It was a familiar yet unfamiliar feeling. After merging with Mag's and Alex's souls, Mag was sometimes unable to tell whose memories they belonged to. However, he couldn't be bothered to dwell on that, so he simply treated them as his own. In any case, there was no way to separate those memories, and it was as if he had really experienced them, instead of viewing them from a third person's point of view.
Another reason was that since he couldn't go back, he might as well integrate himself into this world. At least now he had Amy to protect. He felt a sense of accomplishment when he made all kinds of delicious food and watched the customers enjoy themselves. This world was a new life for him, and he wanted to live it well.
"He seems to be a good swordsman." Mobai's eyes lit up as he looked at Mag. Over the past few centuries, he had forged no less than 3,000 weapons, and had seen far too many customers. Among them, there were powerful swordsmen, heavy armored knights who wielded heavy swords, and rookies who were just beginning to make their mark.
Among these people, he had seen many powerful swordsmen. Only a few of them could have a mysterious connection with the sword after holding it, and all of them were excellent swordsmen.
However, what was strange was that Mag, who wasn't proficient in using swords, felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity with this sword when he held it, as if this sword had been custom-made for him.
"Is it because he often holds kitchen knives, so he has more experience than ordinary people when holding swords?" Mobai thought to himself, and found a suitable answer.
"Mr. Mak, is it too heavy?" Habeng asked with concern. He wanted to eat roujiamo for lunch, and he didn't want Meg to get hurt.
"It's okay, but it's a bit heavy." Mag resisted the urge to demonstrate a set of sword techniques as he placed the sword back onto the shelf with a smile on his face. The weight of the sword was just right for him. According to the experience in his mind, his current strength was just right for him to unleash all of the sword techniques that he had come up with in his mind.
Of course, his body was still not well-nourished, so he could only use the simplest part, but he should be able to defeat a level-1 knight.
Knights were the main fighting force of the human race in racial wars, and the Knight Legion was also the most powerful deterrent to the foreign races at the borders of the empire.
A Knight had to pass the certification of the Knight's Guild and obtain the badge of the corresponding rank. Only then would they be recognized. Before that, they would be called a Rookie Knight. If they failed the certification, they would be called a Fallen Knight.
Of course, in the military camp, knights below LV 3 were usually called rookies by veterans. This was a tradition that had been maintained for more than 100 years. It was also a kind of encouragement and supervision for new recruits and young knights.
There were several criteria for the recognition of a level one knight. First of all, one had to test the Knight's Law, which would be issued by the Knight's Guild, and the questions would be set by the Knight's Guild. Those who failed to pass would not be able to take the subsequent tests.
The next test was strength. The requirement was to be able to lift a 150kg stone for ten seconds.
The last test was sword techniques. The requirement was to master basic sword techniques and be able to use them in actual combat.
These three steps gave Meg the same feeling as taking the driver's license test. If he failed the first test, he would not be able to take the subsequent tests. If he failed the second test, he could practice hard behind closed doors, but if he failed the third test, he would have to go on the road. Whether he was a donkey or a horse, he would know when he took it out for a walk.
In the past, Meg had vowed to take the test himself, but in the end, he backed his car into the garage and failed three times. Later, he directly spent money to buy a license. Later, he would receive a stack of parking tickets every year. Anyway, he just could not stop.
Although Meg had returned to his normal body, it would be difficult for him to lift a 150kg stone for ten seconds. However, the sword techniques in his head and countless combat experiences were enough to make up for the lack of strength.
In actual combat, strength could not determine victory or defeat. Flexibility and sword techniques could change the outcome.
After testing the weight, Meg did not continue to stay on the weapon. He turned to Habeng, and curiously asked, "Is Haga not back yet?"
"We just received the news last night. The tribal war is over. Our tribe won a great victory under the leadership of my brother. We killed and captured all the enemies, and regained control of the gold mine. My brother is fine, just a little injury on his hand. He will come back to Chaos City in a few days," Habeng said with a smile. He seemed to be in a good mood.
"That's good." Meg nodded with a smile. He had a good impression of Haga, the silent big man. He was a little worried about his safety, but he was relieved to hear that he was fine. Amy had even mentioned him once a few days ago.
"Then you guys talk. I have to go see a friend," Habeng said, and walked straight out the door.
"Mr. Mak, you like swords?" Mobai asked with a smile as he walked up to Meg. Meg had said that the sword was too heavy, but he felt that it was just right, which made him feel a little strange.
"Every man should have a dream of being a knight. Before I picked up a cleaver, I had that dream too," Meg said with a smile.
Walking forward, his gaze swept across the weapons on the weapon rack. In the end, his gaze landed on a somewhat messy sketch on a small table at the innermost part of the room.
There was a ball-shaped object drawn on it. It could be considered a cross-sectional view. It was filled with all kinds of things, and there were scribbled words on the side: sulfur, charcoal, saltpeter.
"This is?" Meg raised his eyebrows. This thing was incredible.
Mobai walked up with a wry smile, and said, "Mr. Mak, this is the thing I told you about last time that can release a huge amount of energy. But until now, I still haven't figured out how to maximize its effect."
"This thing has to be used safely. It's not a joke when it explodes." Meg swallowed his saliva. This feeling was like suddenly finding out that the uncle next door was studying bombs at home every day, and his head was filled with thoughts of creating big news. If he wasn't careful, he would be taken to the sky.
"Yes, but I still feel that the power is still lacking. The giant dragon's skin is thick, and it's not that easy to kill it. Also, how to get this thing to the side of the giant dragon is the problem I want to solve the most now." Mobai frowned deeply. He seemed to have aged a lot all of a sudden, and fell into deep thought.
"Think about it slowly. I'll go back to prepare the ingredients first." Meg immediately slipped away. He didn't know where Mobai got the gunpowder formula, and he felt that it wasn't powerful enough.
Although he sympathized with Mobai's father being killed by the giant dragon, Meg still didn't want to bring this world into the era of firearms so quickly.
"System, how much for a sword of that weight just now?" Meg asked in his heart as he left the weapon shop.
"1000 gold coins for one sword, quality guaranteed! Honest to all! "The system's voice sounded.
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