This kind of problem must be fixed, and it must be fast, preferably today!

I secretly made up my mind in my heart: I must not delay my life in order to save money!

Out of the dungeon, he first paid off the interest and part of the arrears of the proprietress and weighed the coins in his pocket twice: in addition to the two gold coins that were still owed, there were three gold coins and fourteen silver coins left.

It should be enough...

I muttered to myself.

Looking left and right, looking forward and backward, and finally chose a familiar weapon shop, pushed open the door, and there was no one in the shop.

I coughed deliberately, but no one answered.

"Anyone?" I asked softly.

When I walked into the store, my head turned left and right, but I couldn't find a single figure.

"No one.." I said to myself.

"Someone."

At this moment, a strong enthusiastic but slightly hoarse voice sounded.

I was startled, and followed the sound to see an old goblin with pale green skin, no more than waist height, and a mid-parted wig sitting on the counter.

Hey, isn't this the old profiteer who kicked me out last time!

The old goblin rubbed his bloodshot eyes, looked at me carefully, and said tentatively, "Have I seen you somewhere?" ”

"Have you seen it?" I deliberately played dumb.

"Yes. Let me think," the old goblin pondered, rubbing his chin.

"Can you put aside the memory link first, I came this time to build a weapon."

"What weapon?" The old goblin asked subconsciously.

"Taidao."

Suddenly, the old goblin's face turned red, his eyes widened, he raised his head, and shook the sparse beard on his chin violently, and he raised his short and thick right hand, stretched out his index finger, and pointed it at my face with a trembling finger, and the whole person fell into a state of semi-madness.

"I remember, you. You."

Seeing the excited appearance of his blowing beard and glaring at his eyes, a large bead of sweat piled up on my forehead: what did he want to express?

He was excited for a long time, and he didn't say a word, and at the end, he suddenly reached out and touched the counter.

I was shocked, what was he going to do, looking for a weapon? Is this to kill me for revenge?

But I only have a relationship with him on the side of repairing weapons before, so I can't be so radical...

Just as he was thinking wildly, he trembled and took out a small vial, opened the cap of the bottle tremblingly, poured out two red pills, and then opened his mouth wide, tilted his neck, and swallowed.

Then he sat down in a chair and sighed repeatedly.

Seeing that his face gradually changed to normal, I could finally conclude that this old profiteer was really sick, not pretending to be sick in order to raise the price, and at the same time, I could also be sure of one thing, the last iron piece incident seemed to really make him angry, otherwise he would not have been so impressed by a poor bastard like me.

After a while, he relieved himself and said weakly: "I remember I said that you are not welcome here, please go out." ”

I squinted my face and said, "Old man, don't be so excited, be kind and make money." ”

The old goblin's face finally turned back to light green completely, he calmed down his excitement, and originally wanted to refuse my order, but at the moment when he raised his hand to send off the guest, he stopped his movements again, hesitated for a while, and finally sighed, and said: "If you fool me with a piece of iron again this time, I will definitely go to the adventurer base to report you." ”

"No, no," I waved my hand again and again, "This time it should be a good thing." ”

With that, he untied the long and short swords from his back and put them on the counter.

The moment I reached out, the old goblin's eyes flickered, and a pair of eyes were fixed on my cast-iron gauntlet, refusing to move away.

"What's wrong?"

Seeing that he looked weird, I asked puzzled.

"Show me your gauntlets," the old goblin was anxious.

He took off his handguard and handed it over, he took it with both hands, put on his glasses, and studied it carefully.

It took a long time before he raised his head and squinted at me.

"How did you get these gauntlets?" The old goblin's tone was serious.

"Is there anything that can't be famous?" I thought to myself, in order to reduce unnecessary trouble, I naturally wouldn't tell him that he was cut off from the guardian monster, so I vaguely said, "I got it by fighting the monster." ”

"No wonder. No wonder." The old goblin's tone was clear, as if my answer was a matter of course.

"What's the name?" I asked.

"Of course it's famous, and it's not small," the old goblin said solemnly, "It's a pair of enchanted gloves." ”

"Enchanted gloves!"

As if I had misheard, I was dumbfounded, and it took me a long time to come to my senses: "Really? ”

"You can question my height, but you can't question my professionalism!"

The old goblin said proudly: "Although I dare not say that I am a master, I can definitely be called an expert!" ”

Expert..

Why do I always feel unreliable every time I hear this word?

Looking around, the weapon shop is narrow and dim, although it is often cleaned, and it is relatively clean, but it doesn't look like a shop that can be opened by an expert at this level - at least it has to be a hundred times larger than this shop to be reasonable!

He glanced at him suspiciously, picked up the gauntlet, and asked, "You said that this gauntlet is enchanted. Why didn't I see it? ”

"So you're a layman," said the old goblin, pointing to the fine particles all over the pig iron gauntlet, "Look at these grains, is there any difference?" ”

When I got the gauntlets, I always thought that these particles were made because the puppets were born faster, and after listening to the old goblin, I noticed that normal pig iron is gray, and its particles should also be gray, but when I looked closely, I found that these particles were actually black.

"These. What is it? I couldn't help but ask.

"Obsidian" said the old goblin, "It is an ore that can increase the strength of equipment." ”

"You kid is really lucky, the production of obsidian in the Zephyr Continent is not large, and the price of equipment enchanted with it is generally high, it will definitely not be something that a poor boy like you can afford, if you just said that you bought this weapon, I will definitely think you are a thief."

"You always say I'm a poor boy, so sure I'm poor?" I asked, "What if I keep a low profile and don't show my wealth?" ”

"Impossible," the goblin boss affirmed, "the adventurer industry has always been a high-risk industry, and any rich person will equip himself like a fortress, and will never swagger around in a beggar's suit." ”

He raised his eyelids slightly and teased, "Unless you are a fool who doesn't take your life seriously." ”

I was speechless, stared at him for a few seconds, and finally admired.

"Well," I said helplessly, "you're right, I'm a poor boy indeed." ”

The old goblin took advantage of his words and nodded with satisfaction.

Putting on his glasses, he continued to examine the two swords I had handed over, he first drew the knight's sword, carefully compared it under the magic lamp for a long time, nodded, inserted the hilt, and set it aside.

Then, he picked up the short sword again, weighed it, frowned, and slowly drew the sword out of its sheath to observe it carefully.

After a while, he rose again.

"Where did you get this sword?"