"Doggett, get this gentleman another 50 pieces of No. 9 leather armor." seeing that he couldn\'t hide, Nigan\'s expression immediately collapsed and his tone became weak.

"Then add twenty more swords? I\'m familiar with Sir Sauron of the Augustus family." Richard began to push his nose and face and habitually beat a bamboo stick.

Negan held his arm and said nothing, sneering and giving him a pair of white eyes.

The dwarf\'s eyes are big and godless, much like the eyes of a dead fish. This white eye is really solid.

The dwarf blacksmiths shouted and carried out several heavy wooden crates together. Pick up the pin with a crowbar and open the cover to expose the weapons buried in the straw.

"Ho." Richard raised his foot, picked up a long gun, took it in his hand and looked at it carefully.

Dwarf blacksmiths are experts in making weapons. Even if this is not a particularly precious medium-grade product, they have put a lot of thought into it. They can feel it when they start.

The spear and the spear use the same head, but there is a slight difference in size. The quadrangular pyramid tip forged from refined steel is delicate and insidious. It will form a diamond hole that is very difficult to heal when it is pierced into the body. After the surface is deliberately frosted and matted, it doesn\'t look more eye-catching than the inferior goods used by the rural militia.

I\'m sure you don\'t like this, because you can\'t be in the limelight when hunting. But real experts know that biting dogs disdain barking. It\'s this kind of thing that looks insignificant and gorgeous. It\'s the most deadly thing on the battlefield.

He raised his hand and played with a flower gun. A single pole scattered dozens of virtual shadows in front of him, which made Nigan pale.

Richard pointed with a smile. An innocent cockroach on the shelf was stabbed into sticky pulp, but the sharp edges did not hurt the wood behind.

This skill was so showy that the barbarian warrior and the passers-by clapped their hands and cheered.

Put away the long gun in his hand, Richard thought the counterweight was very suitable.

Ordinary people in the market may think that as long as it is hard and sharp, it is a good weapon. He is not so naive as a bully in the competition field. Hand fit, weight, counterweight and design have to be screwed into one strand. Any defect can only be regarded as ground sharing.

On the whole, this steel gun is certainly not as good as tailor-made high-grade goods, but it\'s also a little unexpected for him

"Worthy of dwarf goods."

Richard didn\'t spare his appreciation. "In the past, dwarf weapons were rarely seen in southern provinces, and I thought human blacksmiths were not bad. Now I have to say that blacksmiths of other races can\'t compare with the natural intelligence of dwarves in dealing with metal."

Nigan was lying on the counter fiddling with arithmetic chips. The entry of yellow gold coins made the dwarf feel good. Hearing these words, he suddenly dropped the gold coins and half looked up and stared at Richard.

"Natural intelligence? Ha, we dwarfs... Forget it, forget it, what do you know." Nigan waved with interest, sighed and walked out of the counter.

"Close down."

Without a word, the servants and blacksmiths began to drive people out. The guests who had not finished buying protested loudly, but they couldn\'t stop the power of dwarves and bison, and they were all blown out.

Richard stood outside the door with a group of barbarians, looked at each other, and they were very confused.

Did this dwarf have a dwarf\'s favorite iron making skill before?

The expelled guests were angry with Richard who annoyed Nigan. According to the past rules, this kind of thing was a fat beating. They gathered together and looked at the size of the barbarians... Somehow their mood suddenly calmed down a lot.

Forget it, just come back tomorrow.

……

Richard took a group of barbarians back to the shop where he had bought the supplies.

The goods ordered were full of six carriages, and the coachman and escort were needed before we could start. He inquired with the merchant and said that the shortage of hands made him wait patiently for a while.

Gunther, with a black nose and a swollen face, sat down in the car and couldn\'t stop complaining: "I said, boss, I\'m in pain all over now. Your hand is too black."

"Yes, boss." the other barbarians immediately began to help, "beating Gunther is almost enough. It\'s really a little too long."

"All right, all right, shut up," Richard took two apples from the sack next to him and threw one at Gunther\'s head, "I\'m afraid you won\'t accept it and want to threaten him, what\'s the matter, huh?"

"We highlanders always have big fists, who is in charge." Gunther saw that he was full of pain and healed immediately, and stretched out his hand to easily catch the killing apple. Three or two bites left only a core and threw it on the road.

Richard thought it tasted delicious. He took a big bite and almost lost his eyebrows.

He took a knight novel out of his pocket and began to read it. The book is called Knight abin, which has become very popular among Pompeii people in recent years.

"Although abin\'s martial arts are poor..."

Richard soon immersed himself in quiet reading, roamed alone in the ocean of knowledge, and gradually became fascinated.

"Boss ~ boss!" Gunther shouted several times, but he didn\'t respond. He became more and more admired his Lord, a literate and keen reader.

"Cough, what?" Richard wiped his saliva and stuffed the book into his pocket.

"Someone is looking for it."

Glancing around, a particularly short figure was standing not far away, looking at Richard.

"Nigan, come to me?" he remembered the dwarf weapon dealer\'s attempt to pit him for money.

The surrounding barbarian warriors scattered a way to let him in. Against the background of the tall barbarians, the already short dwarf looked particularly short.

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

"What\'s up?"

"After thinking for a long time, I felt that it was a crime to bury this kind of good sword in the blacksmith\'s shop. It had its place to go." Nigan caressed the handle of the sword and finally handed it to Richard with great reluctance.

Under the dim yellow sunset, the dwarf businessman seemed lonely on his face.

"Give it to me?" holding the scabbard, he skillfully took out half of the scabbard. The slightly purple reflection is really his own "chopping dragon".

"It\'s at least hundreds of gold coins, are you sure?" Richard usually likes to take advantage of small advantages, but when there is a real advantage, he often starts to worry about being morally untenable.

In his hometown where he will never go back, this behavior is very despised. It is called that he wants to be a bitch and set up a memorial archway.

"You have to pay back the money. If you don\'t, send the sword back."

The dwarf took out a small brass cigarette rod and lit a bag of tobacco leaves.

Will regret to bury a good sword, which is more like the style of dwarf blacksmiths. Sometimes they would rather lose money than send good weapons to the right people. Because blacksmiths will believe that the works that have devoted their efforts are alive.

Although dwarfs are close relatives of dwarves, they are always famous for being Philistine, shrewd and stingy. They naturally regard gold as their life. In their eyes, if they can\'t afford money, it means nothing. It doesn\'t matter whether the sword is worthy of a hero or not.

"I once dreamed of becoming the greatest blacksmith in Ironforge, but in the end, I just stopped at an apprentice." Nigan spread his hands and sighed helplessly, "the dwarf doesn\'t have enough strength."

"Yes, I used to be a geometer in my life planning." Richard bent his arm and looked at his developed biceps with a complex expression.

The two men shared a bag of tobacco leaves in silence, nodded and said goodbye.