The awe-struck mercenary standing there, his gaze falling on Grant. They understand that the Grant in front of them is not the little ghost who tells them stories, but the future "nobleman" with great strength. The invisible pressure fell heavily on their shoulders, making them dare not gasp.

"Before I tell the story, I have something to explain." Grant sensed the awkwardness of the atmosphere and hurriedly said, "I'm more busy in the future, so I may not have time to tell stories in the tavern, and I've been grateful to everyone for a few years." ”

Grant smiled sincerely, a heartfelt testimonial. In this world, he relied on their occasional tips to persist until now, in this regard. He liked the mercenaries in the tavern, including the people in the slums. They can be said to be the most familiar people in this world, but it is a pity that this territory is destined to be annihilated in the future.

"Your Excellency, you are being so polite. It is your beautiful and wonderful story that makes us willing to take out silver coins, this is your strength, and we are willing to pay the value contained in the story. ”

A dark-skinned, bald-headed mercenary stepped forward and bowed to Grant in respect. The eyes showed a look of emotion, this kind of identity, and being able to say these words, made them flattered.

The other mercenaries noticed the current atmosphere and couldn't help but speak their minds.

"Everyone has spent the past five years happily because of His Excellency Grant, and we will never forget how many wonderful stories we have heard."

"We all love Lord Grant's story, and you're humbling."

Many mercenaries were complimented and humble, and even Hyde and Edie on both sides said a few words about what was in their hearts.

"Well, thank you, I'll tell you the last story this time, the story about the dragon lance, and the story of Leslin's later story, I will tell you." The corners of Grant's lips curled into a rather comfortable smile and walked forward to the counter, and the mercenaries on both sides noticed that they all moved out of a wide aisle for Grant to walk through.

Grant walked over to the counter and cleared his throat to start the story.

"I didn't expect Grant to be a master storyteller." Conrad let out a sigh, and the mercenaries on either side glared at him fiercely, giving him a look of contempt. In front of him, such a precious opportunity, he is still talking nonsense.

The surroundings gradually became quiet, and everyone listened attentively.

"The story behind the dragon lance is like this......" Grant began to recall the familiar story in his mind, and some fragmented plots gradually revived, and everyone was immersed in the world of the story, unable to help themselves for a long time.

It wasn't until a few hours later that Grant felt a very uncomfortable throat, and at this time he had finished the story completely, a wonderful fantasy epic, so that all the mercenaries felt the blood in their chests stirring, as if they were in that magical story, mastering the mysterious strong ** technique, and walking into the mysterious world.

"Bang~~Bang~~~~Bang~~~"

All the mercenaries' eyes were red, and their hearts were so grateful that they shed tears. They applauded desperately, expressing their sincerest gratitude for the end of the story, and also knowing that this was the end of a wonderful day of enjoying the story for them for five years. Originally, in order to keep Grant, they deliberately stayed away from outsiders before, and told how beautiful Grant's story was, although there were a few circulars outside, but it was limited to a small area.

Such an effect did delay Grant's departure from the tavern to a certain extent, but he would still go.

"It's so exciting, if only one day I could walk in that world. Seek the true knowledge of power and the path to the mysterious and eternal gods. ”

"yes."

Many of the mercenaries sighed, and with a pair of regretful eyes, Grant gradually walked down the counter, and after showing a smile, he said goodbye to everyone.

Grant knew in his heart that now he was saying goodbye to the Rose Tavern, and his days of telling books had come to an end, a habit he had developed for a long time, which made him inexplicably a little melancholy, but more of a perseverance for the future.

"Hyde, uncle, and Conrad, you can play here, I have something to do, I'll go back first." Grant said hello to Hyde and the others before leaving the Rose Tavern.

"Bang dang!"

The gray-yellow wooden door stirred a cool breeze, and the familiar figure faded into the tavern.

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After saying goodbye to the Rose Tavern and the others, Grant's eyes fell on the blacksmith shop in the north of the city, and he hadn't forgotten the need for a batch of steel arrows, a heavy weapon used to equip a scorpion crossbow, which would normally be difficult to buy in a weapon shop unless it was special.

Grant was thrilled to think that those crossbows could be used against heavy cavalry and would-be knights, but he knew that this kind of bow was very laborious, and Grant would not normally choose it.

Come to the blacksmith shop north of Wanghuo City.

The shop is full of cold metal, and there are many metal tools, armor, scimitars, iron nail gloves, iron swords, chains, and other weapons everywhere. Next to the stove of a pressing box, a strong old man with a strong upper body was raising a black iron hammer and slamming it on the iron felt in his hand, splashing a spark. There were two teenagers standing beside him, listening respectfully to the old man's teachings.

Grant's proximity made both of them notice. The old man lowered his hammer and stepped forward.

"Does this customer want anything?" His voice was hoarse, like a leaky bellows.

He did not discriminate against Grant's youth, in fact he had the most sincere enthusiasm for every customer who came to see the weapon, and he could see the love of the weapon in the eyes of the other person.

"I need to make a special batch of stainless steel arrows, the quality must be good, a total of one hundred, here I will pay ten gold coins first, you build." Grant stretched out his hand, took out a heavy bag of gold coins from his waist bag, and placed it in the old man's hand.

The blacksmith shop owner was stunned for a moment, and under the light of the crimson fire, a layer of golden light flashed, making the young men on both sides open their eyes wide and their mouths slightly open. In their limited memory, there were few people who paid such an ample down payment, especially a young man who was not much like them.

This gives them quite a visual impact.

"Ugh." The old man pondered for a moment: "Steel arrows are special weapons for crossbow arrows, and ordinary longbows are not capable of carrying such arrows, are you sure you are not wrong?" ”

"No, you can do it, put the money in it, and I'll come to you in two days." Grant didn't bother, he was in a hurry, in just one month, he wanted to take out as much as possible the things in the necromancer ruins, so he had to improve his strength quickly.

On the war elf's side, he always has a bad feeling.

"Okay." The old man gritted his teeth and took the gold back to his room.

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