In this restaurant called 'HSBC Building', the three Locke, who had eaten and drunk a lot, walked out of the restaurant and still looked unsatisfied.

Kane picked the shredded meat in his mouth with a toothpick, and said with a smile, "That hostess's breasts just now are so big!"

Well, this guy is talking nonsense again.

"I think the maid who served the food was bigger. Hans held back for a long time, and said that this guy is a sullen type.

Locke hid his face and walked away, pretending not to know the two men.

Eating in such a large place is more comfortable than in a tavern.

Although the three of them didn't feel that there was any difference in the taste of the food between the two, that kind of high-end atmosphere environment could not be experienced in a tavern.

It's good to eat, and it costs a lot. It cost Locke four silver medals, which used to be a month's salary for him, and this meal was gone.

Of course, Locke at this time was not short of this money. Both Hans and Kane knew that Locke must have made more money than they did, and they acquiesced to the fact that Locke had a treat.

"Where are you going next?" Kane asked Locke with a puff of the toothpick in his mouth.

It's still early, and it's not worth it to go back to camp like this.

The three of them, who had just eaten a full meal, also needed to digest the food in their stomachs, "Just go shopping." Locke said.

The three of them were really shocked by the prosperity of Peters City, who would have thought that the city with a lot of traffic had experienced the devastation of war five years ago.

As he walked around, Locke suddenly remembered that the arm shield that Henry had customized for him had been made at a blacksmith shop in Peters.

The original one, which was scrapped in the Bering Mountains, is now used and is recustomized, which is better than the original one.

Following a vaguely remembered route and asking passers-by, Locke led Hans and the others all the way to an alley south of Peters' territory.

"Is it here?" Kane pointed to the black, dirty curtain in front of him, and there was the sound of clinking iron from inside.

"Well, that man wouldn't dare lie to me. Locke wasn't sure that Locke had just caught a passer-by about the shop.

The three were not wearing military uniforms, but with their strong physiques and rude behavior, they could be guessed with their eyes closed that they were from the army.

The main reason is that Hans is too unfriendly, and his arms thicker than normal thighs are exposed, and whoever stands in front of him has to worry in his heart.

Lifting the curtain, Locke stepped inside, followed by Hans and Kane.

The light inside was relatively dim, and Locke didn't see a figure when he came in, and the sound came from the fire room.

Walking into the fire room, the 'clanging' sound became clearer, and the sound grew deeper and louder as Locke walked, until it suddenly stopped. Apparently, the people inside also spotted the visitors outside.

In the fire room, there were neatly arranged rough embryos of weapons, most of them were swords and axes, and there were also shields and spears, but there were relatively few.

"Are the guests here to buy something?" asked the old man with a towel wrapped around his head, walking out of the forging room in the fire room, and smiling.

The old man's voice was obviously like that of an old man in his fifties and sixties, but he was a man of tendons, not tall, and the muscles in his arms were extremely developed.

"We're just here to see. Locke replied.

He really just came to see who made his arm shield, the arm shield was of good quality, and Uncle Yoshak was also amazed when he saw it, you must know that Yoshak was also a blacksmith before he became a soldier.

Hans and Kane were dragged by Locke to wander around at all, if only a month ago, they might have bought a piece of equipment to take advantage of, and now that the war is over, what are they going to buy it for?

"Oh, please!" said the old man with a smile, his kind expression extremely out of harmony with his muscles.

While the two were talking, several small heads poked out from the door of the forging room in the fire room, all of them half-grown children, all of them blackened by charcoal.

"All go back, all go back! Is the iron all over?!" the old man also found out, and turned his head to reprimand with a straight face.

Frightened by the old man, the group of children ran back to the forging room with a whoosh, and after a while, the sound of 'clanging' sounded again.

"They are all children, they can't live anymore, and they are invited by me to take care of food. The old man said as if to explain to the three of them.

After living for such a long time, this old man could guess that Locke and the others were all soldiers who had been on the battlefield and killed people.

Locke nodded his head to indicate that he knew that by his accent, he could tell that the old man was indeed from Faustin, and that the half-grown children who were working in it should be Charlotte refugees.

"Let's take a few of them, I'll take a few of them to see the good stuff in our shop, it's all wool. The old man enthusiastically led the three of them out of the fire room.

Through chatting with the old man, Locke also knew that his arm shield was indeed from his blacksmith shop, and it was made by the old man himself.

Hans, on the other hand, was interested in some of the equipment in the smithy, especially the large-tonnage axes and knives. It's just a bag of shyness, and it's useless to buy the second, just past the eyes.

Kane was more interested in the half-grown children in the blacksmith's shop.

"I can't live without my parents, so I came to me to earn money. The old man sighed.

