Looking at the appearance of Potlem, Norman could almost guess what he was thinking now, and Ji Ruoxi asked again: "Are you satisfied with this reward?"

Potlaim said in a loud voice: "Satisfied, satisfied!" As he spoke, he clutched the dagger tightly in his hand, and Greg on the side only then figured out what the hell was going on - the two strangers in front of him were going to give this dagger to Potlem?

Greg is not worse than Portlem's knowledge, and because of his work in the city defense office, he has seen magic items with his own eyes, so he immediately recognized that the cross sword on the ground should be a magic weapon!

If this sheriff's usual style had come across something valuable, he would have figured out a way to "confiscate" these two things, but this time it was different, because this time it was so good - it was a magic weapon!

Just because the things are so good and valuable, Greg didn't dare to take out his old set easily, after all, the current Douala is not the past, and now the city is full of a large number of foreign population, many of which are nobles from other countries, he doesn't want to kick the iron plate......

Although there was some jealousy in his heart, it was difficult to suppress the greed in his heart once it rose, so after Greg turned his mind twice, he asked Poolem in a long voice first: "Poolem, what is the situation now, what happened?"

There are all the human and material evidence, and Portlem is just a blacksmith, his brain is far from muscular, and he can't think of any good excuse for a while, so he can only tell the truth and tell everything that happened today: "When I was working today, this gentleman suddenly came to the door and said that he wanted to borrow my blacksmith shop to use it......"

After listening to this, Greg felt that he knew everything about the situation: it was clear that a master smith who had just passed through Douala on his way home from the capital of the arts, had borrowed the blacksmith of Potlaim to create the things in front of him, and according to the agreement between them, he would give the sharp dagger to Potlême......

This made Greg even more afraid to act rashly.

As the owner of the magic item, Baron Angus of the City Defense Station has told them countless times about the origin and birth history of his magic item, and Greg has long been familiar with it, and he also knows how difficult it is to create a magic item - it not only requires a skilled alchemist to work hard for more than half a month, but also requires a combination of luck to succeed once in several times. In other words, behind a magic item is often a few months of time consumption, but the master in front of him only took less than a day to create a magic weapon, what kind of level is this?

This is definitely a true master! the kind of master who is known as thunder in the whole kingdom!

With such a character, Greg didn't dare to think that he could deal with it with daily means, otherwise he would definitely be the one who would suffer at that time. So Greg's eyes wandered around the cross sword lying on the ground several times, and then he finally reluctantly moved away and moved back to the dagger.

"Potolem, how about selling me this dagger? Don't worry, I won't let you suffer, for the sake of our friendship for so many years, I'm willing to pay 50 silver narls!"

Although the Mr. Hugo in front of him seems to be too big to provoke, Portlem is a person who knows everything about Greg.

Since this Mr. Hugo gave the dagger to Portlem, then it is Portleme's, and he can't control what means he uses to get the dagger from Portlem.

Potlym's face, which had been ecstatic just now, suddenly fell, and his face was very ugly.

Although this dagger is too ugly, it is so sharp and tough, and it happens to be a dagger, which is suitable for many nobles to use for personal defense, and it is not worried about the market at all. Now Greg wants to buy this thing for 50 silver narls, isn't this exactly a trick and a robbery?

But Greg is the sheriff of this neighborhood, and the blacksmith shop in Portlem is here, and he will not look up and look down in the future, and if he refuses Greg now, I am afraid that it will be difficult to get along in the future......

Potleym secretly hated why he had sent someone to call this guy over just now, this was simply luring the wolf into the house.

Just when Portlem was hesitant and didn't know what to do, Ji Ruoxi spoke.

"And this one...... I burned you a door, and I put it in this dagger. ”

Ji Ruoxi knew how high the true value of this dagger was, and it was not a bully to put a door inside, and it was still a lot cheaper than Potleme, so it was very natural to say it.

Naturally, Potlime said yes again and again, and the conjecture in Greg's heart became more solid: this gentleman did seem to be a man of great origin, and just listening to the commanding tone of others, it was definitely not the dejected appearance he looked.

While a few people were talking, Norman had already packed up their things and was about to pack and leave, but Portlem saw the spear head in it, and suddenly took the initiative to say: "This spear head, is it going to be a spear?"

Ji Ruoxi nodded yes, and Portlem immediately hit the snake with the stick, and said, "Then why don't you finish it here with me?" ”

And this good thing?

Ji Ruoxi glanced at Norman unknowingly-after getting along with Norman during this time, Norman was already the leader of their small group-seeing Norman gave her a "yes" look, so he continued to pull a man's voice and said, "Okay." ”

So the men went into the house again, ready to start making guns, and the bellows boy was instructed by Popelem to go upstairs to carry the materials—the things downstairs and outside the house were used to make farm tools, and they were not suitable for such a masterpiece.

Potlem suddenly spoke so actively, in fact, he didn't want to respond to Greg's unreasonable demands.

He's going to help the master now, and Greg can't drag him to ask about buying a dagger at this time, right......? It's a while if you can drag it out for a while, and you can't manage so much in a hurry.

And Greg really didn't have much to do for a while, but this guy was patient, and he just stood silently by the side, looking like he was going to accompany him to the end.

