MTL - He Became a Salted Fish After Inheriting Millions of Secret Arts-Chapter 10 Sword in the Stone

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"That... are you talking?"

Duan Feizhuo asked Jian Zhongjian. His actions must have seemed foolish to onlookers, speaking to a rusty sword.

The lazy voice came back to his mind.

"Can't you understand human speech, boy?"

"My God, swords can talk, what else is impossible in this world?" Duan Feizhuo muttered to himself.

"I don't want to repeat it a third time!"

Duan Feizhuo looked at the five people who were fighting fiercely. If the legend is true, then the one who can pull the sword out of the stone is the chosen king. If he is the chosen king, then maybe he can stop those five people?

After thinking about it for a while, Duan Feizhuo mustered up the courage to grab the hilt of the sword and pull it out—

— He raised the sword in the stone!

—but the stone still sticks on the point like a strange golf club!

Duan Feizhuo's body suddenly moved against his will. He rushed to one of the men, raised the sword in the stone high, and the stone on the tip of the sword hit the man's face. The man didn't even have time to let out a scream, and he fell on his back.

When the others discovered that a new enemy had joined the battlefield, Qi Qi was stunned for a moment. In the short moment they were thinking, Duan Feizhuo had already moved behind the second man at a speed that he could never achieve, and beat him down like a cocoon.

The two men lay on the ground moaning, the old woman, the girl and the remaining pure white mask looked at each other, and at the same time turned to Duan Feizhuo.

"Stop it!" Duan Feizhuo screamed.

He lunged at Mrs. Boyle directly in front of him, raised the sword in the stone, and swung it out like a club. Mrs. Boyle took off her bracelet, and with a light wave, the bracelet broke in the middle and turned into a golden dagger.

Her sword blocked the sword in the stone. Duan Feizhuo originally thought that the rusty sword in the stone would be split in two by the golden dagger, but unexpectedly there was a "click" and a crack appeared on the golden dagger instead!

Mrs. Boyle was stunned, as if she couldn't believe that her sharp weapon was defeated by such a broken sword.

Madeleine pulled out a short knife from her boot and slashed at the back of Duan Feizhuo's neck.

Before the blade fell, Duan Feizhuo turned around quickly, as if eyes had grown from the back of his head, and the stone on the tip of the sword hit the girl's wrist. The girl screamed and dropped the dagger.

Seeing this, Mrs. Boyle dodged Duan Feizhuo, the golden dagger bent and turned back into a bracelet. She hastily pushed the bracelet back on her wrist, rushed to the girl, and scooped her up.

Seeing that the two ladies had lost their will to fight, Duan Feizhuo turned to the last person who was still standing.

"You...do you know who I am?" Pure White Mask staggered back and said viciously, "I am a member of the Salem school, if you dare to hurt me, my companion in Salem, my mentor will definitely Won't…"

Before he could finish his words, he was hit in the stomach heavily by the sword in the stone. He flew backwards and hit the counter.

The five people who had been fighting fiercely before now tried their best to lower their bodies and dared not move. The trading house fell into an eerie silence.

Duan Feizhuo let go of his hand, and the sword in the stone fell to the ground.

"It hurts! How can you just throw someone away!" Shi Zhongjian screamed.

No one else seemed to hear it talking, only Duan Feizhuo could hear it. If you hear a voice that no one else can hear, it's probably a sign of madness.

The man closest to Duan Feizhuo stepped back on his hands and feet, as if Duan Feizhuo had some terrible germs on his body.

"Yes, I'm sorry, the owner of the trading house! Don't kill us! I beg you to be merciful! We are just excited..."

Duan Feizhuo put on a condescending attitude, "Oh, I see you are so proficient in fighting, I thought you often fight each other in the trading house. Did you do the same when the previous owner of the trading house was alive?"

The man shivered, "We definitely didn't despise you just because you are new here! We really just...we were dazzled by anger for a while..."

"I don't want to see you anymore. Get out!"

The three men scrambled towards the gate. They were quick in their movements when they fled.

On the other side, Mrs. Boyle and Madeline supported each other and were quietly moving towards the door.

"Are you leaving?" Duan Feizhuo turned around.

Madeleine let out a whimper. Mrs. Boyle held her in her arms, with an expression of death.

"Please allow us to leave, master of the trading house." The old woman said, "I swear, I will never dare to do anything wrong in front of you again."

"Don't you want your stuff?" Duan Feizhuo asked.

"No, no more," Madeleine trembled, "Those beads... can only be used once..."

"I mean that bottle of potion." Duan Feizhuo glanced at the small bottle in the display case, "Don't you guys want to buy that?"

"We have no money..."

"You can keep the shawl as collateral."

The old woman and the girl looked at each other, and then at the shawl on the ground. Judging from their expressions, they no longer wanted to do this business, but they were embarrassed to admit it when faced with the questioning from the owner of the trading house.

"Then we'll..."

Duan Feizhuo walked to the display cabinet, opened the glass door, and took out the small bottle containing the medicine. "Please take your belongings."

"Many, thank you..." Mrs. Boyle quickly took the bottle and stuffed it into her pocket, as if the bottle would be hot. She dragged the crying Madeleine to the door and crashed into the tapestry of the magic circle.

The figures of the two disappeared into the magic circle as if they were sucked into the vortex.

Now only Duan Feizhuo and the talking sword are left in the trading house.

He picked up the shawl from the floor and stuffed it into the empty display case.

"You shouldn't accept the mortgage." An invisible voice appeared in Duan Feizhuo's mind, "The secret trading house has never had such rules. They may never come back."

"That's exactly what I want. I wish this place would close down soon... Wait, is the sword talking?" Duan Feizhuo looked left and right.

