Section 25: Revisit

"Oh! it's the tentacles of the scavengers!, and that's a good thing!" said the steward of the magic goods shop, fiddling with the "loot" that Inghrs had poured out of his leather bag, ignoring the filth and stench of the tentacles on them, "Ten complete! Nine broken! Oh my God! Look at the number! Look at the damage! I'm sure it was a terrible war! Dear old Singhs! Did you run into a scavenger riot?"

The commander of Miraba's Axe was more concerned about where the one-eyed dwarves encountered these disgusting monsters, fearing that these dangerous creatures would threaten the inhabitants of Miraba's dungeons, and that ordinary dwarves could barely resist the attacks of the carrion-eating insects, and only warriors in heavy armor could fight them. Thorg knew his old friend well, and though he was sometimes impulsive, Singers was not a brainless man, as evidenced by the fact that the One-Eyed Dwarf had opened a passage to an underground tunnel in his house several years earlier (even Thorg was a participant) and had never gone down once. Singhs would never take the initiative to provoke the invincible underground monsters, and it seemed that he was not damaged, except for a few fresh scratches on the slightly dirty (rinsed with water) armor, Torg looked at William next to him suspiciously, this tall and strong boy was cleaner.

When onlookers appeared, Phineah, who was not accustomed to being watched, and the two little ones, who hated the strange stench, immediately returned to Singels's blacksmith's shop, so Torg did not see the female half-giant.

"Mr. McGreel, there's a big guy out there, could you please see if it's a good thing?" William reminded the manager of the magical goods shop who was marveling at the paralyzing tentacles.

Steward McGrell subconsciously wiped his dirty hands on the neat cashmere tablecloth, leaving a few dazzling filths, and then he came to his senses and immediately performed a little trick, and his hands and tablecloth were immediately cleaned. McGreil smiled embarrassedly, and as William came outside, Singhals, who was arguing with Torger, also happily followed.

Almost no one knows about the gravorg, as so few people have seen it, but that doesn't stop McGrell from discerning its origins. The scruffy steward of the magic goods store pulled a thick hardcover book from his bosom (God knows how he managed to hide such a large book in his flat arms), and McGrell held the book in his left hand and raised it with his right hand...... Oh, no! He flipped through the pages and began to look up the records, which took him a long time. Singers was already bragging about his "heroic deeds" with onlookers, and his story was full of holes but still amazed the onlookers, while William stared with interest at McGreil's "Treasure Book", or rather a monster atlas. Each page is illustrated with a beautiful illustration and many written notes, which William did not recognize.

When Sunderland arrived, McGreil finally found an account of the scavenging beast, which he read word for word: "Gravorg, a powerful scavenger from the underground...... Skillful and arbitrarily using the innate spell ability "Anti-Gravity", it is an excellent material for crafting flying and weight-reducing items. The "erudite" steward closed the atlas and said to William, "Oh, Mr. William! This scavenger is undoubtedly very precious! I can't estimate its value! Or else! I will buy the intact tentacles of the scavenger for two hundred gold coins each, and the broken tentacles are eighty gold coins each! As for the corpse of this monster, you can choose two magic items in my shop in exchange! What do you think?"

Before William could answer, Sunderland, who had been listening to the back for a while, had already spoken: "Wait! Who does this disgusting big guy belong to?" The female archon, who had already recognized the details of the monster, deliberately asked knowingly, she also wanted to get this rare monster corpse, and she wanted to get it for free, but William ignored her. The angry Sunderland could only speak directly to William: "William, it's you again, damn fellow, you killed it (with extreme contempt and suspicion)?haha! This thing belongs to me! You can move back to that house in the future! Come on! Move this disgusting thing to me!"

