Giant Breathing Technique!

Chapter 83 Giant Breathing Technique! (3rd update! Please subscribe!)

"Old man, you don't mean you want me to kill Emperor Mu for you, do you? I'm just an ordinary knight." Li Wei chuckled; he had a pretty good idea of ​​what was going on.

The masked man shook his head: "Your Excellency needs ambergris so much, it is most likely for practicing breathing techniques. As far as I know, families that need ambergris as a secret medicine for breathing techniques are all extraordinary."

Of course, I would like to find someone stronger to help me, such as a Grand Knight-level expert. However, such beings would naturally not bother with an unknown old commoner like me, and I cannot offer them any conditions that would tempt them to do this.

Upon hearing this, Li Wei's heart stirred slightly. The man in front of him appeared to be dressed as a commoner, old and frail, with little fighting ability, but his background was definitely not simple; his ancestors must have been wealthy.

The man continued:

"Furthermore, I certainly won't let you kill Emperor Mu. No one can defeat Emperor Mu; he is an unparalleled war god born from the storm. The person I want you to kill for me is Maika, the kingdom's treasurer. He's just an ordinary knight, and he's as old as me. He only rose to the position of treasurer because of the Imperial Fist. That old guy has no skills whatsoever; he just had a good daughter."

Before he became the Finance Minister, he was just an official in the Upper District Finance Bureau, a villain who was utterly wicked in secret. He had imprisoned dozens of ordinary women in his basement, forcing them to satisfy him, serve him, and bear his children. Even after those women's daughters had grown up, he did not stop his heinous and bestial acts. Many people died in the process, including my only relative, my sister...

Oh, by the way, judging from your request, besides desperately needing ambergris, you must also be a collector of breathing techniques, right? You seem to really want the Giant's Breathing Technique? If you can help me kill Maca, I do know where the Giant's Breathing Technique is.

I drink at the Shining Tavern every day, hoping you'll bring me his head. But I don't have much time left. If you want the Giant's Breathing Technique, you'd better bring me his head before I die.

By the way, my last name is... Mellon.

After speaking, the masked man left.

Li Wei's expression was complicated as he watched the man walk away, his heart filled with inner turmoil.

"Mellon..."

"The Mellon family still has descendants!"

He thought the Mellon family had disappeared into the annals of history.

Unexpectedly, a small portion of the Tuva Empire, thousands of miles away, still lived in seclusion in the holy city.

Come to think of it, perhaps only in places where the holy light of the Father of God cannot reach can the descendants of the Mellon family find a glimmer of hope!

"A family that once produced top-tier knights has fallen to such a state. In the face of the long river of time, everything is so pale and powerless. That's why we need to live a long and prosperous life." Li Wei sighed inwardly.

No wonder this old man knows so much; he is indeed a descendant of a prominent family.

"I really need ambergris, and I really need the Giant Breathing Technique, but... it's too dangerous for me to assassinate the father-in-law of the Imperial Fist, a great figure who stands at the pinnacle of the era. Although killing McCa is not impossible, the risk is too great."

Li Wei shook his head. The old man probably had no motive to deceive him. He was a dying man and had no reason to do such a thing. Besides, he had no grudge against Li Wei and had no reason to play tricks on him.

This is most likely true, but Li Wei dislikes the process of seeking fortune through danger.

Since his debut, the vast majority of the murders Li Wei has committed have been based on absolute certainty of his strength and only after he had achieved overwhelming dominance.

Even if it's not a complete rout, it should at least be a rock-solid situation, meaning that even if you're not a match for the opponent, you still have the ability to protect yourself.

Li Wei is very strong now; he is confident that no one below the Grand Knight can defeat him!

The problem is, he still doesn't know how strong a Grand Knight is, let alone how strong a top-tier Grand Knight like the Imperial Fist is. After all, the only Grand Knight he's ever seen is his father, and his father rarely makes a move in front of a child like him.

He feared that he was narrow-minded and arrogant, and would ultimately suffer the same fate as the enemies he had killed.

"That old man should still have a few years left to live. Perhaps I can consider it after I advance to the rank of Grand Knight."

Leaving the Shining Tavern, Li Wei had gained a lot this time.

At least the promise that person made to Li Wei let him know that the Giant Breathing Technique still existed.

Moreover, that old pervert Maika's house has so much ambergris. If I can get my hands on it, I'll never have to worry about ambergris again!

No wonder the holy city of the Tuva Empire, which is known as the birthplace of the Earth Dragon Beast, doesn't sell much ambergris. It turns out that the Imperial Fist has contracted to make it into statues and given them to his father-in-law.

"Damn McCain, you rich bastard! Why don't you eat meat porridge! I'm so desperate for ambergris, and these people are still so extravagant. They should be killed!" Li Wei cursed inwardly.

He returned to the blacksmith's shop and continued forging his armor.

He doesn't have enough money yet; he needs to sell a few more mithril armors.

"Where's the new guy? Come out here."

Li Wei was forging when he suddenly heard cursing and swearing coming from outside.

He came out and saw that the scarred man from the Blood Hand Gang was holding a broken sword in his hand, which he had thrown on the ground.

"What's wrong, everyone?" Li Wei asked.

"You know perfectly well what I'm asking. Didn't you see my sword is broken? Do you have any good swords? Give me one. How can you protect your blacksmith shop without good weapons? You know, the Wildfire Gang next door is eyeing your business with a lot of covetous eyes." The scarred man said, his voice full of arrogance despite his lack of conviction.

"There are some outside, take your pick," Li Wei said, and went back inside.

"Then we won't stand on ceremony, brothers, let's get some new gear." With the scarred man's shout, the gang members instantly threw away their junk weapons and replaced them with ordinary weapons that Li Wei had previously forged and placed on the weapon rack to avoid attracting attention.

These ordinary weapons were excellent for these naive gang members.

Before long, it became quiet outside.

Li Wei faintly heard someone sighing.

"When will this ever end?"

"Father, I contacted a prospective knight-ranger yesterday. I've had enough of this. Why don't we unite with the others on this street and rebel?"

"Sigh, Bloodhand is a formal knight, and it's said that several knights have died at his hands. Moreover, I heard that someone saw Bloodhand drinking with someone who looks like Treasurer McCa..."

"But rather than groveling here, it's better to wander in the wilderness."

Li Wei listened to these conversations expressionlessly and continued forging.

The next day, the new armor was completed.

Li Wei sent it to the Shining Tavern for auction, and as he had said, the masked old man was indeed drinking alone in a corner.

After finishing his own business, Li Wei went to the old man's side, ordered a glass of Lion King liquor, and then drank it all in one gulp.

"Old man, live well. I don't want to find myself dead when I come to the tavern with what you need."

The masked old man raised his head, his body trembling. His eyes gleamed as he raised a glass of Lion King liquor and downed it in one gulp. Then he said:

"Ahem... Young man, may your future shine as brightly as the Knight with the Lionheart!"

(End of this chapter)