Chapter 93: Bad Luck Strikes
The old man smiled slightly, his eyes lit up again, and the belt in his hand wrapped itself around Payne's waist. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ļ½ļ½ļ½Uļ½Eć ļ½ļ½ļ½ļ½
Wow! Sure enough, it was a high-end product, and Payne was immediately overjoyed.
"You can try to control the dragon's claw, it may have an effect that you don't expect. The old man said calmly.
Payne didn't understand what the other party meant, how could he control it? Is it with his mind? Or is it magic?
However, the next scene made him completely dumbfounded, he just tried to think about it, the dragon claw with a tail like a bone knuckle directly out of the way, then buckled the musket, and quickly retracted, firmly fastening the musket to the belt.
He tried again, and sure enough, the other dragon claw, in the same way, fastened another musket pinned to his belt.
Then he thought again, and the dragon's claws reached forward, and the musket was perfectly delivered to his hand.
Is this Nima real? Payne was thrilled, magical...... It's a magical thing!
Payne was instantly confused, and in just a few minutes, it felt like he had arrived in a completely unknown world, and this world was full of all kinds of unexpected magic.
He could accept the attributes of leather boots before, after all, it was not the first time he had been in contact, but he was shocked to see the bullets that came out of the chamber, and now there was an even more incredible mind manipulation, and he was really ...... for a while to accept so many magical things at once Excited!
Considering that there is more powerful magic in this world, these don't seem like a big deal. But he suddenly became enthusiastic about it, no, yearning and fanaticism.
"Thank you for your generosity," Payne saluted with a stroke of his chest.
"Thank you?" the old man suddenly smiled evilly, "Did I say I gave it to you?"
"What... How can you ......" Payne's heart palpitated, but before he could continue, the other party said again coldly, "I will not return it here...... Young man, you have to think clearly. ā
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When Payne walked out of the Demon Pattern Workshop, he only had sixty-three silver coins left on his body, and if it weren't for the old man only accepting gold coins, it is estimated that he would have to put as many as he could.
"Damn, I curse you......"
"What are you cursing me!" a cold voice exploded in Payne's ears without warning.
"I curse you...... Good nights. Payne almost burst into tears.
"Very well," the old man giggled, "if you are still in this city, curse me three times a night before you go to bed, or ...... I promise you'll never wake up. ā
"As you wish, my wizard. Payne uttered the words almost in tears, and immediately quickened his pace, quickly disappearing into the area.
The old wizard sat down in his chair and laughed, the folds on his face stretched out like a dead tree in spring, and he hadn't laughed for a long time.
"Damn Stoker, you sold the Black Dragon Belt for three gold coins, what are you crazy about?" a woman cursed madly from the room.
The old man raised his arm and snapped his fingers, and the space around him faded like an oil painting, and the humble room passed away like flowing water, revealing the magnificent hall.
All the furnishings in the hall are inlaid with gold and silver, and any one of the furnishings can make an ordinary person luxurious for a lifetime. Even the ground is covered with natural crystals worth a dozen gold coins.
The holes left by the steel bullets in the wall, and the cobweb-like cracks, were completely gone, as if they had never existed.
At the same time, a lady dressed in splendid costume was staring with vicious eyes at the wizard Stoker, who sat on a throne worthy of a king.
"I don't lack those twenty gold coins, not to mention that I'm 261 years old, and in less than forty years I should go to see the god of light, Prion," the wizard Stoke poured a bottle of rare puree red wine into the jade cup, and drank it all with a raised neck, "As long as I'm happy, what is a few hundred gold coins?"
This bottle is even more expensive than the weight of gold, and is worth enough to cover three hectares of fertile land. It was so expensive that even the Marquis was reluctant to take a sip, and it was only opened when the Marquis's Mansion entertained the Duke or even the Prince, but here it poured into the stomach of the old man Stoke like white water.
"Yes, as long as you're happy," the lady squinted and smiled, and then her face suddenly turned cold, and her face turned unusually hideous, "but don't forget, damn old man, I'm also the master here!"
"I'm sorry, the great witch Alyssa," the wizard Stoke shuddered, and quickly got up to stroke his chest and apologized, "I apologize to you. ā
"That's pretty much it," said the witch Alyssa, raising her fair and noble chin, "and don't forget, we have one more unfulfilled wish in common, so it's better to save some gold." ā
"Damn. Stoker, who was about to fill his glass, immediately stopped pouring his wine, "Why didn't you remind me earlier, I almost drank three hundred gold coins." ā
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Misri's Restaurant, a restaurant that Payne frequents every day, has a low average consumption, the nobles don't come, and the commoners can't afford it, so the customers here are mostly small merchants, bounty hunters, and mercenary groups.