Seeing that the business in hand was about to fly away, McGrell was unwilling, so he hurriedly stopped the guards who were about to do it with both hands, and said to Sunderland: "Wait! Wait! Madam Archon! You can't do this! This is the business I got first! You can't just step in and snatch my beloved things so suddenly! Oh! Beautiful Mrs. Sunderland! Mr. William has already agreed to my deal! This is protected by the lord's decree!"

"Really, why didn't I hear him say yes?, or did you sign a contract?" asked Sunderland with a playful smile, believing that the odious William would find a way to please herself to improve their relationship (the maiden was carried away by the habitual flattery of the foreign merchants), and that a stable house would have been a great temptation for a family like William's fence, but William was not a common-sense being.

McGreel, who was speechless by Sunderland's rhetorical questioning, gave up hope in frustration, but then William said: "Two magic items are not enough! And the book you just read!" McGreil, who was hopeful again, said in surprise and some embarrassment: "Oh! Mr. William! You are so strong! You must know that I am counting on this precious "World Biology Atlas" to open a store! You can't do this! I am such a unique book!"

William didn't care about the deliberate pretentiousness of the manager of the magic goods store, and he gave a tough ultimatum: "Do you want to change it?

"Don't! Don't go! I'll change! I'll change! Mr. William! I'm at a loss! Hey, Mr. Togg, please find a few people to help me get this big guy in!" McGreil hurriedly grabbed William, pretending to be in pain, and then smiled and beckoned Tog for help.

Sunderland, who was deflated, was so angry that her face turned green, and she pointed at William's nose and trembled roughly, "Okay...... Hello ......! Damn William! I ...... I won't spare you...... I won't spare you!" The archon, who was so angry that she almost burst into tears, left in a hurry in embarrassment and anger.

Walking into McGreel's magical item area, William was dazzled by all sorts of bizarre furnishings. Singers gave up the choice of magical items, and almost all dwarves did not like items with magic attached to them, unless they were made by him or given by a relative (such as a father or mentor). The magic here is almost always small objects, and he chooses a special headdress for Phinea and a beautiful glitter belt for Misha'er, and the little one is very envious of Elph's glitter belt. Because the items William chose were all worthless playthings, McGreel, who "found his conscience", allowed him to choose another item as compensation, so William casually picked up a green jade leaf in the corner next to him, and made the lovely steward smack his mouth in distress, which was the most precious one he had placed outside.

William, who had made a fortune, returned to the blacksmith shop with his belongings, and Singhs had already gone to the tavern with Torg and a group of dwarves to fight wine. William divided the three objects among the three, and Phinea tied her hair back with a headdress with great interest, and hung a sparkling orange-red hedron on her forehead, a magic gem that could increase femininity (and of course it would work for sissy men! haha! because normal men would never wear it). The little girl took a small square step with a belt that emitted a soft milky white light, and the light of the belt could change color. Elve looked at the emerald green leaf in her hand in surprise, and asked incredulously, "Is this really for little Elf?" Seeing William's affirmative nod, "Yay!" She jumped up and ran around with cheer, picking up the screaming Millet Sha'er and shaking it vigorously.

As for the "Atlas of World Creatures", according to Elf, it was written in Elven language, so it was temporarily kept by the elves, but the bribed little Nizi had already agreed to teach William and the three elves elven.

Awakening from a hangover two days later, Singers decided to explore the underground cavern again, this time with two more guys, Togdanzo Hammer and a black-robed masked guy. The one-eyed dwarf, who was anesthetized by alcohol, agreed to the request of his old friend in the tavern. Although the black-robed masked man tried his best to hide his actions, no matter how William looked at it, he or she felt that he (she) was a girl pretending, and he looked at him extremely unkindly, and he felt a surging resentment enveloping him from afar.

As William kept scrutinizing, the black-robed masked man finally couldn't hold his breath, and she pulled the hood and mask on her head and roared angrily: "Damn William! Have you seen enough? What about me? Don't you look at it again! Do you hear it?" This participant who revealed his true face surprised Singhs and several people, not including William and the helpless Torge, of course.