Chapter 1053: Exploring in the Dark Night (6)

In a slightly oval-shaped square, thousands of shops made of wooden shelves are open with great fanfare, and the scene can be described as brilliantly lit and lively. What's more, wholesale art or weapons dealers will come with a large ticket of bodyguards or workers to sweep the goods, drive the carts, and carry away the piles of goods.

All in all, the scale of this black market is even bigger than the werewolves imagined, and the weapons and resources circulating here are enough to organize an army. Bediwell couldn't help but wonder if the Egyptian government was crazy about money and allowed such unstable factors in its own country.

"Oh my God! that's the golden worm's pulp!" the werewolf cart had just pulled into the entrance of the black market, and some of the savvy merchants had already seen the mystery in the little sap oozing from the edge of the barrel.

As soon as someone shouted, the other merchants also focused their attention on the werewolf wagon. They soon rushed up to the werewolf one by one excitedly and inexplicably as if they had discovered a great treasure, "Little brother, are all your truckloads full of worm pulp?" "Do you sell them or not?" Count you at a good price!" "How about 10,000 Egyptian dollars per barrel?" "I'll pay 15,000!" "Hey, this is the deal I grabbed first!" "Uh...... Bediwell was stunned by this sudden and lively scene, and did not know how to respond for a while. He didn't understand the true value of these gold worm pulps in his hands at all, and he was afraid that he would lose money if he bought and sold indiscriminately.

Seeing that Bediwell was hesitating, Solal immediately helped to reject the merchants' requests: "Thank you. But this worm pulp is not for sale for the time being, and the quality needs to be appraised! I'll talk about it later!" "Oh-" "Hurry up and get it done!" "I'm waiting for you to come!" The merchants dispersed immediately.

One sentence was enough to make the merchants lose interest in doing business, and Solal was indeed a man of the road.

"Uh, what did you just do?" the werewolf looked at the demon swordsman incredulously, as if he was afraid that his business would fail.

"They're all veterans of buying and selling materials, and if you do business with them, you're going to get a lot of price down. Solal lowered his voice and smiled bitterly at Bedeville: "Even I can't handle these people. So, I'd better leave them alone for now, and let me take you to meet Daddy Odin. "But...... "Or do you not believe me and want to deal with these people, my friend?" Solar continued to smile at the werewolf, but this time with a hint of intimidation.

"Uh... Okay, okay. A drop of cold sweat broke out on Bediwell's forehead. Indeed, it is very likely that Soral will take Bedwell's possession to his acquaintances and buy the goods in Bedwell's hands at a more deceptive price.

But now Bediwell is a bit difficult to ride a tiger, after all, he was brought by Solal, and it seems a bit treacherous not to follow the magic swordsman to his designated shop and do business with other merchants at will.

Anyway, let's check it out first. The final decision on whether to make this deal is still in the hands of Bediwell, and no matter what he does, he will not lose anything. Who knows who this "Odin Daddy" Solar is going to introduce to Bediwell, and maybe he'll be willing to buy the werewolf's goods at a higher price?

Bediwell drove away from the merchants and headed for the east side of the market. He stared nervously at the rearview mirror of the car all the way, lest some greedy guy would get the idea of the car's car.

When he was nervous, he finally followed Solal's instructions to the east side of the black market, and parked the car in front of a slightly dilapidated shop, it was already completely dark, and even the sparse light of the stars and moon was obscured by the lights of the downtown area.

Unlike the wooden shelves in the center of the city, this one seems to have existed a long time ago. The builders used local materials to renovate the dilapidated houses around the black market and transformed them into this weapons shop with a smelting workshop.

Before he could get closer, Bediwell could see the light of the red furnace shooting from the cracks in the room, and hear the clanging of the room.

It was the sound of someone's hammer striking on the blade of a sword. It is even and stable, as calm and powerful as the sea, but it also hides the momentum of worship, which shows that it is an extremely experienced blacksmith.

Bediwell didn't know much about weapon forging, but he could feel the soul in the sound of the iron. With such good craftsmanship, the forged weapons must be extraordinary.

"Daddy Odin, I'm back. Solal shouted as he jumped out of the van.

The pounding of iron in the room stopped, and was replaced by a sizzling sound. The blacksmith sends the beaten blade into the water to anneal (cool).

"Uh, Daddy Odin?" called Solal again as he knocked on the door.

Without warning, an incredibly sharp blade pierced through the wooden door of the shop and stabbed Soral in the face.

"Wow!" Solar, who reacted quickly, dodged sideways, and finally dodged the murderous blow.

Only then did Bediville realize what was the mess of knife marks on the door: it seemed that the owner of the shop was in a rather violent temper.

