Chapter 5 The Town of Moore

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The goblin fell into the trap he dug twice in a row, and Lear was very reluctant to go, and in a feeling of guilt, he picked up the goblin ** and began to descend the mountain.

It was a long day, but it wasn't a difficult task for Lear, who arrived in the town of Moore in the afternoon with the goblins on his back.

This is a mountain village town, not prosperous but definitely not deserted, this is the last supply station to the Great Black Mountain Forest, merchants, adventurers, hunters, mercenaries from afar will rest here, teahouses, taverns, grocery stores, and a dwarven blacksmith shop, merchants from afar can receive cheap furs here, Warcraft crystal nuclei, adventurers and mercenaries can buy and repair weapons here, so the business atmosphere is good.

But this is also a place where robbers haunt, and merchants who don't have a certain strength can't make a fuss when they come here, and they may even lose their lives.

When Lear entered Mohr Town, he went straight to the grocery store and exchanged the treasures he had scooped up from the mountains for silver coins, a dozen herbs for three silver coins, and some monster bones for two silver coins. One silver coin can be exchanged for ten coppers, and one copper can buy a few pieces of black bread! Five silver coins are enough for a family to live on for a month.

When he took out the whole wolfskin, a merchant who was wandering by the grocery store exclaimed, "Swift Wind, good! in good condition...... the merchant was full of praise.

"Little brother, I'll give me twelve gold coins for this wolf skin!" the merchant smacked his lips.

"Kodo, aren't you stealing my business again?" the grocery store owner cried, a hint of anger on his face. He took a fancy to this wolf skin, the wolf skin of the Swift Wind lone wolf, second only to the Swift Wind Silver Wolf King!

The Swift Wind Silver Wolf King is not a normal person who dares to provoke, it is a complete mercenary team that will walk around when he sees the Wolf King, and the Wolf King will summon hundreds of wolves at any time, and only those who don't want to die will fight his idea.

Codo smiled and said: "Laflo, the meat can't be eaten alone, hehe, little brother, twelve gold coins, how about it?" As long as you agree, the twelve gold coins will be yours immediately......" It's the late autumn season, and the furs of animals and monsters are the best quality, and the mountain will be closed in a month of heavy snow, and the skins of the trading houses have not been collected enough, so Kodo began to intercept the better quality furs by any means.

"I'll give you thirteen gold coins!" said the grocery store owner menacingly, "Kodo, you can see clearly, this is the wolf skin of a lone wolf! Little brother, tell me, every time you come to my grocery store, I have deceived you!"

The grocery store owner played the emotional card while raising the price.

"No, Uncle Laflo, all right, this leather......" Before Lear could finish speaking, the merchant Codo cried out, "little brother, I will give you fifteen gold coins, fifteen gold coins, equal to one hundred and fifty silver coins!"

Lear hesitated again, fifteen gold coins is indeed a lot, he has never received so much money in the past, enough for his family to eat for two or three years.

"Brother Richard, thirteen gold coins, how about you buy everything in my shop in the future!" Laflo shouted angrily, this Kodo is too unreasonable, it is simply breaking the rules of the industry.

"Thirteen gold coins, I'll sell it to you, Laflot. Lear put the wolf skin on the counter, although there were two gold coins missing, but this 20% discount can still save a lot of money, and Lear also has to buy food and some medicine for the winter in the grocery store, so it is better to sell a favor to the boss.

As soon as Codo left, the owner of the grocery store excitedly gestured his middle finger to the departing figure, "Laflo, prepare two hundred pounds of food for me, plus some ......medicine," Lear bought some more things before leaving with the goblin and entering the blacksmith shop next door.

"Don't worry, boy, I'll get it ready for you right ......" Laflo was in a good mood, the little hunter had given himself enough face, and he couldn't help but be secretly happy, and the wolf skin could earn a few gold coins.

"Richard boy, you've made a fortune!hehe, come and see my swords, they're all of the finest quality, they're all made by dwarves...... "The blacksmith shopkeeper, Buck, the dwarf, pouted his beard and boasted.

The dwarf's biggest hobby is bragging and drinking, but his casting process is not said, but the price is not low, and an ordinary sword costs more than ten gold coins.

"Oh, old Buck, I can't afford your stuff," laughed Lear, who was no stranger to the dwarves, and every time he went to town, he had to go around the blacksmith shop, and when he had free time, he would help old Baclala, bellows, pick up a few sledgehammers, and do some chores, so the dwarves had a good impression of him.

"Richard boy, I already know what you're thinking, didn't you take a fancy to that black iron dagger, and sold it to you for five gold coins for only the cost price! It's much better than your bone-breaking dagger, hahaha......" Old Buck laughed and glanced at the crude bow and arrow in Lear's hand.