This strange atmosphere Norman can perceive, but he doesn't plan to care about these messy things, after a busy period of rough work to finish the spear, he hurriedly left with Ji Ruoxi holding things, completely ignoring the eager eyes of Portlem behind him, and breathed a sigh of relief in his heart: when he burned the door and saw that there was suddenly another person who looked like a sheriff outside, Norman's heart was a little empty at the time, and he even wondered if their identities were exposed, but later he realized that he had thought too much。

However, it is always bad for them to get involved with the official people of the kingdom, but fortunately, the fat man's attention has always been on the dagger, and he did not ask more about the two of them, so Norman agreed to make a spear in the blacksmith shop, after all, they are now pressed for time, and it will be too much time to waste to find another place to make guns.

Norman carried the packed weapons in this way, and the two made their way back to the inn, and it was already dark, and Pirno had returned.

Several people discussed it in the evening, and finally made up their minds, so after breakfast the next morning, Pirneau and Norman went out with this bag of weapons, ready to sell them, while Ji Ruoxi stayed behind to take care of Chen Qinghe. And as for why Norman, the "wife", did not stay in the inn with her husband, but ran away with a wild man...... In terms of the current "concubine" relationship between the two of them, there is nothing to disagree with.

“...... The Green Forest Market in the 3rd arrondissement is the largest market in the whole of Douala, but it is full of popular goods and bargains, and the really high-end goods are usually sold in the second place of the Feiran Market, which is also the place where I stayed the longest in the past two days......"

Today's weather is good, the sun is shining, the wind is light, and the cold wind that has been blowing for an unknown amount of time has brought warmth today, which makes people's mood feel better.

Probably because of the weather, there are a lot more pedestrians on the street today than in the past, Norman and Pirno are strolling through the not too dense crowd, Pirno on the left, Norman on the right, and in the process of walking, Pirno's mouth is still moving, telling about his experience in the past two days in Douala.

“...... Although the Feiran Market is the most exclusive market in Douala, it is still too backward, and most of the goods sold there are vulgar items such as gold and precious stones, and there are very few works of art, if it were in Jebel Dana, my paintings would have been sold long ago......"

Speaking of this, Pirno felt very uncomfortable and blamed himself: it was all because he was useless, he failed to take care of the Sage, and now he actually let the Sage personally sell it for such a vulgar thing as money, and he is really not a competent Sage attendant!

Douala was indeed not very large, and after walking for a while, it didn't take long for the two of them to arrive at what Pirno called the Magnificent Market.

It was a shantytown-like site that opened just off a street and was as wide as three or four houses at the entrance.

After following Pirneau inside, you can see that there are actually houses in it, but there are no walls, and many of them are already busy with people, there are some things on the table, there are stones, flowers, plants, and some pure fur or something.

Pirno walked all the way inside, and Norman followed, and along the way there were not many guests inside, and some soldiers with weapons patrolled inside.

"Only in the Feiran market will there be soldiers patrolling, the security is better, and you can save a lot of trouble,"

Pirno led the way inside, leaning slightly sideways and whispering to Norman beside him, looking like an ambiguous man and a woman - of course, Pirnault's male aesthetic is admirable.

"Why don't we just sell it here?"

Norman saw several empty stalls on the side of the road they were walking by, but Pirno walked straight over instead of stopping, which puzzled him.

Hearing this, Pirnault smiled awkwardly and explained: "These stalls are rented and cannot be used without permission, which is one of the things that the soldiers will inspect on patrol, but there are also some stalls here that do not need to be rented, and we are going there." ”

Feiran's market is not big, and after saying such a few words, the two of them have already arrived at the destination of their trip.

This is already the innermost part of the market, and beyond that is a towering wall. Here, there were several stalls left open and laid out on the ground, where two people had already sat down, both taking a piece of cloth and spreading it on the ground, one of which had several fist-sized stone statues carved with hideous faces, and the other had a piano case on top of it, and a violin in it.

"Good morning. ”

"Good morning. ”

These two men looked like artists, and Norman had seen too many of them in Jebel Danner—if I had to describe it, it was a "you're going to hit me" look.

Seeing Pirno coming, the two of them greeted lightly, it seems that this is the "stall friend" that Pirno has accumulated in the past two days.

Pirno politely returned, and then sat down beside them, and laid out the prepared cloth, which was about to open, but what was sold today was not the paintings of the previous two days, but weapons.

Norman unwrapped the package he was holding, placed the scimitar and the cross sword in turn, and then untied the spear behind him.

He had planned to put it horizontally on the ground, but Pirno said that the free space for everyone here was limited, and in the end Norman had no choice but to put it upright. But the ground here is a flat stone slab, and you can't hold it vertically, so you can't keep holding it stupidly, right?

In the end, Norman came up with a trick: he turned the spear upside down, plunged the head of the spear into the stone slab, and put it upside down!

This not only saves effort, but also gives his weapon a live signboard by the way, which can be said to kill two birds with one stone.

The two people next to them saw that Pirneau did not continue to sell paintings today, but his painting style changed drastically, and he got weapons to sell, and they were very curious to look here, but perhaps because of the artist's coldness, no one asked. And when Norman made such a movement of an upside-down spear, the eyes of the two men drifted here more often.

The signature power of this upside-down spear can be seen from the performance of the two people next to them, but their location is too remote, it can be said to be the most corner, so after waiting for a long time, Norman and the others finally waited for their first guest of the day.

"This is a spear?"

A man in his thirties stood in front of their stall, looking at the spear with great interest, his unruly blond hair shining in the bright sunlight of the day.