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The world of Frilian.

Because heavy weapons are difficult to obtain abroad, Gu Yuan first returned to China and used offline platforms to acquire them.

Its name is steel bar.

As the saying goes, the stick is the ancestor of all weapons. Although it is not sharp, it can be used for both offense and defense. A blunt force injury can also kill a person.

And this is especially true for steel bars.

"Whoosh—!"

Inside the cabin, Gu Yuan waved his hand a few times, the sound of air being cut through like thunder, one wave after another.

As the black, spiraled rod suddenly stopped in front of the wooden bed, Gu Yuan finally let out a long breath and shook his aching wrist.

—Heavy, very heavy.

This was specially made by him; it's five centimeters in diameter and weighs thirty kilograms.

In the past, it was difficult to lift one hand, but now he can wave it with ease, as if it has become a part of his body.

Squeak.

Just as Gu Yuan was pondering where he could best utilize the weapon's advantages.

After all, boys, no matter what age they are, have a love for weapons just like they want to hit rapeseed flowers when they see a wooden stick.

Just then, the door was slowly pushed open, and Milie Alde, carrying a bottle of wine, strolled in.

Her emerald green eyes held a hint of languor and contentment; she was already used to Gu Yuan's sudden appearance.

She asked bluntly:

"You're finally back! When are we leaving?"

Although Milie Alder herself is not averse to being here, she often stays in one place for decades when she has nothing to do.

But this time was different. She was preoccupied with the Emperor's Wine, and since Gu Yuan also needed it, she urged him to take action:

"Hurry up and get moving! Didn't you want to learn magic?"

"Thinking back carefully, more than eighty days and nights have passed since we arrived in this village."

"If we stay any longer, I'm afraid that by the time we reach the capital, the emperor will have changed again, and I'll have to wait decades to have a drink again."

So-called Emperor's Wine was a wine that only emperors could drink upon ascending the throne.

Upon hearing this, Gu Yuan nodded slightly, but before that, there was one more thing that needed to be taken care of.

--food.

"Food?" Milie Alde raised an eyebrow.

"That's right, the cellar can't go with us when we're on our way."

Gu Yuan explained,

"So I need you to move them back, and when you come back next time, find a new cellar and move them back. That shouldn't be too difficult for you, right?"

As he spoke, Gu Yuan tucked the steel bars behind his back, tied a slipknot with a rope, and bound them vertically like a bundle of firewood.

He walked to Miliarde's side, pushed open the door, letting in sunlight. Gazing at the view outside, he turned and said:

"Think about it, you've eaten quite a bit of food from me lately, surely you can't refuse to help with this little thing?"

"How could that be?"

Millie Alde shook her head; it was just magic for moving objects.

The amount of magic power consumed is less than one-thousandth of its total power.

"Oh, right."

Millie Alde walked over to Gu Yuan, intending to ask when work would begin, but Gu Yuan suddenly remembered something.

He rubbed his chin.

"It's too troublesome to have to worry about food every time I travel... Is there anything like a storage ring?"

So he changed the subject and asked:

"Do you mages know how to use spatial storage magic?"

"You mean...the kind that can compress and store a large number of items into a small, portable, independent space, so you can access them whenever you need them?"

"If we can do that, future travel will be much more convenient. We can keep food fresh for longer and won't be limited by geographical conditions."

"..."

Millie Alde opened her mouth and closed it again, stunned on the spot.

Space storage? Why are all the things Gu Yuan says so absurd?

Is space something that can be manipulated at will?

She racked her brains but couldn't imagine what it would be like to store items in the air.

He then exhaled, shook his head, and replied:

"I can't. Maybe some elves can, but elves are rare; you might only encounter one every hundred years."

"Gu Yuan...you shouldn't live that long, right?"

Well, upon hearing the number "hundred years," Gu Yuan knew there was no hope.

We still have to place our hopes on the goddess.

He thought about it for a moment, then stopped dwelling on it, turned around and went out, intending to tell the village chief that he was leaving.

However, after walking only a few steps, the sound of horses' hooves suddenly came from not far away.

"horse?"

Gu Yuan stopped in his tracks, a hint of doubt flashing in his eyes, followed by a surge of joy.

Wait a minute, how could he forget that?

Could it be that this is because this is not ancient China, so it was overlooked?

Preconceived notions can be very harmful; not everyone enjoys walking as much as elves do.

"Miliarde, come out. Can you ride a horse?"

Gu Yuan turned around and shouted. Just then, the clattering of hooves came to an abrupt halt.

Before he could hear Milie Alde's response, the sound from outside made Gu Yuan's expression suddenly freeze.

It was a man shouting loudly:

"Listen up, villagers! Hand over all your gold coins, grain, and valuables!"

"We are the Golden Vipers! From now on, this village is under our control."

"If you can't pay with grain and gold, we'll take your lives to settle the debt!"

"!"

"Such an arrogant tone," Gu Yuan thought, instinctively looking in the direction the voice came from.

Despite the heavy wooden houses obstructing his view, Gu Yuan could still imagine the arrogant and overbearing expression on the other person's face.

There are robbers in this world too?

Thinking about it carefully, it's normal to have that.

After all, monsters are everywhere, and mages don't engage in production, and their numbers seem to be very small.

People at the bottom of society who can't afford to eat naturally have no choice but to resort to robbery.

Millie Alde walked out of the cabin with a frown on her face.

Many villagers came out with her.

Unlike the calmness on her face, all the villagers showed signs of tension and melancholy.

Several elderly people had even started to tremble.

Here we go again, every six months.

I vaguely remember that the last bandit group that came was called Bloodfang. How come they were killed by this golden viper after only half a year?

The villagers silently prayed that the robbers would be more cooperative this time, taking only money and not harming anyone; otherwise…

Gu Yuan narrowed his eyes, considering the unclear situation, and calmly grabbed his cloak and put it on.

Then, following the group of villagers, they walked together towards the square in front of the village.

At this moment, the square was already packed with people.

They were all squatting.

In front of them were a dozen or so men dressed in animal skins, riding horses, and wearing a mix of chainmail and other armor.

The leader had a vertical scar on his face and looked down at people with his chin tilted back. None of them were very hygienic; they had stubble and looked like beggars.

Whether he was strong or not was unknown, but Gu Yuan glanced at the steel bars on his back—which were now covered by the cloak.

I wonder what would happen if a warrior in this world were hit by a piece of steel weighing hundreds of kilograms?

Wait a minute, he has a crossbow.

Thinking of this, Gu Yuan's eyes lit up.

She couldn't help but look at Miliearde.