Five days and five nights?!

Nuosen exclaimed in his heart and asked the old man, "You have been staying here?" ”

The old man smiled without saying a word, got up and walked out of the worm's body, and Northon looked at his rickety back, and in only a few days, he was back to walking freely, and the speed of healing made Northon both surprised and surprised. But he knew that his spear spirit had been destroyed, and he couldn't go back to his original strength, so he couldn't help but sigh.

"What's next?" The old man asked suddenly.

"Go to the Duchy of Andal and find Mentor Philip!"

"If you ask him to help you upgrade the rank of gunsmith and help you get revenge, then I advise you not to go."

"Why?"

The old man was silent for a moment, and then said, "You don't seem to have anywhere to go except for the 'old stubborn', hey! Come with me. ”

Just as he was about to leave, he saw Northson, who had just woken up from a serious injury, and he hesitated: "Do you want to wait no longer?" ”

"No!" Northon stood up leaning against the worm's shell, threw away the ball in his hand, and after only a few steps, he felt weak and fell to the ground with a limp.

The old man didn't come to help him, but hurriedly picked up the ball he threw away, wiped it back and forth with his sleeve, and said, "This baby pimple, throw it away whatever you want." ”

Northon rolled over and sat up: "The firepower it stores will dissipate sooner or later, what's the use of keeping it." ”

"Really?" The old man held it up in front of Northon, "Look again! ”

Nuo Sen looked at the ball and found that there was his firepower that had been sucked away from him, although it was not much, but it formed an impermeable fire barrier on the inner wall of the ball, and the hand cannon hanging in the center, the scattered energy ribbons were always trapped in this barrier, unable to escape.

Energy, sealed?

Odd! Obviously, the energy in the spear spirit is stronger, how can you be afraid of my weak firepower?

Northen was puzzled and looked at the old man ignorantly.

The old man said helplessly: "The gun core is the best and rarest material, but making it is the work of the alchemist, I don't understand, you can only ask the 'old stubborn'." ”

"Gun core?" The first time Norson heard of the term, he claimed to be the son of an earl, and he had seen a lot in Desert City, but he had never heard of the "gun core".

"The core of the gun is extremely rare, and as you said, once it leaves the human body, the firepower will be dissipated, and although the alchemist can seal it, this method of sealing it has been lost since the Age of Destruction. I have never heard of the technique of pressing the core of the gun into the chest cavity and then taking it out, and I believe that the 'old stubborn' has never heard of it. ”

"It's been 8,000 years since the Broken Shift era, and since it's lost, the gun core should have long since ceased to exist, how do you know? And how can you determine that it is a gun core? ”

"yes!" The old man was relieved, "It has been interrupted for 8,000 years, and many ancient skills have been forgotten with the passage of time. There is only one gun core left in this world, and there is a secret place in the Alchemy Association, and I have only heard the old stubborn say it, but I have never seen it with my own eyes. It is said that the seal of the gun core is about to expire, and the Alchemy Association has been searching for a sealing technique. ”

The old man looked at Nuo Son, and his eyes lit up: "There is an unexpected gain from going north this time!" Young man, you really should meet the 'old stubborn', and I can assure you, as a senior advisor, that he will see you more than his own father. ”

"Come on, you don't even have a gun spirit, what are you talking about senior advisors!"

Norsen's words made the old man speechless for a while, and after a long time, he put aside the topic: "You can't go back to Desert City for the time being, there is no transportation to Andal, pass through the Phantom Forest, and walk southwest along the Gorel River for about two days, and you will reach Jocha County, where there is an airship to Andal, you can rest for a while, and we will set off." ”

Norson agreed silently, looked in the direction of Desert Earth City, and secretly swore in his heart:

"One day, I will return to Desert Earth City and take your head from Saudin!

Leah, wait for me! ”

Let's keep the core for now, maybe it will come in handy in the future.

He didn't put the pistol and the ball in the ring, but put it in his pocket, and the old man only smiled and shook his head, but did not say a word.

The two of them rested for a while before they helped each other out of the worm's shell, and they walked through the scorched wasteland into the dense forest, the words of conversation echoing through the forest behind them.

"Young man, is your gun aimed at me or at him?"

"Are you really a senior advisor to the Forge Guild? Also, what do you mean when you say that you killed the worm and you didn't kill it? ”

……

Jocha County, an important town in the northwest of the Heavenly Wind Empire.

During the Age of Destruction, it was a frontline against barbarian invasions in the Far North, and the Gorel River to the northeast was transformed into a moat. After the barbarians were wiped out, the county of Jocha took over the copper mines in the northwestern Azeon Mountains, which had belonged to the barbarians.

With the advent of the Interrupted Shift Era and the development of the Steam Revolution in full swing, Jocha County set up an airship port early on, and the mined copper was continuously transported to the Holy Imperial City, the capital of the Tianfeng Empire, and minted into copper coins for distribution throughout the country. And the mullet roe of the Gorel River is also an excellent delicacy, and it is an indispensable delicacy at the state banquet of the Heavenly Wind Empire.

Based on copper ore and mullet roe, Jocha County flourished in commerce and trade, and became one of the largest cities in the northwest of the empire.

On the noisy streets and alleys to the port of Nancheng, there were two people in ragged clothes, like beggars, none other than Nuo and the old man.

Jochashire is not far from Desert City, but Norsen is visiting for the first time. The shops on both sides are lined up one after another, shouting and selling one after another, and merchants dressed in various exotic costumes shuttle among them, in an endless stream.

The scene of prosperity is really incomparable to that of the barren desert city.

Northen looked around, looking around, opening his mouth from time to time, and letting out a few exclamations that he had never seen the world.

Their attire contrasted with the glossy streets, but the squirry miners and pedestrians of Jochashire were commonplace, and they ignored them.

"Did you bring any money?" The old man asked.

"Money?" , Nuosen shook his head, he had been on the run for a few months, he was poor and white, "You brought it?" ”

"Me neither!"

"Then you're licking your face to take an airship?" The two spoke in unison.

"Aren't you a senior advisor?" "Not to mention that the lord of Jochashire welcomes you with great fanfare and singing, and let him send two tickets," said North. ”

"Why is it that the young man is more forgetful than an old man like me," the old man scratched his ear and said, "Do you really understand or pretend to be confused, I gave her the token in order to save your precious sister." ”

The old man glanced at the streets and alleys, saw a scavenger in unclothed clothes, pointed and said, "He is a senior advisor of the Forging Association, do you believe it?" ”

"Then you can't go to the Duchy of Andal, you old ......"

The old man rolled his eyes and said, "Aren't you a gunsmith?" Not to mention calling for wind and rain in Jocha County, everyone has supporters, and it is not difficult to take a bounty task casually! ”

"Bounty mission?" Northon almost amused himself, "I'm the white spear shit!" Are you willing to hand over tasks to waste? ”

The two of them stood on the street like mentally retarded.

The noon sun shone directly on his forehead, and the old man couldn't help it, so he pursed his lips to break the silence: "Why don't you go to the bounty house and try it?" ”