Hank's pupils shrank, his furious face faded away, and his gaze shifted from Sean's body to the sword in his hand.

There was a flash of light on the sword, and the green, blue, and yellow light shone on the sword from time to time, although it was very faint, but it was dazzling enough for those present.

Demonic weapons!

Hank's right fist slowly retracted and drooped, and his gaze returned to Sean's body again.

A few drops of blood emerged from the back of the first section of the four fingers of his right hand.

It was a very delicate wound.

The wound was so small that even if you didn't pay attention to it, the epidermis would heal on its own in a matter of seconds - for Hank's physique.

However, the appearance of this wound represents a meaning that is by no means ordinary.

Because it's a real wound.

"It turned out to be a demonic weapon, no wonder he dared to be so arrogant." Hank snorted coldly, but he was not stupid enough to continue his reckless attack at this time.

He was well aware of his strengths, and although his size and strength were indeed his strengths, he didn't even have a weapon to take advantage of. As a guard of the Chamber of Commerce, he can live until now, in addition to the kung fu in his hands is hard enough, he does have a bit of brains, and in this situation, he will never attack a person with a demonic weapon.

Even if it's just a small Bronze-level demonic weapon.

"Luck is also part of strength."

Cecilia, who had also stood up at this moment, stood beside Sean, her head slightly raised, so that her eyes could meet Hank's face. Obviously just a child, but Cecilia doesn't feel like she's looking up at Hank at the moment, but looking down at Hank with a condescending momentum and taste.

Of course, a humanoid like you would certainly not be able to understand the meaning of this sentence. Anyway, we didn't try to make you understand the breadth and depth of human language and literature from the beginning. Cecilia bit the word "humanoid" very hard, but the crisp child's voice had an indescribable mockery, just one sentence once again brought Hank to the critical point of rage, "If you just want Sean to put down his weapon and fight you, then I advise you to cancel this idiotic idea as soon as possible." ”

After that, he reached out and patted his clothes again: "Really, I don't know if the idiot will be contagious." ”

The meanness and ridicule of the aristocracy, Cecilia really performed the essence of the performance.

Hank, who had already calmed down, clenched his fists again, if he could, he really wanted to punch the little girl to death.

He looked away hatefully, looked at Sean and sneered: "So? You say that if you fight with me, you will take weapons, but I will not take weapons? Hey, what a mercenary who can cross the Starfall Forest. ”

This kind of complaining intensity, compared with Cecilia, is simply the level of kindergarten!

Sean looked at Hank, a burly strong man, and couldn't figure out if his brain was really bad, obviously a muscular man who was not good at words, but he wanted to compare language logic and taunting ability with Cecilia, a genuine nobleman and a gifted magician, which was no different from suicide at all.

"There really are people who can be so stupid." Cecilia's eyes widened and she made an exaggerated facial expression, "Oh, I'm sorry, I forgot you're not human. I really shouldn't force a humanoid to have an IQ. After that, he turned his head to look at Ron again, and said with a pitiful expression: "Isn't the Black Cat Chamber of Commerce selling smart potions?" Why do you only give him a name and don't give him a bottle on a regular basis? Sure enough, is it hopeless? ”…,