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.

appeared as

time, it seemed as if it was

baffling thing about the scales was if you looked straight at the blade of the Silver Scales, it would

if one viewed it from a certain angle, it appeared

use of this, he would indeed have a

Geena picked the Silver Scales as he also used a spear before this, Dragon-Exterminator

was most comfortable

grade was slightly inferior to the Dragon-Exterminator

spear, Geena would naturally

in a hurry to

went to where they placed the middle-rank

he was already here, he should

middle-rank weapons were far lesser

higher the ranking, the lesser the availability

secretly told Geena that the Lawrences had high-ranking weapons, but they were all kept on the third floor of the martial art chambers, and

Geena nodded.

Fabian, a long dark red sword caught

delicate red patterns

it was rare, but because when he approached the Flame Sword, he felt it radiating subtle

was radiated from the fine

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

with surprise, and he cast a curious

the Flame Sword, a trace of

his lips

talking about these red-colored fine lines?”

lines were

weapon needs to be at

also many types of

see on this Flame Sword’s carvings, it can

that can speed up sharp weapons’ movement and

”

that, inscriptions can add different abilities to a weapon?” Geena stared at the Flame

“In summary, yes.

inscription patterns are profound, and I can’t explain them to

interested, there’s an inscriber at

greatly nurture their younger generations, and they’ll prepare weapons that have inscriptions for

same rank without inscriptions

as this

when dealing with other common sharp weapons of the same grade, the common

amazing! ” Geena blinked as he nodded, “Oceans Chamber of

I know it now.

for letting me

“Josef,