How much does armor cost? Actually, it's not expensive, at least not as expensive as Cybertron thinks. There is no scene of tens of thousands of gold coins in a set of epic armor in the novel, and there is no black-hearted craftsman who asks to buy anything like "T16 suit starts from 8,000, loose pieces 5,000, and jewelry weapons 10,000".

Cybertron himself also wants to buy a suit of armor very much, and is eager to stop being regarded as a child or a follower in this civilized society.

When I got there, I realized that it wasn't that simple - it was so simple!

Cybertron found a blacksmith shop in the eyes of a customer, in a commercial area just outside the city. It looks big and excellent, but at first glance, it looks like an area of land waiting to be changed or incorporated into the expanded city territory.

"Go, go, I don't have time to play with you, the little girl takes your pet and plays with the eggs. ”

After entering the door, before Cybertron and the fox could speak, they were judged by their appearance again. A middle-aged man who looked like a blacksmith, swaying more than 1.80 meters away, with muscles similar to those of the people in the Burkeso tribe. Wearing a leather apron around his body, otherwise he could run for Mr. Bodybuilder, which made Schwarzenegger teary-eyed. The only difference from the other blacksmiths in the blacksmith shop is probably this one's red hair, which is called a striking one.

This gentleman was holding two large iron plates and walking leisurely into the shop, and Cybertron happened to be his way. He snorted angrily, looking at Cybertron's appearance so that he didn't bump into it-work.

"Look, I told you to carry your sword, but now there's nothing to say. The fox who was following Cybertron looked up at him.

“...... I also want to change two more swords, although they are easy to use, they are too big to attend a banquet. Cybertron threw the fox aside and walked straight up to the blacksmith: "I'll buy armor." ”

"Why aren't you leaving?" the blacksmith snorted, seemingly dissatisfied, "...... I'm very busy today, I have a lot of orders!--so busy, so busy, I'm so busy here before I die every time. ”

"Didn't I say I can't buy armor?" Cybertron was really out of options, and at this point he could only pull out his money bag and shake it.

“...... Oh, it's a guest. Sure enough, the clanging of the blacksmith shop, where there were about seven or eight blacksmiths still making weapons or armor, stopped. However, the sound of gold coins colliding made everyone stop. The other blacksmiths instantly surrounded him, and one by one the muscular men ran up to Cybertron and formed a circle: "Miss, run errands and buy equipment for the master? ”

“...... Get out of here, this is my guest, do you know the rules and rob business?" the red-haired blacksmith waved the hammer in his hand to go crazy.

"Aren't you in her business?"

"Lao Tzu just read it wrong, can't you?" Repelling a few scolding roommates, the red-haired muscular man asked, "Miss, you'd better let your master ...... by yourself."

The fox was laughing and was almost gone—and it wasn't like anyone anyway.

"If you laugh again, I'll throw you into the furnace! After I die, no matter how big the flood is, the nine demons will come out together, and Lao Tzu is not afraid!" Cybertron glared at the fox viciously, and then explained to the blacksmith in a gentle voice: "Stare at your dog's eyes to show me the truth, where does Lao Tzu look like a woman!"

As he spoke, he pinched his small hand, and instantly pinched the steel plate that the other party held over into the shape of a human hand.

“...... Well, I'm wrong again - honorable sir, regardless of whether the deal will be made or not, you will have to accompany me to pay for this steel plate. The blacksmith looked at Cybertron's hand and sighed that it turned out to be a non-human warrior: "Welcome—what do you want?"

"I'm going to ...... Armor. Cybertron looked at the fox, and the fox nodded to indicate that it was correct: "Is there any ready-made plate armor with full coverage?"

"......" The blacksmith looked at Cybertron's height, about one meter and sixty meters, looked up and down for a long time, and said, "What are you wearing?"

“...... Nonsense!"

"Okay...... If you say so, there are really a few sets in the warehouse that can be exchanged for you, but it is enough for you to wear chain mail for private buildings, don't make trouble for yourself, young master. Hehe laughed twice, anyway, anyone will do it to make money. Turn off his stove, it seems that the blacksmith is really planning to do business: "Oh, you go to the corner to pick the style, I will give you a brand family badge for free, if you want to use enchantment materials, the money will be calculated separately." ”

“...... You just get me the best, no, give me the most gorgeous. "Cybertron has never paid attention to these things, and has been a barbarian for so many years. But a man's love for weapons is hard to restrain - the most important thing is that he doesn't want to be seen as a prostitute anymore.