"Hey, dear, is it still the same old way?" greeted a hotly dressed waitress with a hot body, her name was Lala, and she was the restaurant's ace waiter.
"Ahh No, more mashed potatoes and two less steaks today. Payne said as he walked over to his usual seat.
"Two less cutlets?" said Lara, "Is it my service that dissatisfies you?"
"No," Payne said with a grimace, "I'm going to lose weight." ā
Weight loss?Lara is the first time I've heard this new word.
What if I don't lose weight? Payne thought to himself, a meat chop costs seventy copper coins, and he usually eats three yuan a meal, plus drinks and tips, and this expense alone will cost ten silver coins a day.
And he also needs to buy bandages and medicines every day to maintain his daily training.
Since the last battle with the demons, he has transferred the training of explosive power to his arms, and bandages and healing potions are undoubtedly necessary for him to relieve pain and recover quickly, although the cost is not much, only seven silver coins, but now that he has returned to the pre-liberation overnight, he can only grieve his stomach.
"Lose weight, there's something wrong with this person, right?" said an obese, curly-haired man with a disdainful smile.
"Shut up!" another local merchant immediately covered the curly-haired man's mouth, "Don't bother me if you want to die!"
"I'm sorry, Mr. DiCaprio," the local merchant smiled apologetically, "he's not a local, so he hasn't seen you, so I hope you don't mind." ā
"DiCaprio Payne! Cough... "The curly-haired man coughed out all the food he had just put into his mouth, "I'm sorry sir, I didn't know it was you." Hey, give this gentleman the best, count me in!"
The local merchant slapped his head, and his expression was probably trying to strangle the other party, "Can you shut up!
"Oh, I'm sorry," the curly-haired man didn't know what to do, scratched his head, and said apologetically, "I didn't say it, I'm sorry." ā
The two didn't give Payne a chance to react, snapped a few silver coins and immediately left the restaurant.
Nima! What the hell are you please! I wipe, Payne gritted his teeth, took out his pipe and lit it, and swallowed two sips before calming down a little.
Soon, Lara twisted her waist and came to Payne with a plate.
In normal times, he would have stuffed the meal with the tip into Lala's business ditch, but today he paid for the meal with a silver coin and put it on the table.
Lara has been in this restaurant for more than a day or two, and has more mercenaries and bounty hunters than Payne has seen, of course she knows that this eighty percent in front of her is a little tight, so she didn't ask for a tip, and while picking up the silver coins on the table, she grabbed the other party's arm, slapped it on her ass, and then smiled mischievously, "It's free." ā
"Hey, Lara, I want it too, it doesn't need to be free!" someone immediately coaxed.
"Then you'll have an extra braised palm on your plate tomorrow. Lara glared at the other and turned to greet the other guests.
Damn!, Payne cursed inwardly. It took less than three minutes to finish the food on the plate, then got up and left the restaurant.
Along the way, Payne found the bounty guild in this city, I don't know if the customs are the same everywhere, the bounty guild always gives people the feeling of a tavern.
"Hello," Payne said to the receptionist at the counter, "can you help me contact Corion?"
"He's already left the city," replied the man without raising his head, "with the other four hunters, and that's all I can tell you." ā
Hell, Payne thought to himself, it's really easy to be happy and sad, has he run out of luck?
Shortly after he left, Crane walked in, "Hey man, is anyone looking for me?"
The usher glanced up at the other person, "If I'm not mistaken, no one is looking for you, Rusd." ā
"Alright," Crane waved his hand slightly disappointed, "if a red-haired young man named Payne comes to me, remember to let me know." ā
"Okay," the receiver said lazily.
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For now, Payne still wanted to take the opportunity to get rid of the mercenaries, and he remembered that Roy still had three gold coins on him, which was enough for the two of them to survive the winter.
By the time of the spring solstice, the Bounty Hunter will end their vacation, and with this equipment and their own fame, it will not be a problem to cooperate with them, so they will gain some experience and gold, and then go straight to changing careers.
As for taking the family crest of the Jin Fan family to ask for gold coins, he didn't think about it, but the gold coins of these nobles are not so easy to get, not to mention that the other party has already passed on the benefits to the mercenary group, and these nobles who do not suffer losses will definitely offer other conditions, and ...... It also depends on the other person's face.
Am I the one who can read other people's faces? Payne asked himself.