Following behind Curt, Oscar subconsciously looked back at the mountains he had already set foot in. In the thin twilight, the mountains with huge forests are also decorated with madder, and flocks of homing birds as small as black spots sweep across the sky from afar, and plunge into the mountains soaked in the sunset.

If his actions were more organized, he wouldn't have to take Curt to prepare for it again, right?

He felt for the three hundred-carons he had left in his wallet—the last bit of money he had at his disposal this month. Oscar was a little skeptical that the money alone would really be able to buy the weapons that Curt said were "enough to be used in real combat", or whether they could only be exchanged for crude and defective products.

Just as he was looking around, Curt's voice came from the front: "Hey, where are you looking? Keep up, or I'll leave you here if you get lost." ”

As they spoke, he and Lizzie were about to turn into an alley on the corner. The alley was quite secluded, almost completely hidden in shadow by the slanting rays of the setting sun, and it was possible that Oscar would have been separated from them if he had continued to focus on the inconsequential places.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"

Oscar apologized and caught up with them. He had already added a lot of surprises to their plan of action, and now he was embarrassed to let them keep an eye on their whereabouts on the way to buy weapons, and he even felt that he owed a lot of favors.

However, Curt didn't care, just looked at Oscar for a little time at the entrance of the alley, just like the declaration that just threw him away just now just said that it couldn't be true: "No need to apologize, after all, this is also something that needs to be taken into account in the work." ”

"What?"

Oscar felt as if he had heard something that he couldn't ignore, and subconsciously asked rhetorically. But Curt took his hand as if he was trying to hide it, and dragged him into the alley.

"Well... It doesn't matter, just keep up. ”

The alley was narrow and winding, with little room for two medium-sized people walking side by side, and a slightly stronger person might have to exert a bit of effort.

What kind of weapons shop would choose to operate in such a back alley? Oscar was a little suspicious, but he didn't think that Curt was the kind of unscrupulous veteran who would deliberately trick a newbie into a remote alley to blackmail, and the fact that Lizzie was also with the team made him a little more relieved.

When Oscar was thinking about what kind of weapon shop he would go to, Lizzie suddenly took the initiative to talk to him: "Oscar, are you a student at the academy?"

Oscar remembered that she had seen the badge pinned to her chest a long time ago, but she hadn't asked earlier, but chose to ask it suddenly at this time, which made him feel a little strange. But it wasn't a big deal, so he didn't think much of it.

So he said, "Yes, I just entered this year, and my major is the Elemental School."

Oscar remembers Curt's exaggerated reaction this morning. According to them, there has never been a record of a sorcerer becoming a mercenary since the mercenary industry appeared in history, but he did not think that his identity was worth keeping secret, so he admitted it freely.

"It's an apprentice..."After hearing Oscar's answer, Lizzie muttered a few words, I don't know what she thought of, but I saw her laugh gloomily, "It's funny, it's the first time I've seen a magician take the initiative to wade into troubled water." ”

"Uh... There's a reason for that. ”

Oscar didn't know what to say, and his face was a little more embarrassed.

"Here we are, here it is. ”

But God still favored Oscar a little, and when he had a headache about how to continue the topic, Curt's words relieved him - the destination had arrived.

After walking through this winding alley for almost a quarter of an hour, the end finally appeared in front of Oscar's eyes. It was a stone building with a high roof, and smoke was belching from the chimney behind it. Next to the half-covered gate stood a sign that read "Lee Omon Arms Chamber of Commerce".

There was actually a weapons chamber hidden in the innermost part of the residential area, which surprised Oscar. Seeing that Curt had pushed open the door and walked in, he had no choice but to follow honestly.

After entering the Chamber of Commerce, a thick heat enveloped Oscar from all sides, and at the same time, he felt his sweat glands open violently, and the lost water frantically expelled the excess heat to the outside. The air outside the house was already quite hot, and it seemed to be even stricter in the Chamber of Commerce.

"It's hot!"

He couldn't help but be stunned, he was unprepared and was caught off guard.

Ding, bell!

Bang - Bang -

The sound of metal pounding was incessant, and judging carefully, they were all coming from under the feet, and it seemed that below the Chamber of Commerce was the workshop used for forging weapons. The weapons on display shimmer with a fine sheen, and there is no doubt that each one is a masterpiece of craftsmanship.

