Chapter 121 Devil Sword

Outside the town of Lunbergh, in an open space with good visibility, Hao Ren and the others gathered again after a half-day of exploration.

It was still a little while before noon, and Becky wouldn't be coming over yet, so the group exchanged information.

Vivian had previously gone to the tallest steeple building in town, and as she expected, it was the location of the church. The Radiant Order was spread across three continents in this world, especially in the Kingdom of Holleta, the birthplace of the church. Basically, a slightly larger town would have a church. Vivian, posing as a tourist from another place, talked with the clergy at the church for a while, and with her years of experience traveling on a budget and her eloquence, she successfully gathered some information.

"The Letta Runes have been lost," Vivian said, surprising Hao Ren greatly. "Locals call them 'ancient writing' or 'ancient crests.' I talked to the clergy about the Letta Runes and found that they had no idea how to use these characters. Theoretically, the clergy should be the most educated people here, and if they don't understand them, the common people certainly don't."

"Lost writing?" Hao Ren found it incredible. "Then what are those things we saw on the outer walls of the buildings in town...?"

"Just wishing for good luck," Vivian shrugged, half-amused. "Those spelling errors and non-standard writing methods have been explained. Because modern people simply can't figure out the meaning and grammar of those symbols, they're just copying them onto the walls according to a little bit of sporadic information passed down from ancient times. Most of it is copied from ancient ruins or ancient books that no one recognizes. They roughly determine that they're good sentences and then use them, thinking that these things can pray for blessings and safety, just like the blessing talismans that are pasted under the eaves in some rural areas of China during the New Year. Now, that's all that's left of the Letta Runes. I even think the rune inheritance on Earth is more complete than here—at least demon hunters know how to use those symbols."

"Wait... Letta Runes... Kingdom of Holleta..." Nangong Wuyue suddenly remembered something, looking enlightened. "That's right! I heard something at a school-like place in town. They were having a history class, mentioning that the Kingdom of Holleta inherited from an ancient civilization. Could the Letta Runes be left over from that ancient civilization? The name of this country seems to be related to that too."

"That should be about right," Vivian nodded. "I couldn't ask too much about many common-sense things, but I could hear from the clergy's words that they attach great importance to the 'orthodoxy' and 'antiquity' of the Kingdom of Holleta. This country should be the oldest country in the world. Considering the apocalyptic event of that year, the current Kingdom of Holleta is probably really a remnant of ancient civilization..."

Izaak suddenly interjected, "It's not necessarily a remnant, it should just have inherited something."

Hao Ren glanced at him, "What did you find out?"

"The history of the Kingdom of Holleta is more than three thousand years, far shorter than the historical years since the ancient doomsday event," Izaak chuckled. "They should have inherited something from the ruins. As for the direct inheritors of ancient civilization, it's hard to say. Well, these are all details. I have good news: we're not short of money now."

As Izaak spoke, he took out a bulging cloth bag from behind him. When he opened it in front of Hao Ren and the others, it was filled with glittering coins of various kinds. There were Jina that Hao Ren recognized, as well as thinner copper coins that seemed to be of smaller denomination, and expensive metal currencies with exquisite designs and sophisticated materials that looked quite valuable. These glittering things immediately dazzled the eyes of several people on the scene, and Izaak chuckled, "I don't know if I was ripped off, but these should be enough for a while. That fat boss seemed to be quite distressed when he paid..."

Hao Ren immediately broke out in a cold sweat, looking at the burly giant in disbelief, "You didn't go robbing on the road, did you?!"

With Izaak's "good guy" character, this was of course unlikely, but the problem was that this large bag of coins was too shocking. Apart from robbing on the road, Hao Ren couldn't imagine how he could earn so much money in another world in half a day without even basic social common sense. What if the great demon believed in the theory that "heroes don't refuse unexpected wealth"...

As a result, Izaak immediately became unhappy, "What do you take me for? I'm full of integrity, how can I do such a thing? This is what I exchanged for weapons."

