Chapter 9 Picks

When Ander asked why he got angry just now, Telligan's face became dark and said, "There have been a sudden increase in pickpockets in Leicester Town these days, and most of the time there are thieves coming to the town."

Pickpockets are indispensable in bustling places, but in the past, at most, someone took him to the town office to complain that he had lost his wallet. However, this time, from yesterday to today, more than a dozen people have said that they had lost things.

You should know that not everyone who loses something will complain to the town office. Most people think they are unlucky, let alone that they do not have a certain status, and the town office may not be able to enter.

Trigan was also a person who had traveled around the world, so he naturally knew that this abnormal theft case surged, and most of the gangs of thieves came to the local area.

Originally, these thieves could only survive in big cities.

Because there are few people in the town, everyone knows each other and they can't hide their faces at all, and pickpockets have no room for survival in the town.

However, in recent years, Leicester Town has developed very well, and the number of migrant populations in exchanges has increased a lot, and it has finally been targeted by the thieves.

"Now many people complain to the town office for losing their money. Mr. Danny, the mayor, put the responsibility on the town guards. The Knight Verot has focused on the castle over the years. I am responsible for the public security here, and the trouble also falls on me."

"Can't you catch these pickpockets?" Ender asked curiously.

"Ha, it's not that easy! If pickpockets find it so easily, will anyone lose things?" Tilligan shook his head. This is not something that can be solved by force alone.

"Okay, OK, it has nothing to do with you, little Ander, come and see the gift I have prepared for you." As he said, Tligan took out a long and narrow wooden box from under the table and placed it on the desk.

Ande stepped forward and opened the wooden box.

There was a narrow and long sword in the wooden box. I haven't seen the sword body yet, but the sword is only two fingers wide with the scabbard, which shows how slender the sword is.

The hilt of the sword is about ten centimeters long and is wrapped layer by layer with unknown pure black leather. There is no sword thigh. The hilt and the scabbard are almost the same width as the scabbard, like a flat wooden stick.

Ander drew out the sword. When he pulled out the sword, he turned his body slightly and pointed the sword hilt at Telligan.

Ender didn't know if there was any particular thing about drawing swords in this world, but on earth, the gun could not be pointed at his teammates at any time, even if there were no bullets in the gun.

Trigan nodded with satisfaction. He didn't notice Ender's little thoughts, but as an adventurer, he always had a subconscious guard against danger.

And Ende's action relaxes his unconscious body and feels comfortable - this is a subconscious feeling of relaxation. Although it is not reflected in the superficial consciousness, it will be subtly influenced, making him feel better about Ende.

This thin sword is made of black iron, with a dark body. The sword body presents a neat wavy metal pattern, only one finger and half wide, with a single side of the blade. Although there is no blade on the other side, it also forms the shape of a sword edge. If you didn't look close, you wouldn't be able to see that you had never opened the blade.

When the sword reached the tip of the sword, the sword body began to gradually narrow, as sharp as a needle.

"Is this-?" Ender had never seen such a thin sword.

In the town guard, everyone uses standard military weapons, and the long sword is at least half a three-finger wide and one meter long; not to mention the big sword and heavy sword, even the dagger is wider than the sword body of this sword.

Trigan took the sword from Ander's hand, held the hilt with one hand, and held the sword tip with the other hand, bent the sword into a circle with force, and then suddenly let go of his hand.

First, there was a 'sweep' sound, which was the sound of the sword's sharp edge suddenly snapping straight and cutting through the air; then after it was straightened, the sword's sharp edge vibrated violently, like a string of a piano, making continuous "buzzing" sounds.

"Do you like the imitation of the Gilt Palace Sword, created by the Black Iron Workshop in Grah City?"

"I like it!" Ander said honestly.

Not to mention the actual combat capability of this sword, the exquisiteness alone is far superior to the standard military weapons of the Town Guards. What's more, the materials are definitely not cheap with such elastic sword body.

"Hahaha!" Trigan laughed.

The child Ender never asked him what he wanted. He would take the patrol hunter test tomorrow. As an elder, Tligan naturally had to make some plans for Ender.

There is a practical event in the Patrol Hunter Test, which uses melee weapons to fight four goblins!

The purpose of this test is to prevent those novice from being too arrogant, and not being fooled by death all at once. Many novices are actually good at martial arts, but when they kill the target for the first time, they are psychologically impacted and are easily killed by others.

Patrol hunters often have to patrol the edge of the forest alone, expelling beasts, goblins and other creatures, usually fighting alone. If this happens, they will basically die safely.

Trigan was not worried about this. Ender was a good player in the kitchen and would not have any psychological barriers to blood and slaughtering, but fighting against the four goblins is still a test for Ender, who has never fought alone.

Ander was thin and weak, and his wrist strength was insufficient. It was difficult for him to dance the heavy sword, so Tligan asked someone to get this light sword from the Black Iron Workshop in Grah City.