"Yo, isn't this Curt, why do you have the leisure to come to our Chamber of Commerce today?" A heroic figure came from the counter in the depths of the Chamber of Commerce, and the passionate voice simply raised the hot air inside the Chamber of Commerce to a higher level, "And who is this little ghost?"

Looking in the direction of the voice, it was a tall man. Oscar saw that his muscular body was covered with scars from the past, and subconsciously felt that he was more like a warrior wielding a weapon into battle than Curt, who was obviously much thinner.

"Good evening, boss. I haven't seen you for half a month, and your business seems to be just as good. Curt greeted the man with a smile on his face, and then explained to him, "This teenager is Oscar, a new part-time mercenary. I brought him here to help him pick a suitable weapon. ”

"You say this kid is a new mercenary? I don't think I've got any problems with my ears. Oscar felt the man's eyes focus on the badge representing the sorcerer's apprentice on his chest, "When are the sorcerers going to be mercenaries, could it be that I am behind the times?"

Curt scratched his head and said, "Well, that's a long story." We're not here to tell a story today, we're here to pick weapons. I'll tell you again if I have a chance. ”

"It doesn't matter, it's all guests. The boss didn't seem to care much about the reason why Oscar became a mercenary, but casually pointed to the weapon rack next to him and said, "Pick it yourself, mercenaries are all people who have permission to carry weapons, so it doesn't matter what kind of weapon you like." ”

Looking at the weapons on display on the rack of weapons that could be "chosen at will", Oscar's eyes were immediately attracted by a long knife with a slender blade.

It was also a long knife - it resembled the recurve knife at Curt's waist, but it was slightly shorter. The simple blade strikes a delicate balance between weight and thickness, and the finely polished blade glows in the firelight.

There was no frills on the long knife, but instead it was of unmistakable high quality. Oscar wanted to buy the long knife almost on the spot, but when he looked at the price... The five-figure price tag made him immediately understand what it meant to "get what you pay for".

Perhaps reading Oscar's mind, Curt stepped forward and said, "Don't look at it, you can't afford it." And I think these might be more suitable for you than this knife. ”

Oscar looked at what Curt called "these", which were simple and unpretentious single knives. The shank was shorter, and the blade was about the same length as the cane around Lizzie's waist. The steel material forms the edge of the crescent, and the thick back of the blade shows its durability.

It was accompanied by a wooden shield reinforced with metal bars, the size of which was only enough to protect Oscar's forearm. Oscar tried it when he held it, it felt quite light in the hand, and it could be used flexibly - the only downside was probably that the protective area was a little smaller.

Compared with the long knives that you know are of good quality at a glance, this set of knives and shields for Oscar is only "usable". Looking at its price, it is indeed a price that Oscar can afford: a full three hundred carons. When I bought this set of swords and shields, I didn't have a dime on me.

But in any case, it was the only weapon he could afford, and when he glanced around the surrounding displays, none of them were cheaper. In other words, Oscar couldn't buy even if he didn't want to, because he couldn't afford those well-made weapons.

Let's buy it and use it first, and then save enough money to think about changing to better equipment.

Oscar could only convince himself to pay the money to buy this equipment. And then when he casually chopped the wooden man a few times in the area where he tried out the weapon, Oscar's feel of stability also improved a lot of Oscar's favor for this pair of weapons. Even Oscar, who has no actual combat training, can deal considerable damage to puppets when wielded with a single sword, and the shield is agile without losing its defensive ability. The combination of the two can be regarded as both offensive and defensive.

The combination of a single knife and a fighting shield is simple and effective, and this combination of power and mobility also makes Oscar more agile in his activities. Also, because of its portability, even if Oscar intends to drive spells while moving, it will not be affected additionally.

Perhaps Curt had taken these things into account when he recommended this weapon, saying "more suitable for him". Inexplicably, Oscar feels that although Curt looks big, he has taken many things into account in some details. Is this also the experience accumulated from mercenary work?

After leaving the workshop and going outside, Oscar felt the terrible temperature difference. The night breeze that blew in an instant gave him the illusion that he had arrived in a rather cool place. The damp sweat that had oozed just now was still sticking to his clothes, making him feel cold.

Stroking the weapon that still carried the residual heat of the workshop, the gentle touch made Oscar feel that he had become a mercenary for the first time.

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