Chapter 006: Blacksmith Boss

Characters in this chapter: Alleyne, Blacksmith Boss - Fat Robin. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

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Alleyne walked up to a man who looked like a blacksmith: "Blacksmith, I want to buy ......"

"What blacksmith, there's no blacksmith here!" the man yelled at him with a displeased face.

Alleyne was a little puzzled: "But you are standing here with a hammer......"

The man staggered out of the bunk, grabbed his hand, and shoved the hammer into his hand: "The hammer is for you! Now you are standing here, are you a blacksmith?!"

Alleyne was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly waved his hand: "Uh, I don't know how to use weapons." ”

"Neither will I! You look at the room full of weapons, it's just scrap of brass and rotten iron!" he looked around the room with disdain, his eyes full of disdain.

"And these weapons, ah no, scrap metal and rotten iron, who fought them?" said Alleyne, who began to get bored with this conversation.

"Of course it's me!" the blacksmith emphasized without hesitation.

Alleyne was stunned again. "I'm sure one of the two of us went crazy. He said tentatively. "Would I like to take you to the doctor?"

"Of course I'm mad!" roared the blacksmith angrily. "I finally got a good piece of material, I wanted to forge it into the sharpest weapon, but who knew that it was yellowed by a small thing at the last moment!"

"What little thing?" said Alleyne.

"A bird, a bird! it took my only fire crystal!" the blacksmith stomped his feet in a frenzy, even trying to rush up and smash all the weapons hanging on the wall.

"I'll find another piece!" Alleyne immediately grabbed the blacksmith's shoulder and stopped him.

The blacksmith turned suddenly. "This thing was made from dragon flames!" he said loudly at the other. "Hey, have you seen a dragon in the past three hundred years?"

The other party's yelling really made Alleyne unbearable. "Okay, okay, I'll help you find it, right? stop yelling at me!" he said helplessly.

The blacksmith nodded suddenly in satisfaction and patted Aren on the shoulder as if nothing had happened.

"Then it's up to you, brother, if you get the fire crystal and bring it to me, I'll give you something good!" said the blacksmith and went back to his bunk and dozed off.

Alleyne was silent for a moment, trying to restrain his temper...... This guy really isn't a mentally abnormal patient?

He suddenly patted his head, he had originally come here to buy equipment, but now he was delayed, and he forgot to get down to business. "Hey, blacksmith!" he shouted at the patient he had just had.

"I said, I said, I said, I am not a blacksmith," said Fat Robin, who jumped up from his chaise longue and huffed again. "I'm Fat Robin, Fat Robin, Blacksmith!"

Alleyne's henchman. But didn't you say you were a blacksmith yourself? But he held back, and tried to cater to the other as much as he could: "Okay, then." Fat Robin, can I buy some gear?"

Fat Robin glanced at the other party, and his eyes contained disdain. He immediately lay back on the wooden recliner again: "If you want these broken copper and iron, take them quickly." Anyway, I feel upset when I look at them. ”

Alleyne immediately happily picked up a weapon in his shop. "Hey, there's a cutlass here, that's cool!" he pulled a scimitar from the shelf. "This guy must be very easy at slashing people!" he said excitedly.

Fat Robin only opened one eye, but the other eye was closed, lying on the wooden recliner that swayed forward and backward, and said disdainfully: "That scimitar was made by me one afternoon last winter, while picking at the nose, and the quality is the worst on that shelf." ”

Hearing this, Alleyne had to put back the flashing scimitar in his hand in embarrassment.

"And what about this, what about this?" Alleyne pointed to the one-handed sword in his hand, which was decorated with ornate gemstones, carved with elaborate patterns and inlaid with large and small multicolored gemstones.

Aren's eyes glowed eagerly, as if a lone wolf had seen his fat prey after three days of unsuccessful hunting, and his eyes glowed green.

He thought that such a miraculous sword must be extraordinary, and that the jewels on it alone were worth a fortune.

Fat Robin buckled his nose and wiped it on the wooden chair. "Oh, you like that sword," he said, with a complicated complexion on his face, but his lips were nonchalant. "Take it, take it. ”

Alleyne was about to jump into the sky with joy. It was as if he had seen countless golden dinars waving to him.

"It's just. Fat Robin paused again. "That sword is a silver-like pewter spear head—it doesn't work. Although the quality is much better than the scimitar just now......"

Fat Robin raised an eyebrow again. "But it's easier to cut people with a scimitar like you. Besides, if you go out like this, it is estimated that you will be stripped off by the swarming mercenaries in less than two seconds, let alone go into battle to kill the enemy. ”

After some ideological struggle, Alleyne finally agreed with Fat Robin's statement, and had to silently put back the gorgeous one-handed sword in his hand.

Seeing that the other party finally put down the priceless one-handed sword in his hand, the colic expression on Fat Robin's face finally eased.

"Doesn't seem right!" Alleyne, who had just put the sword back, his right hand still in the air, suddenly realized that something was wrong.

"You guy, you can't bear this sword at all!" he immediately turned to Fat Robin and yelled.

"You're still hanging out here. Mobilize before the war! Come over to the old lady. It was the same crisp roar, but it wasn't from Fat Robin.

Because Fat Robin also jumped up from the chaise longue in astonishment, as if he had seen something more terrifying than the ancient dragon.

Alleyne wanted to turn around and look at the owner of the voice, but he didn't expect that he had already taken a punch in front of him, and his eyes suddenly went black, and he couldn't see anything.

An irresistible force came from his collar, and if nothing else, he would be dragged out of the blacksmith's shop.

"No, my free weapon!" Ellen struggled uselessly, looking at the shelf where the one-handed sword was placed, and waving his hands helplessly in the air.

Damn, even if you can't get the priceless sword just now, you must get a weapon, otherwise you will suffer too much? His heart was full of indignant words.

Fortunately, in the midst of the darkness and panic, Ellen's hand suddenly grabbed something that was cool to the touch.

He was thrilled, it was the hilt of a sword, it felt good to be in his hand, and he thought it would be a suitable weapon.