"Why, is it incredible?"

Duan Feizhuo nodded like a pounding garlic. "Why does a sword talk?"

"Because I am not an ordinary sword, I am the great sword in the stone."

"The sword in the stone?" Duan Feizhuo looked questioningly at the stone on the tip of the sword.

"I've wanted to ask this question for a long time. Are you a foreigner?"

I really am. Duan Feizhuo thought to himself.

"Haven't you heard of the legend of the sword in the stone? In which backcountry did you grow up?"

"Of course I've heard of it!" Duan Feizhuo said, "But you are different from the legendary sword in the stone! Shouldn't the sword in the stone be stuck in a big rock, and whoever pulls it out will be the chosen king?"

"Ah, that's right. It was like that at first." Shi Zhongjian said listlessly, "Then one day, the railway was being built in the place where I was. A foreign worker found me. He had never heard of Sword in the Stone. He only felt that I was hindering the progress of the construction. But he couldn't pull me out. So he took the next best thing and dug me out with a small stone. I became what I am now."

"That's okay?!" Duan Feizhuo complained.

Why didn't those strong men who wanted to draw the sword in the stone in the legend not think of such a genius idea? If you can't pull out the sword, you can dig out the sword and the stone together! Absolutely!

"If I can remove this stone," he asked, "then am I not the Chosen King?"

"You can give it a try." The Sword in the Stone obviously didn't expect much.

Duan Feizhuo held the stone and pulled it down vigorously. The stone stood still.

"Are you sure you can pull it out?" he asked breathlessly. "Is the part below you already fossilized?"

"Has your mind turned into a paste?" Shi Zhongjian retorted.

"Okay, I know the answer." Duan Feizhuo made fun of himself, "Then why are you in the trading house?"

"Your uncle bought me from that foreign worker. He regarded me as the treasure of his store." When it came to this topic, Shi Zhongjian's tone became a little vain, as if it was very difficult to be a slow-moving commodity in a trading company. Honorable.

"My uncle? You mean Joseph? You know I'm his nephew?"

"He often talked about you before he died." Shi Zhongjian smacked his lips.

This thing doesn't even have a mouth, but it can make a "tsk tsk" sound. How did it do it? Duan Feizhuo was extremely curious.

"Surely you know how to get back?" he asked. "I mean, back to the real world, London. Those guests seem to get back through the tapestry in the stairwell, and me? Shall I go that way too?" "

Shi Zhongjian screamed, "You don't know? You don't understand at all? Arcane geometry, nothing at all? No one taught you?"

Duan Feizhuo hesitated and said, "I have learned geometry without the word 'secret'..."

"what?"

"To tell you the truth, my math scores in the college entrance examination are quite good. Ah no, you don't know what the college entrance examination is."

Shi Zhongjian muttered to himself, "It's really you, Joseph Chester, who found a layman who doesn't understand farts to inherit the trading business. How did I meet such a business genius like you?"

"I have the same doubt." Duan Feizhuo said seriously.

"Forget it. I was probably born to be a nanny. The tapestry is a guest passage, and guests can enter and exit the trading house through the magic circle on it. As for you, didn't you notice the magic circle on the clock?"

Duan Feizhuo turned and looked at the golden clock behind the counter. The heptagram is indeed drawn on the clock dial.

He hastily turned the pointer back to 12 o'clock and closed the customer passage to prevent any more customers from entering the place by mistake.

"That magic circle can only be used by the owner of the trading house. You can activate the magic circle by touching it lightly and thinking about where you want to go back."

Duan Feizhuo recalled the house at No. 49 Franchise Square. The moment he thought about it, a strong suction sucked him into the void, he spun quickly, and then—

"Sword in the Stone, you hit me!" Duan Feizhuo got up from the study carpet.

"You insisted on taking mine!" Shi Zhongjian shouted.

However, he came back anyway. He had no real sense of how long he had been in the secret trading house, and the wall clock on the wall told him that it was already twelve midnight.

The most thrilling day in Duan Feizhuo's life finally came to an end. He sincerely hoped that such a provocation would never happen again, but when he thought of the difficult situation before him he had to admit with pessimism that his hopes might be dim.

He sank down on the sofa "Well, at least those customers don't dare to come to the trading house anymore."

"You seem very happy?" Shi Zhongjian asked.

Duan Feizhuo said, "Of course, I don't want to take over this business at all!"

Shi Zhongjian asked "Why?"

"Before I came to London, I met two night guards! If I let them know that I am the owner of the secret trading house, wouldn't I be dead? Besides, I have money now, and I can live a good life without doing anything every day. Why bother yourself?"

Shi Zhongjian yelled, "You kid is too ungrateful! Not only did Joseph leave you a trading house full of treasures, but he also gave you such a rich inheritance! Don't you just want to enjoy wealth and don't want to fulfill your responsibilities? ?"

Duan Feizhuo threw the sword in the stone on the floor. It made an "ouch".

"Shao Morality kidnapped me! Do you know what kind of life I have lived in the past three years? Those wealth are not 'gifts' at all! It's almost like 'compensation'!"

"But whether you like it or not, you are already the owner of the trading house. Even if you have only entered the trading house once, this matter is certain." Shi Zhongjian's tone became aggressive, "Those night policemen don't care about your business. A few times. You're guilty the moment you walk into a trading house. They'll just gleefully throw you in a dungeon, and gleefully claim credit for it."

Duan Feizhuo was annoyed, "Stop talking! Don't I know?"

"Since your mind is still clear, then you should listen to my advice to not only continue to operate the trading company, but also learn the mystical philosophy, so that one day the night police come to trouble you, and you will be able to protect yourself."