The Prince Who Was Raised in Hell

“There are so many martial art skills!” Geena was stupefied.

As he remembered, only three sets of martial art skills were passed down by Salleria’s royal family.

However, if each wooden grid had one set of martial art skills, there would be about a hundred here.

That number was shocking.

“Of course not!” Fabian laughed, “there are thirty-seven types of martial arts skills kept in the Lawrence family.

The rest of them are just library collections.

Nonetheless, they are also collected by the Lawrences.”

‘Thirty-seven is a lot.’ Geena thought.

As he had ample time, Geena was not in a hurry to choose, and he had just finished wandering this floor.

Just as Fabian said, there were only 37 martial arts skills placed in the wooden grids, and each grid stored one type.

There were even explanatory notes at the side on what type of martial arts skill it was, its origin, and so on.

The rest of the wooden grids were filled with collections of books.

Since each grid could not have one book only, dozens of books were kept in a grid.

When Fabian noticed that Geena appeared calm, he asked curiously, “Have you decided on what type of martial art skill you’ re going for?”

“I’d like to see what type of weapons there are first, then I’ll choose the skill,” Geena explained his plan.

He was not wandering since the beginning, but he already made plans and goals in his heart.

“Let’s go to the second floor to look at the weapons.” Fabian led Geena upstairs.

The second floor of the martial art chamber had a similar setup to the floor below.

However, it was not as peaceful as the first floor as some Lawrence family members here.

Fabian instantly whispered and explained that these people were responsible for safeguarding the weapons, and Geena should not be bothered by them.

Geena nodded and walked forward.

He already knew that the first to third-grade weapons were low-ranking, the fourth to sixth-grade weapons were middle-ranking, and seventh to ninth-grade weapons were high-ranking.

James let him choose a low-ranking weapon, so he could only pick one from first to third grade.

There were many sharp weapons to choose from, but Geena already targeted picking a third-grade spear.

The spear was named Silver Scales.

name, the spear’s surface appeared as if

if it was covered in

the blade of the Silver Scales, it would just appear to be silver and

a certain angle, it appeared

Geena made good use of this, he would indeed have a fantastic result when he used

Scales as he also used

was most

grade was slightly inferior to the

would naturally be choosing the

still not in a hurry to

to where they

already here, he should surely gain

weapons were far lesser

ranking, the lesser

the Lawrences had high-ranking weapons, but they were all kept on the third floor of the martial art chambers, and ordinary people would not be allowed

Geena nodded.

acknowledging Fabian, a long dark red sword caught his

the sword’s handle had delicate red

because it was rare, but because when he approached the

the heat was radiated from the

at the pattern, he noticed as if there was fire flowing in it, and the closer he was to it, the more obvious the heat

eyes glistened with surprise, and he cast a curious glance

Fabian saw the Flame Sword, a trace of envy flashed in his

his lips and

about these red-colored fine

“Yes, these fine lines were carved by an

be at least middle-rank

are also many types of

you can see on this Flame Sword’s carvings, it

there are inscription patterns that can speed up sharp weapons’ movement and

”

a weapon?” Geena stared at the Flame Sword and

“In summary, yes.

I can’t explain them to

you’re interested, there’s an inscriber at the Oceans

generations, and they’ll prepare weapons that

without inscriptions

this

when dealing with other common sharp weapons of the same grade, the common weapon may burn and melt from the activation of the Flame

Geena blinked as he nodded, “Oceans Chamber of

I know it now.

you for letting me

and he exclaimed, “Josef, as your elder, I must