"Really," Lear's eyes lit up, the dagger was offered by a mercenary for ten gold coins, and the old guy was still reluctant to sell it, and today he even asked for hardware coins to sell it to himself.

"Honorable Olli, when have the dwarves ever lied!" Old Buck exclaimed exaggeratedly, reaching out and tossing a black dagger from the shelf.

Lear hurriedly took out five gold coins and handed them to Old Buck, the transaction was completed, this weapon with a blade, like a short knife more than a dagger, was inserted into his waist, and suddenly he remembered the meteorite piece, and quickly took it out and handed it to Old Buck and said: "Old Buck, what kind of metal do you see this? You dwarves have a natural sensitivity to metal ores, you can help me take a look." ”

Old Buck glanced at the stone in his hand, there seemed to be a thick layer of ashes left by burning on it, and his expression immediately became solemn, this ore turned out to be something he had never seen before!

Old Buck pulled his long beard fiercely, shameful, he claimed to know all the world's ores, and today he was stumped by a kid.

He picked up a small hammer and carefully tapped the ore that looked like a broken knife, but knocked off a small piece of gray dirt on it, revealing the black material of non-gold and non-stone inside.

Old Buck racked his brains and couldn't figure out what kind of ore this was, so he had to shake his head helplessly and said, "Richard boy, you really stumped me, I can't tell what kind of ore this is, but it's certain that it's not a metal ore!"

Lear was a little disappointed, but in his experience, this thing was certainly not an ordinary thing, and Old Buck muttered, "If I put it in a furnace, maybe I can tell what it is." ”

"Then I'm sorry for you, Uncle Buck!" Lear said quickly.

"Okay, you can help me pull the bellows and raise the ......fire," Old Buck shouted as he hurriedly threw the stone into the fire, curiosity! The dwarves are known for their curiosity on the mainland, and if a new ore is discovered that they don't recognize, and the dwarves can't identify it, he won't even be able to sleep.

Soon, the fire in the furnace turned from white to blue, and the temperature was high enough to melt the metal, but the ore remained indifferent, still black.

Old Buck's brow furrowed even tighter, and he reached out for the tongs to clip the ore out and dip it into the water.

“......”

Silently, it stands to reason that a puff of steam should come out of a hot metal or ore immersed in water, but the ore did not move at all.

Old Buck touched the ore with his hand in disbelief, and found that the stone was still cold!

"How can this be?" Old Buck's thick eyebrows twisted into a brush, and Lear couldn't help but touch it, the sun was so cold, not to mention melting, this ore had no temperature at all!

Old Buck said dejectedly, "This stone is so weird, Richard boy, where did you pick it up?"

"In the mountains, I saw that this stone looked like a knife, so I picked it up and prepared it to be used as a stone knife, and it was very hard......," Lear said, not wanting to tell Old Buck that it was a meteorite that had fallen from the sky, and that perhaps the old fellow would swallow it for his own sake.

Moreover, this stone is really hard enough, even the head of the Swift Wind lone wolf can be cut like cutting tofu, and it would have been shattered long ago if it were replaced by an ordinary stone, and Lear realized the extraordinaryness of this meteorite.

If you really can't do it, you can slowly sharpen it into a knife! As the saying goes, as long as the effort is deep, the iron pestle will be sharpened into a needle! The most important thing I lack is time and effort.

Putting away the meteorite, Lear left the blacksmith shop in a huff. The grocery store owner had already prepared the food and medicine, Lear walked out with a bigger bag, and Laflot looked at his back behind him and smiled: "Ha, Richard, your strength is a lot greater, it's more like a violent bear!"

Lear pursed his lips, more than ten years of absorbing the aura transformed by the earth element is all used to boil ** and make peach puppets, it's strange that the power is not great! There is no way to build a foundation, Lear has to use those thin aura on the blade, in this world, only powerful warriors will be respected, and without strength, he can only be an honest turtle who can be trampled on.

"Ski, now that we're in town, do you think it's a hotel or a ......" Lear was about to go home, bringing such a "delicate" goblin back back was probably sure to arouse the suspicion of Beishan, the strange gaze of those people in the town just now had already made him sit on pins and needles.

A human and a goblin back from the mountain! Phew! Dirt Bunzi spat and despised those people.

"But I don't have ......the money," the goblin said weakly.

"Then go home, uh, where is your home?" said Lear.

"But my leg can't walk......" the goblin's tone was even weaker, and he remembered that every time he mentioned his injured leg, Richard would carry him on his shoulder......

"Ah, I owe you!" Lear flung the goblin to his back and strode towards the village of Moss. The goblin's injured leg fell into the trap he dug himself, and the dirt bun was more or less guilty.