"Hehe, hello, Black Knife Boss, long time no see. Today I brought a guest. Seeing the bald head walking briskly, Thomson immediately stepped forward with a smile on his face.

"Get out of my way, old dog, out of my way." However, the black knife did not seem to be very kind to Thomson, and directly stretched out a huge rough palm to shake the poor clerk aside.

In just a few seconds, the bald guy with a huge stride was already in front of Moriarty. However, when he wanted to move on, he was stopped by White stiffly.

The black knife stopped and looked at White, who was blocking him, and White was also so cold that he looked at the other party. Two men with very different styles just stood in place, staring at each other without giving in, as if they were rivals about to start a life-and-death duel.

However, after looking at each other for a moment, the bald head suddenly smiled, took two steps back, and then said loudly to White: "You are good, you are a real man." There must be a lot of lives under his hands, right? ”

"I can't remember." White did not relax because of the black knife's initiative to retreat, but was more careful to be on guard. Because as a mid-level warrior, his intuition told him that this big bald head in front of him was probably a powerful being that was not weaker than Hellfire Lawrence. If the opponent suddenly broke out at this distance, White was not even sure that he would be able to survive a minute.

"Haha, don't be nervous, lad." As if seeing White's faint hostility, Black Knife laughed again, and then said to Moriarty, "He's your man?" ”

"He's my companion." Moriarty nodded, took a step forward, and stood side by side with White.

"Well, now that we're here, don't stand outside. Come in and have a look. He looked at Moriarty and White again, nodded bald, and then turned first and returned to his shop.

So they looked at each other, and Moriarty and White followed into the arsenal-like shop.

At this time, there were two other customers in the shop who were picking up goods. However, none of them were merchants within the kingdom, but barbarians of Krulord.

"Hey, I said, what's the price of this iron axe?" When he saw the bald head returning, a short savage wearing a huge goat's head hat asked in a rough voice, so loud that it almost shook the whole shop.

"This? Five hundred kingdom coins. The black knife glanced at the guest coldly, with a kind of butcher-like cold light in his eyes, and said casually.

"Five hundred? You horseskin, why don't you go out and grab it? Outside, a double-edged axe made of steel sold for only four hundred gold coins. Hearing the price offered by the bald head, the short barbarian jumped up, and his violent personality made him scold directly.

"Okay, why don't you go out and buy this dwarf ball?" The bald head spat directly at the barbarian, and said disdainfully.

"You!" In the face of the undisguised humiliation of the bald head, the short barbarian's face immediately turned red, and his snort became rapid and heavy, sounding like a kettle about to boil.

"Feeling uncomfortable? Then get out of here, don't get in the way of Lao Tzu's business. As if he hadn't seen the other party's angry expression at all, the black knife continued to shout loudly.

"My fork!" Finally, the short barbarian could no longer control his feelings, and as soon as he clenched his fists, he was ready to rush straight towards the bald head.

However, at this moment, a slender and powerful finger suddenly rested on the barbarian's shoulder. Immediately, as if a bucket of ice water had been poured on his whole body, the short barbarian instantly calmed down, and then stopped making a sound, and retreated directly to the side.

"Five hundred gold coins, is there room for price reduction?" Standing behind the short barbarian was a wolf orc wearing a bright red cloak, beautiful and full of wildness. A pair of pale blue eyes, cold and sexy, as if they contain the ancient glaciers in the distant wasteland, with a deadly seductive charm. …,

"Nope." The bald head glanced at the female werewolf, shook his head and directly rejected the other party's bargaining attempt, but at least put away the inexplicable provocation.

"And what about this sword? Surely it's cheaper than an axe, right? The werewolf didn't continue to dwell on the price of the iron axe, but reached out and pointed at another thin-bladed scimitar on the wall and asked.

It was a steel-bladed scimitar with a crescent arc, about a meter long and weighing about ten pounds, which was a type of light weapon. The edge of the scimitar is very thin, so it looks very sharp. However, if it is not used properly, or if it is slashed indiscriminately, the blade will quickly flip and curl up because it can't bear the force, and then lose its lethality.

"This three hundred and fifty gold coins is not bargaining." The black knife waved his bald head from side to side, and then made a price.

"Three hundred and fifty gold coins... Okay, three hundred and fifty gold coins. I want a hundred, when will I be able to deliver it? The werewolf was quick to decide, and almost didn't think much about it, so she agreed to the other party's price, and then immediately asked rhetorically.

"You pay now, and you can get the goods right away." The black knife's eyes flashed, and he said in a deep voice.

"Okay." The werewolf laughed with satisfaction.

Then, the werewolf took a small gray pouch directly from her waist, untied the tether at the mouth of the bag, and flipped the pouch towards the ground.

"Huh!"

Suddenly, an endless stream of golden sand poured out of the pocket like a small waterfall, rustled to the ground, and soon began to pile up.

