goddess of revolution

Chapter 185 The Halfling of Redstone
In the cave of the bedroom and warehouse, the goods occupy all the space within reach from the ceiling to the floor to the walls.The halfling Boldi looked at it for a moment, giving up the idea of ​​moving things to make room.

The outermost piles are ordinary crossbow arrows, feather arrows, bow strings, crossbow strings and various parts. In his adventurer grocery store, these things are the most sold, and they must be placed in a convenient place.

A few wooden shelves took up half the area of ​​the cave, and they were filled with holy water and potions, which could not be moved casually, and a bottle was worth several silver pennies.

Next to the bed are swords and armor with rudimentary enchantments, most of which are only rudimentary sharpness and hardening.Stone Lizard Mountain is neither an important traffic route, nor any relics. Except for some monsters, there are only dark red mountains.It is enough for local hunters and adventurers who specialize in hunting for monsters such as iron-eating worms, magic eye butterflies, and petrified lizards.

The other side of the cave is full of bottles and jars, all of which are magic and alchemy materials taken from the monsters.It looked like a dump, but Bordi knew exactly what each jar contained.If he messes up one, he catches them all blind.

The head of the bed is full of goods that can't be classified in detail, like the material cans, and Bouldi doesn't want to have to count them all over again.Not an easy task for a 120-year-old halfling.

Originally, he had a helper. 70 years ago, he exchanged materials with a wild mage for a magic puppet, but it was a pity that it was scrapped after only 50 years.Compared with humans, halflings have twice the lifespan, which is sometimes a painful torment.

In the life that is so long and numb, occasionally a little spark bursts out.

Bouldi finally chose to spread the scroll in his hand on the bed, and when it was opened, it covered the entire bed with an area of ​​one meter long and half a meter wide.

The outer layer of the scroll is leather, and a layer of slightly yellowed paper is pasted inside.

It looks like paper at a rough glance, but it doesn't look like paper at a closer look. It's fluffy. According to people from the Stone Lizard City Adventurer's Guild, it's demonized spider silk paper.

Bouldi pressed a button on the top of one side of the spool, and the fluffy spider silk paper lit up, revealing a sketch that looked like a wanted warrant.At the center of a magic circle is a woman.There is a line of words on the outer circle of the magic circle: "Rowenna Magic Workshop, magic makes vision fly".

He took out a piece of crystal from the interspatial ring, the size of a palm, if it was a human being, it would be two fingers long and wide.

Inserting the crystal into the barrel of the scroll, Bordi cast a clairvoyance spell.As the first-level priest of Sigma, the god of knowledge, this is the only magic he knows.Most of the time, he relied on the innate skills of the redstone halfling and the eloquence he developed as an apprentice in the Temple of Commerce to make a living.

The screen moved, and a shield surrounded by stars appeared. In the middle was a roaring dragon's head, spewing out orange-red flames. Below it were the words "Otini Films".

The demonized spider silk paper is not smooth, and Bouldi is too close, the image looks like tiny light particles put together, but it is clearer and brighter than those air illusions.

A red-haired girl in a white dress appeared, and the light and shadow changed, projecting on his face, making him dull like a sculpture, but his eyes were bright like fluorite lamps at night.

When the red-haired girl turned around and revealed a face as beautiful as a goddess, Bordie muttered, "Princess Freya...is so beautiful..."

Then he found that there was a cloudy mucus on the girl's face.

"Damn it! That's nine golden bushels!"

He backed away in fright to avoid dripping more saliva on the screen.

Get a handkerchief and wipe the screen carefully.Fortunately, as the receptionist of the Adventurer's Guild said, the spider silk paper does not get wet and leaves no marks.

Putting it on the bed is not enough. Bouldi is thinking about changing places, and the footsteps are from far to near.

The four of them walked very quickly, and the time from when the heels fell to when the soles of the feet touched the ground was about the same as myself.

It's those boys, they should be dismissed quickly...

Bouldi walked out directly, not willing to turn off the illusion scroll.If you need to use magic skills, although he is a first-level professional, he is old and frail, and he can't release a few in a day, so he has to save it.