The men who worked in his blacksmith were indeed Charlottes, the oldest of whom was only 12 years old, and I couldn't imagine how these children could swing such a big hammer to make iron.

The blacksmith shop looked poor in terms of both the shop and the manpower, and if it weren't for the fact that his arm shield came from here, and for the fact that Henry and Uncle Joshak took turns praising his workmanship, Locke would have doubted their abilities.

Maybe it's because of this that the blacksmith shop is running out of business, and all the guys can go are gone, leaving only him, an old man, with a bunch of children.

When leaving, Locke gave the old man about 20 silver Dele, and Henry took out the money for the two arms shields, and the reason why he returned the money to the old man was because Locke was able to take Angelina out of the Bering Mountains alive, thanks to the first arm shield.

Without that equipment, he would have been bitten to death by the Moonlight Wolf.

The old man originally wanted to refuse, but was persuaded by Locke several times, but still accepted it, he did reach the point of exhaustion, 20 silver Dele is a lot, save a little use, enough for him, a blacksmith shop for a dozen people, two months of food.

Kane bought two locks for weight training, one for himself and one for his apprentice Hank, according to his words.

took out a total of 5 silver Dele, the old man clearly said that 4 silver Delete is enough, this guy has to fortify 5 for others.

Locke is accustomed to Kane's 'loser', and he knows that although Kane kills Charlotte soldiers on the battlefield without blinking, he is a soft-hearted man in life.

People are always contradictory.

After spending some time in the blacksmith shop, Locke and the others said goodbye and left, and the blacksmith shop really didn't have much to look at.

It was dark, and the three of them were not in a hurry to go back, and browsed the night view in Peters City.

I have to say that Peters City has developed really fast in recent years, and the biggest place Locke has ever visited when he was a child is the town, when every house closes its doors and chatters in the yard at night. There was no one on the street outside.

At this time, countless torches were raised in Peters City, and the moonlight and bright stars were quite bright, and they did not affect the normal vision of the residents at all.

This is also the factor that the three of them are not in a hurry to go back, after all, it is the first time to visit Night City.

I bought a pack of mountain fruits, and several people took a bite of the fresh mountain fruits while wandering around.

In recent years, Peters has emigrated a large number of Faustan people, some of them voluntarily, some of them were forced to come by their own lords, and because of its vast plains, Peters Territory will definitely become the center of gravity for the future development of the Faustan Kingdom.

Faustin has no shortage of visionaries who have begun to plan ahead.

The immigration boom has been going on for three or four years, but as the territory of the former Charlot, there are still a little more Charlottes here, about two-thirds, and Faustin is only one-third.

Not everyone likes to leave their homeland, and most honest civilians prefer to live in their homeland.

And this third of the Faustinians, unknown to Locke elsewhere, but in Peters City, they are definitely higher than the Charlottes.

Most of the people who walked on the streets were Faustinians, and those who kept their heads down and didn't dare to wander their eyes were definitely Charlottes.

Because of the war, almost all Faustinians hate the Charlottes, and as long as any Charlotte dares to show the slightest disrespect to the Faustinians, the grumpy people will do it directly.

As long as it is not killed or disabled, the city guards will basically not care.

So there are four classes of people here: nobles, wealthy merchants, Faustin commoners, and Charlottes.

Unable to pay attention to the civilians of Charlotte, who were still in dire straits, Locke and Hans looked curiously at a juggling on the side of the road.

A middle-aged man wearing a mask and a high hat, I don't know what to drink, and then he opened his mouth and spewed out, and the torch in his right hand flickered, and a flame formed in mid-air, which really frightened the crowd of onlookers.

Locke could feel that there were no magic fluctuations around him, which surprised him even more.

Hans sniffed it and said, "It's a spirit!"

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The rich nightlife of Peters City opened the eyes of the three elders and shrunk their pockets fiercely.

Locke is okay, this money is not worth mentioning compared to his real property, Hans and Kane are different, Hans is a little more restrained, Kane is much more casual, this guy eats the whole family alone and is not hungry, and he doesn't treat Dele as money at all.

In the middle of the night, when the torches in Peters City had been extinguished a lot, and the heat of the city had dropped by more than half, the three Locke staggered back to camp.

Everyone has one or another specialty hanging on their bodies, according to Hans, to take back to their families to taste, according to Kane's words, to take them back and eat them slowly, according to Locke's words, we are not short of money, and we buy whatever we have not seen.

Before the three of them came back, they also went to the tavern in Peters City to experience it, and to be honest, Locke felt no different from the taverns in other places, if I had to say something different, the tavern girls in Peters City were a little prettier.

The day's 'tiredness' made the three of them sleep until noon the next day.

As soon as Locke woke up, he was called over to a meeting by the baron.