"Space Pocket!" Moriarty looked at the gray pocket in the werewolf's hand and raised her eyebrows.

After about a minute, the werewolf retracted her small pocket, re-tied it, and tied it back to her belt. At this time, the floor of the shop has been piled up with a golden sand mound almost one meter high.

"There's almost thirty-five thousand gold coins here, you can check it out." The werewolf raised her eyes to the black knife and smiled meaninglessly.

The black knife frowned, looked at the golden sand dunes, and then at the female werewolf, and finally seemed to be a little reluctant to step forward and half-squat, pinched a handful of golden sands and examined it carefully.

"You're from 'Wolfgang'?" Rubbing the fine gold particles in his hand vigorously, the black knife suddenly stood up straight and asked loudly.

"Yes, I'm from Wolfgang. But so what? Or do you want to be here and kill me, an old guy who has been cleared out of the 'Light of Protection'? The werewolf laughed coldly, her fangs looming, and her arrogance was revealed.

It turns out that this is the true face of this female werewolf, and the forbearance and concession just now are just a shallow illusion.

"What does Wolfgang do?" A little farther away, White couldn't help but ask in a low voice.

"The largest bandit organization in the wasteland, with a privateering license issued by the Krulord military." Moriarty replied softly.

"What about the 'Light of Protection'?"

"I don't know about that." Moriarty shook his head.

And just as Moriarty could finish speaking, suddenly, the black knife burst out laughing for no reason. In the midst of laughter, the black knife slowly stretched out his right hand and took down an extra-long large sword from the prison wall beside him. At the same time, a rust-colored aura began to faintly light up beneath its feet.

"Little girl, do you want to try?" The blade of the sword pointed straight at the female werewolf, but the smile of the black knife had turned into a hideous one.

"Okay, let's try it." The werewolf narrowed her eyes slightly, and a cold blue immediately came out of her eyes.

For a moment, two completely different but equally strong and abnormal battle auras condensed, intersected, and boiled together between the black knife and the female werewolf. Even Thomson, who was hiding far outside the store, could see that this time the black knife and the barbarian seemed to be coming for real. And once the conflict does break out, it is bound to be a tragic and bloody battle, which is likely to end in the complete death of one side. …,

However, just as the fierce battle intent was about to reach the boiling point in the oppressive confrontation, suddenly, the arm of the black knife holding the sword fell silently.

"Bang dang!" With a thud, the great sword slipped out of the loosened palm and slammed into the hard ground, then bounced up and fell again, as if with some kind of inexplicable struggle and helplessness.

And the rust-colored aura at the feet of the black knife also unwillingly dimmed after a few light and darkness.

"Take it, go get Frank out there, and get out." The black knife bowed his head deeply, unable to see his expression at all, but casually threw a bronze medal engraved with a strange number at the female werewolf, and did not make a move.

"Smack."

The werewolf took the bronze medal, glanced at it, and handed it to the short savage on the side, who immediately turned and went out.

After about five minutes, the short savage returned again, whispering a few words to the werewolf.

"Yes, that's good." The werewolf nodded in satisfaction, looked at the black knife that had abandoned the sword, and then walked out of the shop.

It's just that before leaving, the werewolf suddenly smiled coldly again: "The light of protection... Hehehehe...", and then disappeared into the dim, damp aisle with the barbarian retinue.

"Let's go, let's go." Moriarty watched the barbarian walk away, then withdrew his gaze and walked towards the black knife.

White followed closely.

"Hello, Warrior. Now, can we pick and choose the items? Moriarty walked straight up to the black knife, looked up, looked at the bald head that was much taller than himself, and said calmly.

"Boy, are you making fun of me?" The black knife shook his eyes, wanted to laugh but didn't seem to be able to laugh, and said in a muffled voice.

"No, I don't mean to make fun of you. That's just my true opinion. Moriarty shook his head.

"The real thing? Do you think a man who faces a battle but drops his weapon is a warrior? Black Knife's voice was low, as if asking Moriarty, as if asking himself.

"Those who dare to kill only prove that they are not cowards; And those who dare to kill themselves are really brave. Because it is a hundred times harder to 'kill oneself' than to 'kill one's enemy'. Moriarty paused word by word: "I witnessed a qiē." I saw a warrior who bravely 'killed himself' with a sense of responsibility and faith. And that person is you, Black Knife. ”

“…… Boy, you're really good at talking. After a moment of silence, the black knife slowly raised his head, and his swarthy face regained the rough smile he had before: "However, I'm starting to like you a little." ”

"It's my pleasure. Of course, I'd rather that you'd give me a certain discount later, instead of slaughtering your guests like you did just now. Moriarty smiled and nodded.

"Don't worry, my sword will always be swung at the enemy." Black Knife laughed

Let's look at the ticket and give it, just follow the fate.