown. This wasn't just an atmosphere; with scattered bullet casings on the floor, it was a real gunpowder smell!
“Taylor, aren’t you annoying? I don’t have an Epic-grade revolver. The only one I had exploded. Guns with chains need to be specially made, and I don’t have them.”
Kelly blew the smoke from the gun barrel in her hand, staring impatiently at the person on the other side of the bed.
A woman with long, golden wavy hair was particularly eye-catching. A clean, short-sleeved white shirt and black denim hot pants did nothing to hide her proud figure and long, fair legs. Her appearance was as beautiful as the moon, with bright eyes and white teeth.
Unlike the heroic spirit Kelly developed in the Lawless Zone, the other party was formally trained in the Royal Daughter's Courtyard.
However, because of her excessive beauty, she was called the “Golden-haired Princess,” and many people inadvertently overlooked Taylor's strength. For Taylor, who valued strength, this was an insult!
“Young man, come help me subdue this crazy woman! She actually broke into my bedroom and started shooting!”
Kelly still maintained her usual carefree demeanor. Even though she knew his name, she never used it, always calling him “young man,” or “handsome young man” when she was in a good mood.
“Heh heh, Kelly, who claims to be a lady, actually keeps a pretty boy. What, have you been lonely for too long in the Lawless Zone?”
Taylor sneered, raising her right foot to step onto the bed, naturally wiping her shoes on the bedsheet, her aura incredibly arrogant.
Ye Lin was stunned. Although he had the thought and plan to make Kelly’s legs weak, there was absolutely no truth to the idea of being kept by Kelly. He immediately shook his finger, denying, “I’m just here to ask Kelly for help. Don’t drag me into your full-blown firepower.”
“Is that so? Helping to satisfy a lady’s needs?”
Whoosh!
A bullet grazed the hair by his ear, causing a strong burning sensation that made his entire body stiffen, and a hint of anger appeared on his face.
Although Taylor had no killing intent, or perhaps was just showing off her marksmanship, this still made him brush shoulders with death!
“Miss Taylor, please don’t make such jokes casually in the future…”
He clenched his palm, and within two breaths, the revolver Taylor was spinning in her right hand turned into several pieces of scrap metal…
“Hmm?”
Taylor was slightly startled, then furious. Her previous weapon was forcibly broken by Kelly, and she had just managed to find materials to make a new one, and now it was broken again!
As a Wandering Gunner, besides gunmanship, her physical combat was also top-notch. Taylor stepped on the quilt, intending to give him a solid flying kick.
“Your belt and the buttons on your white shirt are all metal. I advise you to be rational. If they fall off and I see anything, I won’t compensate you.”
“You!”
Taylor indeed stopped her movements, biting her teeth tightly. She couldn't fight, nor could she not fight. She wasn't like Kelly, who could pull out a Quantum Bomb; she was a legitimate Wandering Gunner.