"Welcome." Valentine forced a cough. Standing on the stool to carry things from high places, he has not looked back for the time being.

Xia Zuo led Long Ge and pushed the door into the "Beecher Weapon Shop".

A compact shop, not even as big as the country Holf.

Weapons, shields, and armor were placed on the walls and display cases, and behind the counter were anvils, stoves, and molds.

Although the sparrow is small, it has all kinds of organs. Originally, he wanted to borrow their forging tools, but Xia Zuo could not afford to have two sets of anvils in Holf's blacksmith shop.

"I don't buy weapons, I want to borrow your anvil and stove, of course, I'll pay." Natsu Zuo walked forward as he quickly glanced at the weapons around him.

I wanted to shake my head, but I thought it would be rude to the store.

I heard that it is the cheapest weapon shop in the royal capital, and as expected, the things sold are all within the tenth level. But in the same way, the cost of renting an anvil should also be minimal.

"Sorry guest, I have a batch of orders that need to be completed right now." Dwarf Beecher looked up and frowned - a Terran who couldn't see any muscles, wanted to borrow an anvil?

Maybe the tall, strong woman behind him was more like a man who could strike iron... It's just that as if he had never seen the world, he looked at the weapons and armor and other goods on display with extreme curiosity.

Beecher snorted, knowing that it wasn't because of the good quality of the goods that attracted her attention.

"I have to admit that there is really too much metal in this era, and I don't dare to think about it in the tribe... My silver spear is one of the few warriors who deserves ......."

"What about the price?" Xia Zuo didn't have time to pay attention to Long Ge's exclamation, and was bent on convincing the store to discharge 4 silver coins on the counter, which was enough to buy the long-handled axe that looked the most expensive in the store.

"I'm very sorry. Guest, it's not about money. Glancing at Xia Zuo, Beecher continued to beat, "You may not have heard of the name of the old man, the old man opened a shop in Zebel not only to make money, but also to serve the Terrans, let alone lend the special anvil to a "Terran". ”

Just as Beecher turned his head, Xia Zuo noticed that there was an unerased "slave curse mark" on his thick neck. That means that he had been someone's slave, but now free, and the curse mark had only been rudely erased.

This reminded Xia Zuo that the status of the dwarves in the royal capital may not be as good as Lifu Village?

"I'm not a Terran..."Xia Zuo said after considering the situation of the shopkeeper, maybe revealing his identity as an Inhuman can win trust, you can rest assured, others have no way to prove that they are not Terrans, but there are many ways to take the initiative to prove that they are not Terrans, and pretended: "But forget it, I won't embarrass you." ”

Hearing what seemed to be a young and familiar voice in the conversation, Valentine, who had come down from the stool, turned around, and the bad cold made his hearing very hazy and depressing.

"Your Excellency Xia Zuo!?" Valentine suddenly exclaimed.

Xia Zuo and Beecher both looked at Valentine in unison.

"Do you know this guest?" "Who are you?"

Beecher said to Valentine at the same time as Xia Zuo.

Valentine nodded, walked unnaturally to the counter, and looked at Xia Zuo excitedly: "Have you forgotten me?" I'm one of the subhuman slaves you rescued this morning~"

"There are too many people, I haven't written them all down," Xia Zuo thought for a while, and had no impression of the subhuman in front of him, whether it was his face or the name "Valentine" on the top of his head, "You can get a job just after being released?" It's quick. ”

"You're kidding, I was already working here before I fell into the slave trader's cage." Valentine scratched his head and laughed, he hadn't had any spell marks carved into his neck yet.

"So you're the Xia Zuo that Valentine said?" Beecher widened his eyes, his tone was not as tough as before, and he greeted Xia Zuo, "It was really disrespectful just now." ”

"It's not just me, there are many subhumans who were rescued by you at noon, all of whom have their own jobs and even families in Zeber, and they were only punished by the Grand Court as slaves because they broke some laws, and they repaid the losses caused by their crimes to Zeber..."

"Are you a criminal?" Xia Zuo looked at Valentine... Worthy of being chosen from a bunch of sick Asian slaves, he is thin and weak, and has three debuffs on his head. Not at all like a robber, it is impossible to have the speed of a thief.

"What a criminal," said Beecher disdainfully, carrying the hammer over his shoulder, "Valentine just accidentally failed to hold on to the box while carrying goods on the street, and let the iron ingot smash the little toe of a nobleman. ”

"That's it?" Xia Zuo frowned. It seems to be a matter of paying for medical expenses.

"Obviously, that nobleman can recover as long as he recovers from his injuries for a period of time, and he is afraid of offending the nobleman's justice, so he let Valentine be a slave!" Becher's leather gloves clenched as his fists clenched, "What a stingy Terran!" If the Terrans smashed the nobles, they would definitely not be sentenced so severely! ”

"I'm in favor of that! The people in the city are very stingy, and they felt it the first time they came to the city. Appreciating the dragon song in the exquisite workmanship goods, a sentence suddenly came.

"Huh...?" Beecher looked at them again, "So, the two guests, aren't they Terrans?" It doesn't look like it at all..."

Immediately after Beecher saw the circle of slave curse marks on Long Ge's neck, he initially believed it, because the human race would not become a slave of the human race, only other races would.

"Is Your Excellency Xia Zuo here to buy weapons? It was so welcome. Valentine saluted.

"By the way, you want to borrow an anvil, my words just now are not very polite, please forgive me." Beecher suddenly took Valentine's words, ripped off the fireproof waist and gloves, put the hammer on the counter, and handed it to Xia Zuo.

"You're not going to process orders?"

"That's it, it's done overnight, how long do you want to use it." Beecher smiled.

"That's the same price, four silver coins."

Beecher hurriedly shook his hand, "You saved Valentine, the old man won't take your money." ”

"Well, I originally wanted to bargain, but since I can cut it directly to 0, I can't accept it anymore." Xia Zuo walked around the counter and came to the anvil - more vicissitudes than Holf's.

"Guest, don't you want a hammer? It's best to wear a leather girdle and leather gloves as well, as Mars will leave scars on your spotless skin. Horf dissuaded, still feeling in his heart that Xia Zuo's appearance did not want to fight the iron man, and now it seems that this is the case, but it is impossible to explain it in a disrespectful way.

"No, there will be no sparks, and there will be no sound of iron..."

As he spoke, Xia Zuo took out the destroyed silver spear from his bag, which was damaged by Long Ge when he dealt with the sabertooth flame before.

The reason why it is silver is because about 4% Mithril is mixed with the raw iron, which makes it stronger than ordinary iron.

"How did you put that long one in your fanny pack... Magic? Valentine exclaimed.

"Silvery, an alloy of Mithril and iron?" Beecher took a few steps closer.

"Oh? You see it directly? This was unexpected by Xia Zuo, and he only knew it from the item information.

"It's so old," Beecher pointed to Whitebeard, "Mithril is under 10 percent." ”

Xia Zuo raised his eyebrows, "I know the goods very well... Wouldn't it be too much of a waste of your talent to build only this room of inferior iron? Or do you only have the ability to discern? ”

"Your Excellency Xia Zuo, it's not appropriate to say that inferior iron tools are always appropriate..."

Valentin didn't finish persuading, but Beecher stretched out his hand to stop it, "Those things are a few pounds and a few taels, and the old decay still knows it, this guest is right." ”

Xia Zuo looked at him quietly, as if waiting for a satisfactory answer.

"Guest, what do you think it means to forge a better weapon than the Terran shop in the aristocratic district in Zeber?" Beecher pulled open the neckline, making the "Slave Curse Seal" stand out.