My Summons Are All Gods Chapter 373 - Hair Dryer

Chapter 373: Hair Dryer

I had never thought that this sword in Jerry’s hands would be as obedient as a pet!

This greatly refreshed Bulanda’s understanding.

Where was your dignity?

Where was the seriousness of your Sword of Victory?

It had completely lost its dignity!

If it was anyone else who touched the sword like this, the Sword of Victory might have just quit and gone on a killing spree.

However, in Jerry’s hands, such a dangerous weapon was managed by him obediently!

When Jerry’s hand passed by the tip of the sword, the buzzing sound of the Sword of Victory beca even louder. The entire sword shook violently, as if it was very satisfied.

“Looks like the sharpest part is the most sensitive.”

Jerry smiled and flicked the Sword of Victory, making a crystal clear sound.

Finally, Jerry’s handkerchief pushed past the tip of the sword. The handkerchief that was stained with blood clearly could not be used. Jerry casually threw it on the swamp.

Then, Jerry was not in a hurry to use the knife oil.

Just as he finished wiping the blade, he suddenly thought of a new idea.

“Fly by yourself.”

The Sword of Victory received the order. It hovered in the air, waiting for its master’s next service.

Jerry transferred his divine power to his hand.

His left hand represented fire and blazing energy.

His right hand was a pure gale and empty space.

His two hands were placed in front and back, allowing the wind to blow, bringing with it the temperature of fire…

Bulanda was dumbfounded.

However, this ti, he was not surprised by Jerry’s skillful use of divine power. He was actually able to convert divine power into two elents at the sa ti.

But, it was the effect that Jerry was now creating. Wasn’t that a hairdryer!!

The warm wind blew on the Sword of Victory, evaporating all the tiny remaining water vapor!

As an ancient divine artifact, the Sword of Victory had never experienced such treatnt before. At first, it was still a little uncomfortable. Its reaction was very intense, and it wanted to run away.

However, after a while, it lazily stopped in the air and allowed the comfortable wind to blow across its entire body, bringing dryness and comfort to its body.

“D*mn it, it’s aweso!”

Bulanda could not help but exclaim.

Who would have thought that divine power could be used in this manner!

The modern people kept fantasizing about how refreshing the ancient gods or kings were.

However, in reality, in that era where technology was not developed and everything needed to be handled with the most primitive ans, a small illness was enough to take away a person’s life, and even after washing their hair, it had to be dried naturally. How could it be so comfortable?

This was sothing that Bulanda had faintly felt since the Empire Era.

It was to the extent that it was difficult to complete the construction of the city’s sewer system. Bulanda himself did not understand these things, so the way he handled the excrent was very realistic, which was to pour from the top of the building!

This was also the reason why the aristocratic ladies of ancient tis had such big hats!

It was not because they thought it was so big, but because it was not so big that it could not withstand the “surprise” that ca from the second floor!

Bulanda was a little regretful. How could he not have thought of using divine power to replace technology to make up for the regret of the lack of technology!

Bulanda realized that Jerry was definitely not a boorish person who only knew how to fight and kill. He was even very smart in many things, and his thinking was also very flexible.

Bulanda was even more impressed. It seed that Jerry was even more unfathomable than he had imagined!

A minute later, Jerry withdrew his divine power.

Such a small matter did not require much of his divine power. In fact, he had almost recovered by now.

However, he was afraid that the Sword of Victory would beco more pampered under such treatnt. What if he beca lazy in the future?

After all, Jerry had always only used the hairdryer for himself. He would never give it to anyone else. This was not in line with his status as the god-king.

The Sword of Victory was almost in a deep sleep under such a warm wind.

After all, the wind was too warm. It was like being surrounded by fluffy cotton that had been basked in the sun during a cold winter.

Now, the wind had ended in an instant. The Sword of Victory was still reluctant to part with it, so it stood up lazily.

“Apply the knife oil.”

Jerry said as he took out a bottle of knife oil.

This bottle of knife oil looked very new, as if it had just been refined. It was crystal clear and shimring.

The Sword of Victory was stunned. From what it knew, this bottle of knife oil seed very familiar.

Jerry opened the bottle cap, and imdiately, a llow fragrance was emitted with a hint of heat.

This bottle of knife oil was not made of animal oil. The sll of animal oil was too fragrant, and it would attract mosquitoes.

It was made of paraffin oil as the main ingredient, but paraffin oil was more viscous, so Vaseline was added to blend it. It had a natural and special taste.

Jerry waved his hand and poured all the knife oil onto the Sword of Victory’s thick and large body, allowing the knife oil to spill everywhere.

The Sword of Victory was slightly stunned, and that familiar feeling once again enveloped its entire body!

It originally thought that after changing its master, it would welco a brand new maintenance thod, but in fact, Jerry did the sa thing. For example, the “hair dryer”, which was sothing that did not exist in the era of King Arthur. It was also the first ti that the Sword of Victory experienced such a comfortable warm breeze.

However, what the Sword of Victory did not expect was that after so many years, it still had the chance to experience the familiar oil texture of the blade. Instantly, it felt as if it had returned to its hotown, and it let out a low and irregular sword chi.

“Experience it well. In the future, you won’t be able to enjoy such a service, unless you can bring a rich victory.”

“Hum, hum.”

The Sword of Victory let out a joyful and enjoyable sword hum, as if it was answering Jerry’s words.

Jerry took out a second handkerchief, tightly grasped the root of the Sword of Victory, and pushed it up with force.

The purpose of applying the knife oil was to isolate the air, so there was no need for the knife oil to wash anything clean. It was just to ensure that the knife oil was evenly applied to the whole body.

A careful craftsman would apply the knife oil for several hours.

However, Jerry had a very precise grasp of his own strength.

Although the power of lightning was great, the things it could do were actually very limited.

Although the dostic electric current was not as powerful as lightning, it could accurately flow into electrical appliances and do many fantastic things for humans.

Jerry was in such a state now. He had never worshiped lightning, and the power of the wilderness was actually extrely empty.

Grasping details, precision and elegance were the magnanimity that a king should have!

His power could accurately transmit to every inch of his finger. With a casual wipe, he could make the knife oil spread evenly to every corner of the blade, leaving no gaps or omissions.

If the machete n saw this scene, they would definitely think that Jerry was fooling around. How could there be such a careless maintenance of a weapon?

But if they looked carefully, they would find that Jerry’s technique was extrely precise and natural!