There are two flowers, one on each branch. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 infoZhao Mai left the house where the thieves were hiding, but he didn't go back directly. After understanding the truth that "even if you don't look for trouble, trouble may come to you", he went straight to the market near the guild. There are several shops dedicated to adventurers, and there is also a blacksmith shop next to it, selling some light weapons.

He wanted a crossbow above all else, which was powerful and easy to use. He had seen Ranger Carl carrying a crossbow all day long, and he was very envious in his heart. Since there was no time to practice the use of bows and arrows or slings, crossbows became the best choice.

After browsing a few blacksmith shops and looking at the goods in the shops, Zhao Mai was very surprised to find that there were no crossbows in the local area. It's completely counterintuitive, and there's definitely something wrong with it. As the easiest ranged weapon to learn, it will be in great demand for both adventurers and farmers. Isn't there a market for demand yet?

"Hey, crossbow......" All the shopkeepers said in the same perfunctory manner: "We don't have it in stock, if you really want it, I can place an order for you." But there are only a few crossbows that come out every year, and the price is not cheap, are you sure you can afford it?"

"Isn't it 35 gold coins for a light crossbow and 50 gold coins for a heavy crossbow?"

This price is calculated based on the price of other weapons. Although there are some errors, the price of goods in Nebo Town is relatively stable, and you can buy a longsword for 15 gold coins and a longbow for 75 gold coins. Taking into account factors such as the cost of production, the price of the crossbow should be what he said.

"Unfortunately, you didn't come at the right time. The shopkeeper was unmoved. "If you want a crossbow, you have to order, and that's the rule now. If you want a spot, it's not impossible to negotiate, and two hundred gold coins is a good amount. Or you can go to the guild and buy it from other adventurers, which is also a way. ”

After the salt was stolen, Zhao Mai only had less than forty gold coins left on him, which was enough to buy a light crossbow to defend himself in normal times. What is happening in the store now seems to be an act of monopolizing the supply of goods, and Zhao Mai alone cannot fight against the alliance of the shopkeepers. As for going to the adventurer to buy it, it should also pay an additional fee, otherwise who would be stupid enough to make a move at this time?

The best solution to deal with this situation is, of course, to mobilize a batch of affordable crossbows and put them on the market. But this will inevitably cause alarm among local controllers. The crossbow is still a weapon after all, and not everyone can make it, store it in large quantities, or transport it in large quantities. It's hard to say whether there was a shadow of someone in power behind the businessman's action, or if it was simply instructed by those people?

Could it be that you can buy a slingling rope and use it first, or practice throwing knives Zhao Mai shook his head, putting these two thoughts behind him for the time being. He decided to go shopping again, and he didn't know what he would get out of it.

In addition to the shops lining the streets, there are also a number of vendors setting up stalls along the street. A straw mat was placed on the good things they had gathered or hunted, and some people were selling all kinds of food they had made. Due to the lack of spices, the food looks attractive, but the smell and taste are unsatisfactory. See a kebab vendor wondering what animal the meat on the chisel came from, while nostalgic for the lamb skewers sprinkled with peppers, salt and cumin on the earth.

Suddenly, the Destiny Gold Coin reacted, and while it became slightly hot, it was still vibrating on Zhao Mai's chest. Zhao Mai took a few steps back, and the vibration disappeared, and he walked forward more and more violently. With a hint of excitement, Zhao walked in the direction where the vibration was most intense.

He saw a dwarf, only about one meter and four meters tall, but the width and thickness were greater than that of a two-meter human strong man. A mixture of thick brown hair and an equally thick brown beard set him off like a lion. The lightly armed dwarf wore a semicircular tin helmet on top of his head—or rather a hair entanglement—and a craftsman's uniform with a double-barreled shotgun in his hand.

Wait a minute...... Zhao Mai rubbed his eyes, I read it right? Two long black straight cylinders, black wood handles, and two independent fire ropes, this cliff is a dwarven musket. Technology has developed to such an extent? Zhao Mai touched his chin and decided to go up and talk. One for the Gold of Destiny, the other for this musket.

The dwarf Sok carries a weapon of his own creation, hoping to find a sense of identity among humans. His own dwarven clan is too traditional, and his ability to accept new things is very poor, and his ideas are not supported. He had heard that the town of Nebo was the most open and tolerant place north of Gralion, so he made the long journey to try his luck.

The people here were willing to let him demonstrate his weapons, and even gathered several merchants to watch. But at the critical moment, his musket could not be fired. Failing to gain recognition also attracted a lot of ridicule, and the dwarf Sock wondered if he had done something wrong, so much so that he was spurned by the dwarven god. Maybe you should focus on hammers and tomahawks instead of inventing muskets.

He was going to spend the remaining gold coins in his pocket and buy dry food to eat on the way back. If you have any leftovers, it's a good idea to give some spirits to your parents and siblings as gifts. In addition to the relatively unsuccessful incident of the musket, the prosperity of the town of Nebo still left a good impression on him.

"Hey, dwarf, I'm very interested in the weapon in your hand, can you talk about it?" Zhao Mai checked his wallet and said to Soke: "I stay in the fireplace hotel not far from here, the stew there is very good, and the ale is also very sweet. I cordially invite you, do you have time now?"

"Okay. As if he was not guarded, Soke agreed to Zhao Mai's request.

Anyone who has sniffed the grain with his nose and has not become hostile can still be trusted. It is said that people emit different smells under different emotions, and animals with a keen sense of smell can distinguish anger, joy, sorrow and hostility. Although I don't know how accurate this judgment method is, and whether there will be cases of being wronged, Zhao Mai has no other good way anyway, of course, he has to trust his loyal partner.

The two talked as they walked and introduced each other. Zhao Mai is naturally still the same set of rhetoric, his lingua franca is not good, I hope the dwarves can be more considerate. The dwarf Sock has a big beard, and the humans who deal with him will not be polite if he is already an adult, but who knows that he is just an adult.

Zhao Mai's friendliness towards him quickly turned into a harmonious atmosphere, and before he could actually start talking about things, the dwarves already liked this kind human a little. When they came to the fireplace hotel, they didn't see the fat boss, only the chef took advantage of the fact that he hadn't eaten yet, and made a cameo appearance on the counter.

A small barrel of ale, about fifteen liters, was bought by Zhao Mai and moved directly to the dining table. Bright foam overflowed the oak glasses, lifting the dwarves' spirits. "Let's toast to our elders, our family, and those who care about us first, and the rest later. ”

Sock was so thirsty that he couldn't wait to put his whole face in a cup and drink from it. The aroma remains in the mouth, and the refreshing sensation spreads from the throat to the belly and then to the limbs. He put down the cup and saw that Zhao Mai's cup was also empty, and couldn't help but admire his good amount of wine.

Zhao Mai didn't pay attention to the dwarf's raised middle finger, he was looking in the direction of the tavern door. Green, who was dressed in tatters, walked in, one arm hanging abnormally, and in the other arm clutching a leather bag, which was the one that contained salt.