"Oh, look at this—a full-coverage plate armor in the style of Gert, as long as you can wear it, and it won't crush you. The blacksmith snorted and said in his heart that the steel plate had to be paid anyway, and said: "My proud work is different from those unscientific stupid x dwarves and goblins, I believe in the real way of building." Thickness, shape, hardness and slag content are the perfect match. ”

"Hmm......" Listening to the other man say something that wasn't magical at all, Cybertron asked, "How much?"

I brought (stolen) more than 100 gold coins today, is it enough......

"Well...... look at the other party's age, and the appearance that he doesn't even need to try it out. The blacksmith instantly made up for the other party and the fat sheep's brain, and said in his heart that if he wanted to run, he would not want less: "About 20 gold coins." ”

“...... Huh?" Cybertron was stunned.

"Don't look at these 20 gold coins as expensive, but this is my most proud work, which is not the same as that of ordinary blacksmith shops!" "I gave you a full set of armor equipment that fits the plate armor, and I put a lot of Saron Evil Iron Ore in it when I forged it, and most of it used the finest essentia ingots mined from Ellan...... If you're too expensive, we'll talk about it. ”

"......" Cyber said frankly that it could be cheaper?

It could be cheaper!

A knight was paid two pence a day after being drafted, and a regular mercenary was paid one penny a month in wartime (to death). Of course, as soon as the cannon goes off, there are ten thousand taels of gold, and as a mercenary, you still have your own benefits, otherwise who will fight? -- the premise is that you have to win the war, and if you lose...... Let's save my life first.

The cheapest plate armor costs only eight gold towers, and the chain mail is even cheaper for five or six gold towers, and even the best ones have only sold for sixteen or seventeen gold coins.

To be honest, gold coins are really good and too precious. Cybertron stole more than a hundred from his wife at once - he thought he had a plan, but one thing was certain: the calculating Alice Fell was just pretending not to see it, and we would talk and discuss, and settle the ledger after the fall!

"It's so expensive!" the fox's tail stood up, and it seemed that his head was full of gold coins, "We won't buy it, Cybertron, let's go-"

"Wait!—you're famous...... Lord Cybertron Knights, eh, ay, awe, awe—" The blacksmith suddenly changed his face.

“...... Do you know me?"

"Of course I've heard rumors about you, and legend has it that you're a good knight—", how do I know who you are?

Cybertron was stunned for a moment—because the other party was really right.

According to legend, Cybertron "fought the Queen" from 10 a.m. to 3 p.m., and the Queen is still lying in bed recuperating from her injuries - the whole city of Randun is about to stir.

"In that case, I'll make it cheaper for you - fifteen Quentrantas, and I'll pay the bill with fifteen. ”

"Huh...... "How do you feel like you're still hacked?"

"It's cheaper. The fox cocked his tail and pointed at the other and said, "Do you sell a penny?"

The blacksmith looked at the fox and after about a few seconds asked, "What's your mother's last name?"

That's going to have a convulsion.

"Fox...... Are you really poor and crazy?" Cybertron grabbed the fox and placed it on his shoulder, motioning for the other to shut up, "Didn't you say the full set of equipment?"

"Uh...... Weapons don't count as equipment ......"

The blacksmith was going to be hypocritical.

"Less TM nonsense!" Cybertron was furious, and suddenly recalled that he had played games in his previous life and went to the gold group, saying that the price of 5,000 gold for good equipment would not increase, and only when he went in did he say that the weapons were not considered equipment and that they were all black. New hatred and old hatred come together: "If you don't want to do business, just say it, I don't buy it." ”

As he spoke, Cybertron pulled the gold coin bag in his hand: "Go, fox—go to someone else's house." ”

"Eh, wait, weapons are equipment, they are equipment-" said the same words as the head of the gold regiment in the game, and saw that the only financier stopped buying equipment and stopped raising prices and asking for skyrocketing prices. Alas...... The blacksmith looked at the date and it was already the weekend, and it was estimated that no one had bought equipment for this CD (during the preparation for war). If you do too much, you have to throw it into the warehouse anyway, so it's better to sell it: "I'll give you a handful-"

"I'm a two-sword stream berserk battle, and I need two weapons. ”

"This one is really...... Okay, but remember that you can only pick here, and if you send a sword hilt over there, I will have to be killed by the master. ”

"Deal. Cybertron gave a thumbs up for his bargaining talent.

The blacksmith earned himself five gold coins and gave 32 likes.

"Do you need me to contact you with the enchanter?" Seeing such a fat sheep not continue to slaughter two knives was really unbearable, the red-haired blacksmith continued to ask, "I know an excellent enchanter, a graduate student of the National University of Magic and Magic!"

“...... I already knew the day before yesterday how unreliable your university was. Cybertron pursed his lips and said, "Fox—don't you want to enchant that armor? ”