"Wait a minute," Brasen couldn't help but taunted subconsciously: "Brando, you don't want Freya to wear that set of decorations, do you? Not all armors are used in actual combat, you know.

?"

Brando didn't bother to pay attention to him at all. He took the armed uniform and was about to put it on for Freya. But the girl blushed, waved her ponytail, took the armed uniform and said, "I, I will do it myself."

He was stunned. He didn't pay much attention to it in the game before. He and his female knights and fellow warriors all helped each other get armor, but he forgot that this was reality.

"What do you think?" Brasen couldn't help but ask when he saw Freya running behind the wood pile alone.

"What?"

"That's a work of art. It's too heavy. You don't want Freya to wear it to fight, do you? Besides, have your militia learned how to wear armor to fight?"

"Too heavy?" This was the first time Brando heard this statement. He couldn't help but look back at the young deputy captain of the police, wondering if he had water in his brain.

He didn't explain much, waved Freya over, and then helped her put on the half-armor. Then he asked: "How do you feel?"

“A bit heavy and not very flexible.”

The young people behind Brayson let out a burst of snickers. An obvious decoration - can it not be heavy? Of course, most of these laughters are kind, but there are also malicious and sarcastic ones.

Brando ignored them and said to the suit of armor: "s'taz."

This word is an ancient word meaning wind.

The half-armor was instantly shrouded in a layer of cyan light, and floated up from Freya's body with a splash, tightly protecting her whole body. The girl was slightly startled, and shouted in surprise: "This -?"

Brando turned back: "The wind half-body armor infused with wind elements, some people actually described it as too heavy. Presumably the elf craftsman who designed this armor will not rest in peace even if he dies, right?"
Chapter completed!