Although this is just an imitation sword of the court ritual sword, in terms of quality, except for the guard sword thighs without aster patterns and the palace emblem, it is no different from the real Gilt court ritual sword.

The main method of using this thin sword is to stab. Although it can also slash, it is not very powerful. Even better leather armor may not be able to cut it.

However, the goblins don’t have much leather armor. If Ander can’t deal with the four goblins with this sword, then it’s better to give up the idea of ​​becoming an adventurer as soon as possible and be a chef peacefully.

"End, come on, show me a few gestures?" Telligan said with his sword to Ender.

"Here?" Ender took over and asked.

"Let me see how you practice sword skills. Don't lose my face tomorrow." Trigan said with a smile. He was in a bad mood just now, but now he had chatted with Ender for a while and felt much better.

Ende pressed the hilt of the sword with his palm, closed his five fingers one by one, and gently pressed his thumb on the second section of the index finger. He did not use too much force, but just let the skin of his palm fully contact the skin wrapped around the hilt of the sword, maintaining sufficient friction.

Then, Ander suddenly stepped forward, and the long sword first cut from left to right at the height of his neck; when the sword reached the end, he suddenly turned his wrist and slashed his sword from right to left, slashing downwards from right to left; when the sword was slashed, his wrist flipped back again, and in the lower lane, he cut his sword horizontally again.

The three swords were completed in one go, as fast as lightning, leaving a big "Z"-shaped afterimage in the air. Before the sword light dissipated, Ande had retreated back to his original position, as if he had never moved while standing there.

"————" Telligan frowned.

Ander's advance and retreat plus the three swords in a series were as fast as lightning, and there was no other sound except for the faint hissing sound of the thin sword splitting the air.

To be honest, if Tilligan himself suddenly faced these three swords, he would probably have to be in trouble without wearing armor or holding a shield.

The problem is that the sword is not used in this way.

Although the thin sword mixed with black iron is tough, the power of the chopping is really not very good.

If Ender is used to using chopping, it is certainly okay to deal with goblins, but he can deal with medium or above wild beasts. This habit will only harm him - not to mention that patrol hunters sometimes face poachers or thieves.

"End, the usage of the fine sword and the long sword is different - Well, forget it, I will teach you later. Anyway, you will be more than enough to pass tomorrow's test, so you should go and see Lerira immediately."

Halfway through Telligan, he suddenly remembered that the purpose of buying this sword was to allow Ender to pass the hunter test smoothly. Since there is no problem with the goblins, why are you in a hurry?

The specific details of the usage of the Sword can be taught slowly to Ande until later.

"Uncle Tligan, thank you for your gift."

"Thank you, I don't need to take the short sword. Today you can practice it with this sword first, be more familiar with it."

"Okay, but Uncle Trigan, you know that my eyes are good. Will it help you if I can identify pickpockets and catch them?" Ender put his sword in the scabbard, thought for a while, and asked.

"Of course, but how do you recognize who is the pickpocket?" Trigan was a little disbelief.

"You'll know if you try it. Anyway, I'm going to go to Uncle Corey's house, so you can just go to the street to inspect it." Ender said relaxedly.

"Okay!" Trigan thought for a while, nodded and agreed.

He was already overwhelmed and had no good ideas for the moment. He was a dead horse and was treated as a living horse. Anyway, the worst thing was that Ende was bragging.

Even if you have nothing to gain, walking on the street can at least show that you are serious and responsible, right? Insufficient abilities and incorrect attitudes are two different levels of problems.

The two walked out of the town guard courtyard side by side, talking and laughing, and heading towards the most lively main avenue.

"Hey, Uncle Trigan, that middle-aged man in a gray coat should be a pickpocket." Ender said casually.

"Hmm? How do you know? There is no one around him, so it's impossible to steal things."

The middle-aged man who Ende mentioned was wearing a decent gray coat, which was worth at least three large silver coins. When he walked on the road, he sometimes looked at the surrounding shops, and his face was quite serious.

Anyway, Tligan couldn't tell that he was a pickpocket.

"He looked up at the street, but his eyes turned down to people's belts, under his armpits and on the sides of his pants, and he deliberately drooped his eyelids as a cover-up. He should be choosing a target - look, he walked towards the man in a striped top."

While listening to Ender's explanation half-believingly, Telligan looked at the middle-aged man in gray coats walking across the street and heading towards the grocery store opposite.

In his opinion, the man was clearly walking towards the store. It was just that the man in a striped top led a young girl to pass by the door of the store, and everyone's routes were a bit intertwined.

As for the direction of the eyeballs? They are twenty meters away. Who can see each other's eyeballs turning up or down?

The three passed by and nothing happened. The middle-aged man walked into the grocery store and began to browse the goods placed in the store.

"End?" Trigan asked in confusion. If passing by someone is considered stealing, then there are so many people in the town today, and there are too many people suspected of theft.

"He has stole a black purse, don't you see it?" Ander asked strangely?
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