"Old man Bunker, how much does this thing cost?"

The rugged man stood in front of an old man sitting at a wooden table, holding a sharp knife in his sturdy arm that could be used to cut flesh and bones. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

"The original price is fifty silver coins, and the current price is forty-five silver coins, and for the sake of you, my old customer is charging you a few dollars less. ”

The old man took a sip of tea, revealed the few front teeth in his mouth, and said calmly.

"Just blow it, you, you like the kind of person who can read love, well, forty-five silver coins, all in this bag. ”

The money bag was untied from his waist, and the rugged man threw it on the wooden table, making a "clang" sound.

The old man stretched out his hand, picked up the money bag, and put it in his hand to weigh it.

"That's true, if you're lying to me next time, just wait and get beaten up by me. ”

The old man put the money bag into the clothes in his arms and looked at him with a grin, a few front teeth clearly exposed.

"Last time, last time I drank too much and didn't pay attention, who knew how many were missing, you can't blame me, old Bunker. ”

The rugged man hurriedly explained, inserting the knife he had bought into the scabbard that hung from his waist, while trying to justify his previous mistakes.

Old man Bunker didn't say anything, and continued to drink tea silently, enjoying the quiet atmosphere of drinking tea alone, as if there was no one in front of him.

"Cut, you old man, you deserve to be single to death. ”

When the rough man saw that he had no one in his eyes and was traveling through a fairyland, he gave up talking to him and strode towards the door talking to himself.

Pushing open the door, part of the sunlight from outside swayed in, shining on the wall, and soon disappeared as the door closed again.

In the small shop, which has no windows and only doors, there is finally only one person left.

In the dimly lit room, there was a wooden table against the wall, where sat an old man drinking tea, who was the owner and boss of the place, and on the other side of the wall hung many different weapons, from rusty swords to broken staffs...... Anyway, there are these strange weapons on the small wall that can't hang many weapons, and it would be more appropriate to say that they are useless scraps.

Beneath the wall were piles of gear that also looked like scrap, chain mail with a large hole, weedy dirty helmets that could grow tenaciously in this environment, and shields torn in half...... It's more like a pile of useless scrap.

Directly in the direction of the doorway, the wooden planks folded into a staircase were placed with something slightly normal, such as a small bottle of water that could kill insects, a rope for various purposes, a red stone for making a fire, and an ordinary dagger that would not rust or grow grass.........

In any case, it seems that the things here are not sold in the same category, but are placed casually, and they don't care about the order at all.

It's not like a place to sell things, and anyone who comes here will feel that way.

In fact, it's a shop that sells things, but the old man has a peculiar penchant for collecting things called scrap.

Maybe a lot of people were deceived by the configuration of the store, so compared to the thriving weapons shop next door, this store is much more deserted, and it is good to have a few people come to buy things in a day.

However, the old man does not seem to be the kind of person who makes a living by buying things, but more of his own interests.

Today should have been the same as ever, with few people coming to patronize, as it should be.

The old man sat leisurely at the wooden table, sipping tea while enjoying the quiet and cool atmosphere, very comfortable.

Outside the closed door, the voices of several people suddenly came, and it seemed to be outside the door.

"Hey, Monschent, it's the wrong way, it's this way, not that side. ”

"Hey, isn't this one?"

"Of course not, that's what Officer Balala said, but I always feel different from what I thought. ”

"Alright, let's get inside, the sun is about to set. ”

This was followed by the sound of a gentle push on the door, and a "excuse me".

Harry pushed the door open, and light came in from outside, illuminating the content directly ahead.

The first thing that caught Harry's eye was an old man drinking tea at the wooden table against the wall, and he was also looking at Harry, and the two looked at each other.

“...... Hello grandpa. ”

“.........”

The old man retracted his gaze, did not respond, and drank tea by himself.

"This old man is really strange. ”

Monshint, who had followed Harry in, glanced at the old man and said.

"Grandpa, I have something I want to sell, do you have anything here?"

“.........”

Harry handed the to-do list to the silent old man.

The old man didn't even look at Harry, took the to-do list that Harry had handed him, and glanced his eyes upwards.

"Little brat, what do you want these things for?"

The old man glanced at Harry, put down his to-do list, and showed Harry a few front teeth, a look of interest.

"Used for tourism. ”

Harry didn't even think about it, so he answered.

"Well, come with me, little boy, by the way, come along. ”

The old man walked to his companion behind Harry, got up from his position, and walked deeper into the shop.

Naturally, Harry and the others followed.

Followed by Monshint, he looked at the broken copper and iron in the shop with a curious gaze.

The old man opened a door, and there was a straight and narrow passage inside, and in the dim environment, Harry saw such a scene.

"Harry, Harry......"

"What's wrong?"

Monschente's deliberately suppressed voice came from his ears.

"Do you think this old man is strange, the shop is full of broken copper and iron, and he calls us little boys, and there is no politeness at all. ”

"It's okay, maybe that's his character, you're overthinking. ”

Harry noticed the waste in the shop, which Monshint called broken copper and iron, but not as much as Monshint thought, maybe it was a collector.

"It's up to you, it's still the character of this good old man, everyone else says this about you, and laughs, laughs at your size!"

“...... Huh"

Harry smiled wryly and didn't speak, while Monshint looked at him with an unhappy expression.

Entering a large room that looked like a warehouse, there were a lot of things in it, and it looked very cluttered, and it looked like it hadn't been cleaned up for a long time.

Looks like what they're looking for should be in these things, Harry speculated in his mind.

The old man also said to them to confirm Harry's suspicions.

"Find it yourself, it should be right here, although I don't know if it can be used. ”

"Huh?!"

Everyone looked confused.

Is it really good to let customers find things on their own?

What about the principle of customer first?