"Business is still as bad as ever, isn't it?" Solar, who had taken a few steps away and was three yards away from the wooden door, was indifferent to the sneak attack that had almost killed him just now, not only was he not angry, but he even laughed innocently: "Even then, you can't cut your great-grandson with a sword, Daddy Odin." "Long-winded! You unscrupulous descendant! If you don't know how to learn the sword-forging technique, you will know that you will go out to fight with the treasures left by your ancestors! The dragon hunter clan will fall into your hands!!" Speaking of this, Solar's face changed: "Dad, there are outsiders! How can you just casually-" "Long-winded! The people you brought yourself, and you are responsible for revealing the secrets of the clan! Who told you not to be good at choosing friends!" Bediwell couldn't help but be covered in a cold sweat, there were too many things worth complaining about in the conversation between the grandfather and grandson.

"Alas...... Solal scratched his head a little irritably, his gaze directed at Bedeville.

"I didn't hear anything, don't pay attention to me. The werewolf said quickly.

"Let me see. The man in the house pushed the door open, ignoring Bedeville and Solal, and walked straight towards the van, as if he could smell the goods from the house. This old man, who had gray hair but was so muscular that his whole body was bulging, and he looked to be only in his fifties, was actually Solar's [great-grandfather]?

"Well, the golden worm's syrup, a once-in-a-millennium treasure. Father Odin glanced at the barrels and said, "Sixteen billion." "Wow. Bediwell was taken aback, twenty-two barrels of worm pulp could be sold for a sky-high price of 1.6 billion, and the deal was worth it.

"Daddy, are you sure?" the werewolf asked, "That's 1.6 billion Egyptians?" Unexpectedly, Odin Daddy spread out his palm and asked Bediwell to take the money: "1.6 billion Egyptian dollars, pay quickly." "Uh, what?!" Bediwell almost spat out a mouthful of old blood, and shouted depressedly and aggrievedly, "Since you want to buy worm pulp, shouldn't you pay me? Why did I pay?!" "! Who wants to buy you these tattered worm pulp!" Odin Daddy waved the hammer in his hand and said excitedly: "This 1.6 billion is the price of using these worm pulp to build new weapons!" "When did I entrust you to help me build a new weapon?!" Bediwell couldn't laugh even more, the old man in front of him was unreasonable: "I'm obviously here to sell worm pulp!" "Daddy, you can't force you to buy and sell." Solal also helped Bedeville speak: "I brought my friend here just to show you the quality of the worm slurry, and to make a price." "So, you don't need the weapons I made?!" Father Odin was so angry that his face turned red: "Didn't you bring me a business?!Don't you even look for me to forge weapons?!, then what are you doing to hinder me!?Get out, get out of here!!" Now it's not just Bediwell, even Solal is covered in a cold sweat, and he has no problem with Odin Daddy.

Out of curiosity, Bediwell asked in a low voice, "Daddy...... What kind of weapons are you responsible for processing, and why do you need a sky-high price of more than a billion to build a weapon?" Unexpectedly, the grumpy Odin father roared: "Boy, which pit are you illiterate who ran out of the pit? We are the dragon hunter clan, what kind of weapons do the dragon hunter clan make, do you still need to ask?" Bediwell couldn't help but shrink behind Solal, and saw that he was temporarily safe, so he asked in a low voice: "Uh, it's Long Wu...... "Yes, it's Longwu!" Daddy roared mockingly: "Only we dragon hunters know how to make hard-to-process dragon bones into weapons with special magical powers—that is, dragon warriors! Each of the weapons we make by ancient methods is superb, and the toys made by modern people cannot be compared with them! This is also the reason why they cost more than the sky!"

Daddy raised the hammer and pointed at Solal with the hammer that was still hot from the forging and emitting faint green smoke: "And this stinky boy who doesn't learn and doesn't know how to fight! If you don't learn the forging technique well, you will know how to fight! The dragon hunter clan is also about to decline!" "The dragon hunter clan has long since declined. Solal whispered back.

"Don't talk too much!" Daddy Odin yelled angrily, giving the swordsman Solar no room to argue, "So, what do you want? Do you want to give me money to build weapons, or do you want to build nothing and get out of here right now?" "But I really don't have that much money...... Bediwell still hid behind Solal and muttered.

"Dead poor ghost!" Daddy roared again. As he roared, Bedivel shrank behind Solar.

"Puff-hoo-" The magic swordsman Solal smiled and said, "Daddy, can't you give us a little discount? we won't spend a lot of your time, and we don't need to consume the materials in your shop, just use the resources we have in our hands, plus these twenty-two barrels of worm pulp, to create something." "Oh, as if you have a good weapon in your hand?" said Old Man Odin smiled disdainfully.

Solal smiled confidently as he pulled out his Thunder Lizard Twin Blades, two of the best scimitars that Segrade had helped him build, from his sheath.