Ride and Cut

"Dogen, get another fifty pieces of No. 9 leather armor for this gentleman." Seeing that he couldn't hide, Negan's expression immediately collapsed, and his tone became weak.

"Then add another twenty sabers? I am very familiar with Lord Sauron of the Augustus family." Li Cha began to push his nose and face, habitually bluffing.

Negan folded his arms without saying a word, and gave him a pair of blank eyes with a sneer.

The dwarf's eyes were large and lifeless, like the eyes of a dead fish, and the white eye was really solid.

The dwarven blacksmiths chanted and carried out several heavy wooden crates together. After removing the pin with a crowbar and opening the cover, the weapons buried in the straw were revealed.

"Hey." Li Cha lifted a long spear, held it in his hand and looked at it carefully.

Dwarf blacksmiths are all experts in making weapons. Even this kind of mid-range product that is not particularly precious has put a lot of thought into it, and you can feel it as soon as you get started.

The pike and the throwing spear used the same type of tip, only slightly different in size. The four-sided pyramid tip forged from stainless steel is meticulously crafted and sinister, and it will form a diamond-shaped cavity that is very difficult to heal when it is stuck in the flesh. After the surface is deliberately matte, it looks no more eye-catching than the inferior goods used by the country militia.

Doing so will definitely not be liked by the sons and daughters, because they will not be in the limelight when hunting. But the real experts know that biting dogs don't bother to bark. It is this kind of inconspicuous and unglamorous thing that is the most deadly thing on the battlefield.

Raising his hand to play with a flower gun, dozens of phantoms floated out in front of his eyes from a single pole, scaring Ni Gen to his face pale.

Li Cha pointed with a smile, and an innocent cockroach on the shelf was poked into a sticky pulp, but the sharp edge did not hurt the wood behind it.

This move was so flamboyant that it was almost a show off, and the barbarian warrior clapped his hands together with the passers-by who watched the fun.

Putting away the spear in his hand, Li Cha felt that the counterweight was very appropriate.

Ordinary people may think that as long as it is hard and sharp, it is a good weapon, but a small bully like him in the martial arts arena is not so naive. Fit, weight, counterweight, and design all have to be twisted together, and any flaws can only be regarded as a waste of money.

This steel gun is certainly not as good as a tailor-made high-end product as a whole, but it is so good that he was a little surprised.

"As expected of a dwarf."

Richard did not hesitate to praise him, "Dwarf weapons were rarely seen in the southern provinces before, and I thought human blacksmiths were not bad. Now I have to say, in terms of handling metal, blacksmiths of other races are really better than others." Not the natural spirituality of a dwarf."

Negan was leaning over the counter to fiddle with the calculations, and the dwarf was in a good mood when the yellow gold coins entered the account. Hearing these words, he suddenly dropped the gold coin and raised his head to stare at Li Cha.

"Naturally spiritual? Ha, we dwarves... Forget it, forget it, what do you know?" Negan waved his hand in a disinterested manner, sighed, and walked out of the counter.

"Closed."

The servants and blacksmiths began to drive people out without saying a word, and the customers who hadn't finished buying protested loudly, but after all, they couldn't stop the strength of the dwarves and bison, and they were all kicked out.

Li Cha and a group of savages stood outside the door, looking at each other, very puzzled.

Could it be that this gnome used to have a dwarf who loved blacksmithing badly?

The guests who were kicked out were resentful towards Li Cha, who had annoyed Negan. According to the past rules, such a thing would be a fat beating. They gathered together with unkind faces, looked at the size of the barbarians... for some reason, they suddenly calmed down a lot.

Forget it, come back tomorrow.

...

Li Cha led a group of savages and returned to the store where he bought luggage.

The scheduled goods are filled with six carriages, and the driver and guards must be provided before they can set off. He inquired with the businessman and said that it was due to the shortage of manpower, so he had to wait patiently for a while.

Gunther, with a bruised nose and a swollen face, sat down on the car and couldn't stop complaining: "I'm talking about the boss, my whole body hurts like hell. You're too dark to attack."

"That's right, boss." The other savages immediately began to chime in, "It's almost enough to beat Gunther up, and it's really too long to beat Gunther."

"Okay, okay, shut up, you guys." Li Cha took out two apples from the sack next to him, and threw one at Gunther's head forcefully, "I'm afraid you won't accept it and want to show off, what's the matter, huh?"

"We highlanders have always been in charge of whoever has the biggest fist. There is nothing to be dissatisfied with." Gunther saw that the pain all over his body healed immediately, and he stretched out his hand to catch the killer apple easily. In two or three bites, only one core remained, and he threw it on the road.

Li Cha saw how delicious this product was, and thought it tasted good. He took a big bite and almost lost his eyebrows.

He was free anyway, so he took out a knight novel from his pocket and read it. The title of the book is "Abin the Knight", and it has become extremely popular among the Pompeii folk in recent years.

"Although Abin's martial arts are not good..."

Li Cha quickly immersed himself in the quiet reading, wandering alone in the ocean of knowledge, and gradually became fascinated by it.

"Boss~boss!" Gunther yelled several times without any response, and he became more and more admirable for his lord, a literate and enthusiastic reader.

"Ahem, what's the matter?" Li Cha wiped his saliva, rolled up the book and stuffed it into his pocket.

"Someone is looking for it."

Glancing around, a particularly short figure was standing not far away, looking straight at Li Cha.

"Negan, are you looking for me?" He remembered that the dwarf weapon dealer tried to cheat him out of money.

The surrounding barbarians and warriors opened up a way to let him in. Against the background of the tall barbarians, the already short dwarf looked even smaller.

"Yes." Nigan was holding a long sword in his arms. Due to height restrictions, he could only hold one end and let the other drag on the ground.

"Is there something wrong?"

"I've thought about it for a long time, and I feel that it's a crime for such a good sword to be buried in a blacksmith's shop. It has a place to go." Nigan caressed the hilt of the sword, and finally handed it to Richard with great reluctance.

Under the dim yellow setting sun, the dwarf businessman seemed a little lonely on his face.

"Give it to me?" Holding the scabbard, he unsheathed half of it familiarly, and the slightly purple reflection was indeed his "Dragon Slaying".

"It's at least a few hundred gold coins, are you sure?" Li Cha usually likes to take advantage of small advantages, but when he really has advantages to take advantage of, he often starts to worry about being morally untenable.

In his hometown where he can never go back, this kind of behavior is very contemptible, and it is called wanting to be a bitch and setting up a memorial archway.

"You have to pay back the money, and if you still can't pay, you can send the sword back."

The dwarf unhappily produced a thin brass pipe and lit a bag of tobacco.

Will regret burying a good sword, this behavior is more like the style of dwarf blacksmiths, who sometimes would rather lose money than get a good weapon into the right hands. Because the blacksmiths will believe that the works that have been poured into them are alive.

Although the dwarves are close relatives of the dwarves, they have always been known as philistines, shrewd, and tenacious, and they naturally regard gold as their life. In their eyes, being unable to pay means being worthless, and it doesn't matter whether the sword is worthy of a hero or not.

"I once dreamed of becoming the greatest blacksmith in Ironforge, once, but in the end I just stopped being an apprentice." Negan spread his hands and sighed helplessly, "The dwarf's strength is not enough."

"Understood, I used to plan my life as a geometer." Li Cha bent his arms and looked at his well-developed biceps with a complicated expression.

The two shared a bag of tobacco leaves in silence, nodded their heads, and parted.