"Dogen, get another fifty pieces of No. 9 leather armor for this gentleman. Seeing that he couldn't be blinded, Negan's expression immediately collapsed, and his tone became weak.

"And twenty more swords, I'm familiar with Lord Sauron of House Augustus. Richard began to kick his nose and face, habitually knocking on a bamboo stick.

Negan hugged his arms without saying a word, sneering and giving him a pair of white eyes.

The gnome's eyes were large and godless, much like the eyes of a dead fish, and this one was really strong.

The dwarven blacksmiths shouted trumpets and carried out several heavy wooden crates. After lifting the pin with a crowbar, the lid was opened, revealing weapons buried in the straw.

"Huh. Richard raised his foot and hooked up a spear, which he held in his hand and examined it carefully.

Dwarven blacksmiths are experts at crafting weapons, and even this kind of mid-range item that is not particularly precious has put a lot of thought into it, and you can feel it as soon as you get started.

The spear and the spear use the same head, but there is a slight difference in size. The four-sided pyramid tip forged from stainless steel is meticulously crafted and insidious, and when pierced into the flesh, it will form a diamond-shaped cavity that is very difficult to heal. After the surface is deliberately frosted and matte, it looks no more remarkable than the inferior goods used by the country militia.

This is definitely not liked by the boys, because they can't be in the limelight when hunting. But true insiders know that biting dogs don't bother to bark, it's this kind of thing that looks inconspicuous and not gorgeous, and it is the most fatal thing on the battlefield.

Raising his hand and playing with a spear, a single rod floated out dozens of phantoms in front of his eyes, making Negan's face pale with fright.

Richard grinned and pointed at an innocent cockroach on the shelf that had been poked into slime, but the sharp edges did not hurt the wood behind it.

This hand was so fancy that it was almost showy, and the barbarian samurai and the passers-by who were watching the excitement clapped together and applauded.

Putting away the spear in his hand, Richard felt that the counterweight was suitable.

Civilians in the market may think that as long as it is hard and sharp, it is a good weapon, and he is not so naïve as a martial arts bully. The fit, weight, weight, and design all have to be twisted into a strand, and any flaw can only be regarded as a stall.

On the whole, this steel gun is certainly not as good as a tailor-made high-end product, but it is also so good that he is a little surprised.

"It's a dwarf. ”

Richard did not hesitate to praise him, "I rarely saw dwarven weapons in the Southern Province before, and I thought that human blacksmiths were not bad. Now I must say that when it comes to working with metal, blacksmiths of other races are really not as good as the natural spirituality of the dwarves. ”

Negan was originally lying on the counter fiddling with the chips, and the arrival of Huang Chengcheng's gold coins made the dwarf feel good. Hearing this, he suddenly threw down the gold coin and looked up and stared straight at Richard.

"Born spiritual? ha, we gnomes...... Forget it, forget it, what do you know. Negan waved his hand with amusement, sighed, and stepped out of the counter.

"Closed. ”

Without saying a word, the servants and blacksmiths began to drive people out, and the guests who had not finished buying protested loudly, but after all, they could not stop the power of the dwarf bison, and they were all blasted out.

Richard and a group of barbarians stood outside the door, looking at each other, very confused.

Could it be that this dwarf used to have a dwarf who had a terrible iron striking skill?

The evicted guests were resentful of Richard, who had annoyed Negan, and that was a fat beating according to the old rules. They gathered together with unkind faces, and looked at the size of the barbarian...... Somehow, my mood suddenly calmed down a lot.

Forget it, I'll come back tomorrow.

......

Richard took a group of brutes and returned to the shop where he had bought his baggage.

The scheduled cargo was filled with six wagons, and the coachmen and escorts were needed before they could set off. He inquired with the merchant and said that he was short of manpower and asked him to wait patiently.

Gunther, who had a blue nose and swollen face, sat in the car and couldn't stop complaining: "I said boss, I'm in pain all over my body now." It's too dark for you to start. ”

"Yes, sir. The other barbarians immediately began to babble, "It's almost enough to beat Gunther, and it's really been a bit after beating for a long time." ”

"Alright, alright, shut up, you guys. Richard took out two apples from the sack next to him and threw one at Gunther's head, "I'm afraid you're not convinced and want to give you a dismount, what's wrong, huh?"

"We highlanders have always been who has the biggest fist and who is the leader, what is not convinced. Gunther saw that the wounds on his body were healed immediately, and he reached out and easily caught the murderous apple. Three or two bites gnawed until only a core was left, and threw it on the road.

Richard saw that this food was so delicious, and thought it tasted good. I took a big bite and almost lost my eyebrows.

Anyway, he was idle, so he took out a knight's novel from his pocket and read it. The title of the book is "Knight Abin", and it has become very popular among the Pompeian people in recent years.

"Abin's martial arts are not good though......"

Richard soon immersed himself in quiet reading, swimming alone in the ocean of knowledge, gradually becoming fascinated.

"Boss~Boss!" Gunther shouted several times without response, and his admiration for his lord, a literate person who is literate and keen to read, has become more and more admired.

"Ahem, what?" Richard wiped his saliva and shoved the book into his pocket.

"Someone is looking for it. ”

Glancing around, a particularly short figure was standing not far away, looking directly at Richard.

"Negan, come to me?" he remembered the dwarf arms merchant, trying to trick him into money.

The surrounding barbarian warriors spread out a path to let him in, and under the backdrop of the tall barbarians, the already short dwarf looked particularly short.

"Yes. Negan had a long sword in his arms, and due to his height limitations, he could only hold one end and let the other drag the other to the ground.

"Something?"

"I thought about it for a long time, and I felt in my heart that it was a crime for this good sword to be buried in the blacksmith's shop, and that it had its place to go. Negan rubbed the hilt of the sword lovingly, and finally handed it to Richard with great reluctance.

Under the dim sunset, the dwarf businessman's face seemed to be a little lonely.

"Give it to me?" Holding the scabbard, he skillfully unsheathed it halfway, and the slightly purple reflection was indeed his own "dragon slayer".

"That's at least a few hundred gold coins, are you sure?" Richard usually likes to take advantage of small advantages, but when he does have a cheap advantage, he often begins to worry about moral intensibility.

In his hometown, which he can never go back to, this kind of behavior is very despicable, and he is called both wanting to be a bitch and building a torii.

"You have to pay back the money, and if you can't pay it back, send the sword back. ”

The dwarf angrily pulled out a small brass cigarette stick and lit a bag of tobacco leaves.

It is more akin to the dwarven blacksmith who would sometimes rather lose money than get a good weapon into the right hands. Because blacksmiths will believe that the works they have put their heart and soul into are alive.

Although the dwarf is a close relative of the dwarves, they have always been known for being philistine, shrewd, and indefatigable, and naturally regard gold as life. In their eyes, not being able to pay means being worthless, and it doesn't matter if the sword is worthy of a hero or not.

"I dreamed of becoming the greatest blacksmith in Ironforge, once, but in the end I didn't stop at an apprenticeship. Negan spread his hands and sighed helplessly, "The dwarf doesn't have enough strength. ”

"I know that I used to be a geometry scholar in my life. Richard bent his arms and stared at his well-developed biceps with a complicated expression.

The two silently shared a bag of tobacco leaves, each nodding in acknowledgment, and parting.