Dark Demon Warlock

The skill of sword control improves his ability to control sword weapons.

He had already tried it in the morning, and it felt like he was suddenly promoted from a scumbag to a master. The moment he held the sword, he felt a sense of smoothness at his fingertips. When he swung it, he could always easily find the most suitable angle, strength, connection method, etc. , extremely silky.

It just took off in place!

What he is best at is drawing inferences from one fact and diverging thinking, which can also be said to be a bug. Isn't there a state in martial arts called "everything can be a sword", although he does not have this state, but he can learn from it superficially.

Don't say it, it really works!

Professor Hughes quickly discovered the changes in him. Regardless of tools such as brushes, shovels, awls, and hammers, they all seemed to be holding a sword in his hands. The technique was very unique, but it was extremely dexterous, and the efficiency was higher than before. It was good before, as if I suddenly found my own way to go.

In many archaeological sites, only the purest physical techniques can be used, so these techniques are necessary.

Satisfied with his progress, Professor Hughes went to class with confidence.

There is class in the afternoon.

Half a day passed quickly.

Art waited for Professor Hughes to come back and prepared to go home.

"I heard that Hugh Defoe died." Professor Hughes said to him suddenly.

"I've heard that too." Art stopped.

"Do you want to be my teaching assistant?" Professor Hughes asked.

"Thank you teacher, but no need, it's fine now." Art declined.

The current time is a bit short, how can I be a teaching assistant again?

What's more, he would have been suspected in the first place, and if he became a teaching assistant, wouldn't he be put on fire?

"Alright." Professor Hughes waved his hand.

In this case, he will no longer interfere with the selection of new teaching assistants.

The deputy director, Mavis Hansen, came to him specifically in the afternoon and said that he could recommend a new teaching assistant candidate, and this time it was guaranteed to be approved.

Try to ease the relationship with him.

However, is he the kind of person who, after being slapped in the face, forgets about it when he looks back?

Since Yate didn't want to be the teaching assistant, he didn't have to pay attention to this guy's overtures.

Arthur drove home.

I was so involved in studying in the afternoon that I didn't even know when it was cloudy outside.

He was okay when he just went out, but halfway through, the weather suddenly became extreme.

The strong wind swept through, the howling sound penetrated people, the garbage flew, and the dust filled the sky, crushing countless plants and trees.

Children around 10 years old can't move forward without the help of their parents!

Seaside cities are windy.

The dark clouds in the sky were densely layered together, as if a torrential rain would fall at any time.

Since he came to this world, he has experienced several rainy days, but it was the first time that there was such a strong wind like today.

People have to worry about whether the trees and street lights on the roadside will be scraped off!

He had already gone halfway, so he could only bite the bullet and move on.

Fortunately, he is a professional. With his perception and body control ability far beyond ordinary people, he avoided several dangers and returned home safely.

Even so, the body was smashed out of several dents.

There were bird carcasses, logs, and garbage of unknown origin.

Angelo Nell and Shaohui had already left.

Although they are professionals, they are only level 3, unable to fight against such harsh natural weather.

Even if you are not afraid of yourself, it is easy to be discovered.

Naturally, Moore Lane also failed to come.

It's windier at the pier.

After Art got out of the car, he checked the house first.

Fortunately, the wall was rebuilt during the renovation, otherwise the windows might have been broken.

Although his side is clean and free of debris, don't forget that the surrounding area is an outer city, and the most indispensable thing is all kinds of garbage, and the strong wind swept all the way.

It's possible that you're standing in the yard, and a lump of dry, hard feces from an unknown animal will fall from the sky.

Art saw the corners of his eyes twitching again and again.

Although he is not obsessed with cleanliness, he still cares about the environment and cleans and sprinkles water every day.

It's all right now, after the heavy rain is over, I'm afraid we will have to clean up again.

However, after thinking of the inner city, his mood suddenly changed for no reason.

He also knew that it would appear that he had a bad personality, which was not what a person who received a good nine-year compulsory education should have, but he just couldn't help it.

After this torrential rain, the entire inner city will have to be cleaned up!

Moreover, this torrential rain is just the beginning, as summer approaches, there will be more and more similar weather!

I don't know how the Pudra municipal government handled it in the past.

Of course, this is not what he needs to care about, the most urgent thing is to feed his stomach.

Cook your own meals often.

The family has its own stove and a full set of iron pots made by blacksmiths.

There is plenty of firewood.

A shed was built under the courtyard wall on the left to store firewood and daily necessities.

The stove is also here.

Just to prevent rain.

A person is not so particular.

At home, there are cakes left over from yesterday, which are big thick cakes similar to sourdough cakes. I saw them in a noodle shop in the outer city by chance and often bought them to eat.

Stew a pot of fish head and eat with cakes.

A fish head of 50cm is enough.

The front is blocked by the Church of the Soul, and there are doors and walls. The wind in the yard is not very strong, mainly because some "fish that slipped through the net" fell from the sky.

Fortunately, he lived in the innermost alley and was the least affected.

"Crack!" As a forked lightning pierced the night sky, the rainstorm officially fell.

The rumbling thunder and the crackling of raindrops sounded almost simultaneously.

"Crack", "crack", "crack"... The raindrops were the size of broad beans, and they were swept by the strong wind and hit the brick wall.

"Boom—" A rolling thunder seemed to roll across the roof, shaking the house.

Yate was caught off guard and his eyelids twitched.

Soon, the crackling sound was covered by the rushing sound, the heavy rain was pouring, the thunder was rumbling, and there was lightning from time to time to add to the fun, as if ghosts and ghosts were hosting a grand party.

The area without electric lights is almost pitch black.

The sporadic candles, as if floating on the water, undulate, which is strange.

Even in the inner city, visibility is pitifully poor.

The entire city of Pudra was shrouded in rain.

Including his previous life, it was the first time for Yate to see such a huge rain. He moved a stool and sat by the stove, watching the rain scene while stewing the fish head.

The accumulated water on the ground quickly gathered into streams, flowing towards the outside of the courtyard.

The water splashes are nearly 10cm high!

The water vapor steamed into a cloud of white mist, clinging to the ground, a vast expanse of whiteness.

According to this method, the garbage blown in before will be washed away.

Sure enough, he has no experience.

Suddenly, his eyes lit up.

A silvery white lightning, twisting like a silver thread, precisely found the jujube tree in his yard.

"Boom—" It sounded like the explosion of explosives.

The jujube tree was split so that its branches flew wildly, the crown of the tree fell down completely, and a large piece of bark and trunk was chopped off, like a sharp ax slanted down, and the cut surface was very smooth.

Yate immediately stood up to protect the stove.

Totally instinctive.

But anyway, I know how to block with my back.

"Boom!" A few branches hit his back, which hurt a little.

No, it wasn't just the sound of a tree branch hitting his back, it seemed that something else had fallen in.

Thank you book friend "Ye Da Nuan" for your reward