Chapter 39

There are two flowers, one on each side. Zhao Mai left the house where the thief was hiding, but he would not go back directly. After understanding the truth that "even if you don't look for trouble, trouble can be found", he went straight to the market near the guild. There are several shops dedicated to adventurers, and next to them are blacksmith shops, which sell some small and light weapons.

He wants a crossbow most. It's powerful and easy to use. He was envious when he saw the Ranger Carl carrying a crossbow all day. Because there is no time to practice archery or the use of sling, crossbow becomes the best choice.

After browsing several blacksmith shops and looking at the goods in the shop, Zhao Mai was surprised to find that there was no crossbow in the local area. This is totally unreasonable. There must be something wrong with it. As the easiest long-range weapon to learn, there will be a great demand for both adventurers and farmers. Can't demand give birth to the market?

"Hey, crossbow..." Almost all the shop owners are perfunctory with the same attitude: "we don't have stock. If you really want, I can place an order for you. But there are so many crossbows coming out every year. The price is not cheap. Are you sure you can afford it? "

"Isn't it 35 gold coins for light crossbow and 50 gold coins for Heavy Crossbow?"

This price is based on the price of other weapons. Although there are some errors, the price of neibo is relatively stable, 15 gold coins can buy a sword, 75 gold coins can buy a long bow. Considering the production cost and other factors, the price of the crossbow should be what he said.

"Unfortunately, you didn't come at the right time." The shopkeeper was unmoved. "If you want a crossbow, you have to order it. Now that's the rule. If you want cash, it's not impossible to negotiate. Two hundred gold coins is a good amount. Or you can go to guilds and buy from other adventurers, which is also a way

After the salt was stolen, Zhao Mai had less than 40 gold coins left on him, which was enough to buy a crossbow to defend himself. What happened in the store now seems to be a price raising act of monopolizing the supply of goods. Zhao Mai can't fight against the alliance of the owner alone. As for those who take risks to buy, they should also pay extra fees. Otherwise, who would be foolish enough to do so?

The best way to deal with this situation is naturally to mobilize a number of affordable crossbows and put them on the market. But this will inevitably arouse the vigilance of local controllers. In the final analysis, the crossbow is a kind of weapon, which can not be manufactured, stored or transported by anyone. It's hard to say whether there is a shadow of those in power behind the merchant's action, or whether it was inspired by those people at all?

Can you make do with a sling? Or practice throwing knives? Zhao Mai shook his head and put these two thoughts behind him for a while. He decided to look around again, not sure what he would get.

In addition to the shops on both sides of the street, there are some vendors who set up stalls along the street. A straw mat is placed with the good things they collect or hunt. Some people are selling all kinds of food they make. Due to the lack of seasoning, the food looks attractive, but the smell and taste are not satisfactory. Seeing a vendor of kebabs, he wondered what animal the meat on the drill came from, and missed the lamb kebabs sprinkled with pepper, salt and cumin on the earth.

Suddenly, fate gold coin has a reaction, slightly hot at the same time, still in front of Zhao Mai chest vibration. Zhao Mai stepped back a few steps, the vibration disappeared, and moving forward became more and more intense. So this is how it works! With a trace of excitement, Zhao Mai walked towards the direction of the strongest vibration.

He saw a dwarf, only about one meter and four in height, but with a width and thickness larger than that of a two meter man. A thick brown hair and the same thick brown beard set him off like a lion. The light and simple dwarf had a semicircular tin helmet on his head - or hair wrapped - and a craftsman's uniform with a double barreled shotgun in his hand.

Wait Zhao Mai rubs his eyes. Am I right? Two black long straight cylinders, black wood handle, two independent fire ropes, this cliff is a dwarf gun. Has technology come to this? Zhao Mai felt his chin and decided to talk about it. One is for the gold coin of fate, the other is for the musket.

Suok, the dwarf, is carrying his own weapons, hoping to find a sense of identity among human beings. Their own dwarf clan is too traditional, and their ability to accept new things is very poor, so their ideas can not be supported. He heard that Nebo is the most open and tolerant place in the north of glarion, so he trekked here to try his luck.

People here are willing to let him demonstrate his weapons, and even gather a number of businesses to observe them. But at the critical moment, I couldn't fire my gun. He didn't get approval, but also attracted a lot of ridicule. Suok, the dwarf, doubted whether he had done something wrong, so that he was spurned by the dwarf God. Maybe I should focus on hammers and tomahawks instead of inventing muskets.

He is going to spend the remaining gold coins in his pocket and buy them as dry food for his return journey. If there's anything left, it's good to bring some spirits as gifts to parents and siblings. In addition to the failure of the firearm incident, the prosperity of neibo town left a good impression on him.

"Hey, dwarf, I'm interested in your weapon. Can you talk about it?" Zhao Mai weighed his wallet and said to Sok, "I live in the fireplace hotel not far from here, where the stew is very good and the ale is very sweet. I sincerely invite you. Do you have time now? ""Good." As if he was not wary, Sok readily agreed to Zhao Mai's request.

Anyone who has sniffed the grain reserves without hostility can still be trusted. It is said that people emit different odors under different emotions. Animals with a keen sense of smell can distinguish anger, joy, sadness and hostility. Although I don't know how accurate this method of judgment is and whether there will be cases of being wronged, Zhao Mai has no other good way. Of course, he has to trust his loyal partner.

As they walked, they talked and introduced each other. Zhao Mai naturally still said that, his common language is not good, I hope the dwarf can be more understanding. Suok, a dwarf, has a big beard. People who deal with him regard him as an adult. He is not polite, but who knows he is just an adult.

Zhao Mai's friendship with him quickly turned into a harmonious atmosphere. Before he really started talking about things, the dwarves already liked this kind of human. When they came to the fireplace Hotel, they didn't see the fat boss. Only the chef played a guest role on the counter before dinner.

A small barrel of ale, about 15 liters in size, was bought by Zhao Mai and moved directly to the dining table. The clear foam overflows the oak cup, which makes the dwarf spirit exhilarating. "Let's drink to the elders, the family and the people who care about us first, and let's put the rest behind us."

Sok was so thirsty that he wanted to drink his whole face in a glass. The fragrance stays in the mouth, and the refreshing feeling spreads from the throat to the belly, and then to the limbs. He put down the glass and saw that Zhao Mai's glass was empty. He couldn't help admiring his good drinking capacity.

Zhao Mai didn't notice the dwarf's middle finger. He was looking at the direction of the tavern gate. Green came in with some ragged clothes, one arm hanging abnormally, and the other arm clutching a leather bag, which was the one with the salt.