"Weapons?" Hao Ren was taken aback.

Izaak unshouldered his backpack from behind him (although Hao Ren was responsible for carrying most of the luggage, the really generous demon was still habitually carrying a backpack himself), and then rummaged out two strange-looking short swords from it: "It's this."

The others curiously looked at these two peculiar short swords. They were called short swords, but they only had the shape of short swords. Their material was not metal, but some kind of black substance that looked like stone. The entire short sword was polished from this stone, without any traces of firing or welding. A thin layer of black mist slowly floated around the blade. When Hao Ren's gaze focused on this black mist, he felt as if his spirit was involuntarily sucked in. The simple, dull-looking blade seemed to have some kind of magic. The longer he stared at it, the faster the black mist on the blade seemed to spin.

Nangong Wuyue curiously picked up a short sword, and immediately felt a heat spreading all over her body along her wrist, scaring her to quickly throw the weird thing on the ground.

"Could this be... Devil Stone?!" Hao Ren looked at it for a long time, and finally vaguely recognized the material of these two swords.

"Yes, it's that stone," Izaak nodded. "After transporting that thing back from England, I've been thinking about what it can do. After all, such a big thing takes up space in the house, and it's a waste to throw it away—then it just happened that I was unemployed and quite idle, so I simply broke it up and made some small things. At first, I made two kitchen knives, Vivian thought they were too heavy, and then I made two shovels, and found that they were not as easy to use as those sold in the supermarket, and later I could only make them into such short swords, thinking that we might use them when we go out. Don't think I'm not professional, but I know a little bit about the making of demon weapons. Don't look at this as a stone, but it's not brittle at all. After being treated with magic energy, it's much stronger and more durable than ordinary steel. I observed the equipment of humans in this world, and ordinary blacksmiths can definitely not make weapons that can compare with this thing."

Hao Ren: "...I went! You sold a demon sword to the locals?!"

"It's not that serious," Izaak waved his hand. "I've removed the negative energy from the stone. These things are at most sturdy enchanted weapons. I found the weapon shop in town and said that I found a weapon in a ruin that I couldn't use myself, and wanted to exchange it for some money—and then sold it for a lot of money."

Hao Ren looked at Izaak in surprise: "You're quite familiar with this process?"

Izaak chuckled: "In the past, heroes often came to my territory in teams to make trouble. There are many old houses in my place, and I found that human heroes especially like to scavenge scrap metal from those old houses and sell it outside for money. Sometimes when more of them come, I can give the city's cleaners two days off—and then I learned this set of ways for human heroes to get rich."

Everyone: "..."

Now Hao Ren was particularly curious about what Izaak did in his hometown back then! So in addition to trying to improve the moral level of his compatriots all day long, he also had to be responsible for acting as a boss to let the locals brush up on their reputation and equipment?

In any case, the problem of travel expenses was finally solved, as for how to spend money in this world... then wait and slowly get familiar with the prices. At this time, Lily tugged at Hao Ren's sleeve: "Landlord, let's eat something first."

Lily's reminder made Hao Ren realize that he was also a little hungry. He immediately felt a little incomprehensible: "Wait a minute... how come we have to eat here too?"

"Aren't you talking nonsense," the data terminal was still soaking in the pot, acting as a revolving lantern for the little mermaid, but its voice came out, "Where don't you eat?"

"Aren't the few of us mentally entering the dream plane?" Hao Ren felt incredible. "Our bodies are lying well in the real world, what kind of energy are we replenishing by eating?"

"Who told you that you are pure mental bodies in the dream plane? You are also entities here! When you enter the dream plane, it is equivalent to creating a copy here that is completely consistent with the real world, and of course you also need to eat and sleep to maintain activity. Of course, because the body outside also has an impact, the consumption of your body here will be slower, usually one meal a day is enough—Lily is like this because she is habitually hungry."

Hao Ren was stunned, he vaguely felt that he was a little closer to the truth of the dream plane.