The middle-aged orc Tyrese quickly brought a large glass of mango milkshake to Edith.

"You wait here for a while, I have some business to talk about in the back room." Harold said to Edith, who was eating a mango milkshake.

Edith gave him a "I see" gesture.

Over there, Tyrese had opened the inconspicuous little door in the corner of the room, and he slumped down and slipped inside.

Harold followed and walked in, closing the door with his hand.

Edith took another sip of mango juice, and then she gently put down her glass and crept to the door, clinging to it to eavesdrop, but she couldn't hear anything.

"Huh? I can't hear anything, is there a lot of space in here? Edith listened for a moment, but found nothing. She reluctantly sat back down at the table and honestly drank the mango-flavored juice shake.

She guessed correctly, the space behind the door was indeed large, with a flight of stairs leading to a deep basement.

A forge was built in the basement to illuminate the dim underground.

The orc Tyrese was rummaging through the brightly lit basement.

Harold was silent, watching the flames burn in the furnace, the orange flames illuminating his eyes.

"You kid, go on." Tyrese shouted, and he threw two large rectangular pieces of brown leather at Harold. "Turn the clockwork gear on the quiver for five weeks before you can shoot."

Harold caught it steadily, and by the light of the stove he could see the structure of the leather, both of which were fixed with a metal sleeve quiver, which contained an 8-inch long wolf's tooth barbed arrow, and the arrow cluster was structured into four edges, each of which had a strong barb with a wolf's tooth. The rest of each piece of leather was not empty, and each of them had four thin arrows of the same construction in a row and were attached to the leather by small straps, which were spare arrows for replacement.

Harold quickly wrapped the leather around his forearm, fastened the leather buckle just right to fit his forearm, and turned the pinion on the quiver for five weeks.

"I've done what you had in mind, and I've made the dwarven metal you sent a few days ago into very thin metal chains, connected to the Hidden Arrow and the quiver. Now how about trying it out. ”

Harold nodded when he heard this, his feet were slightly forked, his arms were staggered up and down, and he slammed lightly, triggering the mechanism on the quiver at the same time, and with the faint sound of the slight friction of metal, two sleeve arrows connected to extremely thin chains shot out in an instant, like a poisonous snake spitting letters.

The two arrows shot a distance of seven or eight meters, which was a limit of length, and the thin arrows condensed in the air without falling, and were retracted by the chain.

"After a shot, if you miss the target, the arrow will automatically be retracted. If you hit a target, it depends on the weight and strength of the target, for example, if the arrow hits the flesh of an ordinary adult, it usually needs to be manually recovered. But no matter how it is recovered, the clockwork gear must be turned five times before the next launch can be made. ”

"Understood. Well, in other words, the first shot prepared in advance is the most useful in actual combat. ”

"That's right." Tyrese nodded in agreement.

Harold drew a thin arrow from his quiver, and he tugged on the chain again, estimating the approximate strength of the dwarven metal chain.

"It's not bad, but I don't know if the strength of the chain lock and the assistance of wind magic can achieve an effect similar to that of a three-dimensional mobile device, well, I still have to test it in practice." Mana is a shortcoming, and an instant jump of primary wind magic will reduce mana by about one-seventh. Harold muttered to himself as he tucked the Hidden Arrow into the quiver and hid it in his sleeve.

"Three-dimensional motorized device? What the hell is that, and how do you want to spoil good gear? ”

"Nothing, nothing!" Harold waved his hand and did not explain. "What about the main weapon? How long will it take to arrive? ”

The orc man Tyrese replied, "Three days, three more days in the furnace." He hesitated slightly: "But why are you in such a hurry this time?" The agreed date is three days later. ”

"It's just that I didn't expect to encounter some troublesome things recently, and the weapon in hand arrived a little earlier and was prepared." Harold replied lightly.

"Oh, hehe. It's a bit of a hassle for you to evaluate, and that's definitely a lot of trouble. Tyrese smiled heartily.

"Billana Dark's old mom has a temper that nagging and being a little lighter every day."

"Hey, hey, hey!" Now the orc Tyrese is not calm. "Miss Lanna is obviously kind and cute, what nonsense are you talking about this kid?!"

"This dead loli control orc!" Harold cursed, rolling his eyes.

"You've been with Lanna for more than ten years, except for the one a year and a half ago, and you've only seen Lanna before she was eight years old."

"So what? Although Miss Lanna has grown up, she is still very kind and cute. Although it's a little less cute than my daughter. ”

"Hehe, didn't you think she was a little girl when you saw Lanna kill her? You must know that I can stay in this city with peace of mind, in addition to Lanna's constant whispering in my ears like an old mother, and my trust in her ability, after all, she made a judgment that completely kept me out of the situation, and I respect her judgment. ”

The orc man was a little speechless, and after a while, he raised his head and said slowly: "Indeed, she is indeed not a child anymore. Do you know exactly when to strike? ”

"Don't you care about these things now? I don't know very well. "Harold's tone is very flat, like talking about the little things of everyday life." You can rest assured, although she is only in her early twenties, she is worried about getting married all day long, and she likes to babble like an old mother. However, she is strong and I believe in her abilities and means. ”

Tyrese pondered for a moment, not knowing what he was thinking, and after a while, Tyrese replied, "Oh, if only that was the case. He stooped down again and pulled out a large black wooden box.

"It's got replacement parts and arrows and lube and stuff like that, and I'll give it to you. But before you do that, you have to go through a process. ”

"What program?"

"Pay the bill! Remove your fractions, which is a total of forty-six gold coins. ”

"Four.... Forty-six! What, Brother Tyrese. ”

Tyrese immediately became vigilant: "Hey, boy. You must know that this stove is a joint venture between several leaders of the Punishment Knights, and the fuel is very expensive, so I put it on you first, what?! Do you want to pay off? ”

"I understand, I understand." Harold smiled wryly.

"It's good to understand. This time, the fuel and other necessary things were all cushioned for you first, and it was a large amount of private money that I hid from my mother-in-law. ”

"I know, can you negotiate a price?"

"No, no. This is the price of conscience, I don't bargain. Tyrese refused.

"Oh, Brother Tyrese, I've been a little tight lately. I still owe her a lot of money to the girl who drinks the juice up there, well, a few days of grace. I'm an adventurer with the Eagle Emblem Ring, and I can get money quickly for doing quests. Please. Harold folded his hands, closed his left eye, and sold a cute one in the same way that he remembered Lilina.

"Don't be cute, to be honest, your appearance is very delicate, but it is completely past the expiration date, and I am not rare. And if you're a man, it's not uncommon for me to do so. Tyrese, the upright orc, was dismissive of this.

However, he immediately slapped his head and came up with a bold idea.

"Well, there it is! Since you don't have cash right now, there is a way to get you into debt. The orc Tyrese's somewhat vicious eyes were shining at this time, and he stared at Harold.

"Uh, how?" Harold had a hint of foreboding.

"I heard that it's Valentine's Day in February?!"

"Yes, yes, why are you asking this?"

"Oh, you also know that my aunt is a human being, although she has a daughter, but she still likes this tune in her heart, and I also caught up with the fashion this time and gave her the 'Ice and Snow Rose' on the snowy mountain of St. Maurice as a gift. You also know that my energy and news are not as good as those of young students, so I'm afraid I won't be able to grab them this year. ”

"You mean to let me go to the Snow Mountains of St. Maurice to pick 'Ice and Snow Roses', no problem." Harold laughed. "It just so happens that I also want to take advantage of the winter vacation to go to the Salga Empire, communicate with those people in the north and inquire about some news, and solve your commission, brother."