The stone road is lined with old houses, which used to be a large bazaar, but when the bazaar was moved, few people moved around and it was covered with moss.

The stagnant water left behind by the rain dripped from the eaves of the houses, and when it rained on a cloudy day, the sewage flowed sideways, the roads were muddy and slippery, and people walked up to their shoes with mud.

It was dark and damp, and the smell of food was mildew. There are deep cracks in the walls on both sides of the alley, which have not been repaired for a long time. Dick and the others made a "click" sound when their shoes stepped on the stones, and finally walked down the alley to the door of an extremely dilapidated old house.

Just outside the door of the house that I couldn't find even if I couldn't find it, there was actually a team of soldiers guarding it.

"Who? The private property of the Belotti family is not allowed to be approached without permission. The leader of this group of soldiers scolded, he revealed the identity of the Belotti family, and there would not be anyone in Starsand City who would not give face.

Khiva was about to step forward to answer, but out of nowhere came a small soldier with a sack in his hand, judging by the smell of it, it must be expired bread or something.

The little soldier didn't even look at Dick and the three, and came to the door cautiously with bread in his arms, and said nervously to the head of the soldier: "Lord Belotti's youngest son is dead, and now it is a mess, let's take this opportunity to go back quickly, don't guard this place where the rats don't want to stay." ”

When these people heard that such a big thing had happened in the family, how could they still be in the mood to interrogate the identities of Dick and the others, and they were all collecting their things and preparing to leave here.

This group of soldiers really came and went in a hurry, and the leader did not forget to continue to inquire about the news, and asked, "Who did it?" Any grapevine? ”

"I heard that His Majesty Dick, who has just ascended the throne, did it!"

"This ...... It is said that the strong dragon does not suppress the head snake, what can I do...... "The head ran away, and Dick couldn't hear what he said.

"I'm going back to set it up?" Shiva asked Dick tentatively.

"Do these little shrimps still need our Khiva general? Don't be nervous, Belotti has more than enough city, but not enough blood! Let's go in and see this great man."

Dick pushed open the door and looked at it, thinking: What a cage.

This room is made of square stones, nearly 1 meter thick, and the stones are already a little blackened, as if telling the age, and the only exit is this door.

The room is very large, 300 square meters, a bed is made of garbage that I don't know what kind of garbage is picked up, a toilet smells from time to time, an alchemy furnace has been turned off, a large pile of equipment materials or defective products or equipment semi-finished products are piled up into a small mountain, and there is a clanging sound of metal forging behind the hill.

"You made this?" Dick placed a long knife on a bronze forging table.

A big man showed his head, this man's hair was thick and black like a bird's nest seemed to be knotted with thousands of knots, his head was square, and his two eyes were wide staring at the three Dicks.

The man's clothes were covered with dust, his clothes were tattered, his shoulders were covered with muscle bumps, his face and shoulders were blackened by the fire and the iron filings raised by the hammer, and he looked like he was about to use his strong arms to pick up a hammer of no less than 100 pounds in his hand.

"It's me, what's wrong?" As soon as the man spoke, Dick noticed that this man was not like a normal person.

"Oh, no!" Dick was speechless for a while, and even the tone of his speech was deviated.

"Oh!" The big man ignored these people and prepared to continue swinging the hammer in his hand, the big man lifted the hammer high, and then gently put it down, looking at the three Dick with a blank look.

"What's wrong?" Dick, Shiva, and Lace looked at each other, wondering what was going on. Moreover, Dick's Mandarin was completely led astray.

"Hungry!" The big man sat on the ground and didn't move, and from his stomach began to grunt, which was not much quieter than the sound of striking iron.

This time, even Shiva and Lace felt that something was wrong with the blacksmith's head.

Dick approached him, took out something, handed it to the blacksmith, and asked, "Can you make this thing out of the materials of this knife?" ”

The blacksmith picked it up, looked at it repeatedly, sniffed it, and even licked it, looking very interested, and threw it to Dick, shaking his head.

"Can't do it?" Dick was a little disappointed.

The blacksmith shook his head.

"Can you make it?" Dick asked again.

The blacksmith still shook his head

Dick was a little confused, and he really couldn't figure out what the blacksmith meant.

Lace looked in the eye, smiled slightly, and then reached out and took something out of the inner lining of the garment, rubbing her fingers vigorously.

"Uh-huh, uh-huh, that's delicious!" The blacksmith closed his eyes, twitched his nose, and followed the direction of the atmosphere to the lace.

Lace raised her hand high and asked with a smile, "Can you make it!?" ”

The big man smirked and said, "I can't do it when I'm hungry!" ”

Hahahaha......

It turns out that the blacksmith is hungry and is on strike.

"Can you make it when you're full?" Lace asked.

"Uh-huh...... blacksmith's head nodded like a kowtow machine.

Lace now handed the jerky in her hand to the big man, and then went out, picked up the expired bread that had been thrown away, and handed it to the blacksmith.

The blacksmith took over and began to destroy the bread one by one.

"That's what you usually eat?"

"Well, they give me food, and I work for them!"

"Do you know that the things you make are valuable?"

"I don't care about that, as long as I can feed me, I'll concentrate on striking iron."

"Like to strike iron?"

"Hmm!"

"I like to eat."

"Hmm!"

"Do you like to eat or strike iron?"

It seemed that for the first time the blacksmith was faced with such a difficult problem, he did not eat the bread, tilted his head and thought for a long time, then continued to eat the bread and replied, "Strike the iron!" ”

The blacksmith wiped out all the bread with a gust of wind and clouds, and ate 2 catties of lace jerky.

"Have you eaten enough?"

"I'm full!"

"Start striking iron?"

"Start striking iron!"

"Can this thing be punched out of the material of the knife you struck?"

"No problem!"

"Don't brag, this thing is different from the stuff you usually fight!"

"It's nothing different, I've seen this thing, I know what it's called!"

"What's it called?"

"This thing is a gun, isn't it! And you're going to blow it up with a single shot! Right! That's a terrible workmanship, isn't it? Hey, hey, hey......"

……………

For the first time in his life, Dick sold a pass, but was instantly recognized by a blacksmith with some problems in his mind......

The blacksmith wasn't stupid, at least Dick thought.

If the blacksmith eats well for the day, then the things he builds are good, and if he doesn't have enough for the day, then the quality of the materials he builds is much worse.

To put it simply, this is called paid service; To put it more profoundly, this is called the relationship between supply and demand! So the blacksmith is not stupid at all.

Here's a drawing.

It was drawn by the blacksmith based on the inferior pistol that Dick himself made and Dick's description, and there was a three-sided diagram in this picture! And this picture was accurately drawn by hand by the blacksmith without using any tools.

Dick made this pistol drawing by the blacksmith's hand and determined that the blacksmith was not only not stupid but also had an amazing IQ, and even surpassed everyone else and rose to another level.

Dick said to Lace, "What does it mean that genius and talent are one word apart?" This shows that some people who look like two are actually geniuses of TM! ”

This is a ****.

Dick thinks that one of the few firearms that can be made in an industrial base like Baikalmo is Lace's shot that killed Germain. This success made Dick even more determined to make a better weapon for Lace.

Dick thinks that **** is flexible in operation, although the recoil is large and the bullets are few, the reload is very slow, and the quality requirements for the gunner are very strict, but Dick has confidence in lace.

In addition, there will be no bullet casings during the shooting process, so it is very suitable for special combat occasions such as close-quarters assassination, and it is also a weapon for self-defense.

Lace, a shooter who can get close to his target with his peerless appearance, is simply incomprehensible with such a close-quarters weapon!