Outside the cave was a building made of wooden frames, with a signboard of "Bordi's Grocery Store" hanging on it. Four halflings chattered and happily entered the store.

"Oh, Frodo, Peake, Gomis, Sam..."

The old halfling greeted warmly: "You have finally come out of the mountain, there are not one less, that's great, I've been worried about you all the time."

The four halflings were tall and straight, with smooth cheeks and fluffy bare feet, showing off the youthful vigor of the halflings.

The curly-haired halfling said, "Old Bordie, what you're worried about is that we won't get anything."

He threw his backpack to the ground and called out to his companion: "Let him see our harvest. We have to evacuate old Bouldi's shop today."

The halfling with a big and pointed nose looked very eager: "Bordi, you didn't sell that storm crossbow to anyone else, did you?"

The shortest and fattest of the four said, "Grandpa Boldy, do you still have the angel's feathers, the pair of rapiers that Frodo was looking for?"

The handsome young man next to him said, "That's too expensive, let's talk about it later."

The fat man patted his backpack: "If you don't have enough gold bushels, add mine. Anyway, I don't want anything."

Seeing things being put on the counter, the old halfling narrowed his eyes.

"You really have a good harvest. The petrified lizard's eyeballs, liver, heart, back skin, iron-eating worm tooth ring, magic eye butterfly larva... Sigma is on top, the shadow mantis' wings! It's still level three!"

The old halfling gasped: "You guys are still alive!"

Curly raised his chin: "My sharpness!"

The pointed nose patted the chest: "My agility!"

"Still the same, you..."

The old halfling pointed to the curly hair and said, "Gomis found this guy."

Pointing to the pointed nose again, he said, "Pike stabbed me fatally."

He pointed to the handsome boy and the fat man again: "Frodo was the bait, and Sam protected Frodo."

"I didn't do anything either," the handsome young man said shyly.

"In short, you have been blessed by the goddess of luck. It seems that your dreams are going to come true." The old halfling smiled, and then pressed his hands down: "Don't worry, the storm crossbow and the angel's feather are here. There are these materials , you can buy anything in the store.”

He continued: "However, are you sure that you really want to buy a magic crossbow that can only be shot a dozen times a day, and a rapier that is only the size of a toothpick compared to an ogre's stick?"

Under the puzzled eyes of the four halflings, Bouldi took out a strange weapon from under the counter.

Like a magic crossbow without a bow, the round iron pipe in the front half was glowing black and shiny, and what should be the crossbow stock in the second half was replaced with a light iron bar.

A straight, long small box is inserted under the iron pipe, and there is a handle behind it. There is an area on it that seems to be inlaid with countless fine diamonds, which is crystal clear and misty.

"Gomis, the second-level storm crossbow you want costs 120 gold bushes, this..."

The old halfling held this strange weapon in one hand, and made a shooting posture: "Fini magic gun, level three! The latest product of the Storm Island magic workshop, only fifty gold bushels!"

"Magic gun! We've seen this before!"

Pointy-nosed Pique shouted: "The team of adventurers we met in the mountains used this to shoot a nest of berserk lizards to death from a distance!"

The fat man nodded: "Yeah, they shot like crossbow arrows without money. They scared us."

"It's you and Frodo who are terrified. We just avoided them because we didn't want to get into unnecessary trouble." Curly-haired Gomis snatched the gun from the old halfling, and said excitedly, "I've looked at it carefully. They know how to use their shooting movements! There must be bullets in it, I'll go out and try!"

Gomis went out with a gun, and Pique asked eagerly, "Is there any more? If fifty gold bushels, we should have enough materials to buy four of them, right?"

"It's four branches." The old halfling pretended to be uncertain and said, "Whether you can buy it or not will only be known after calculation."

The handsome young man Frodo asked: "Grandpa Bouldi, with this, will magic crossbows and other weapons be useless?"

"How can it be? The magic gun is only available at level [-] now, what should professionals above the hero use?" The old halfling said: "But with this thing, even a level [-] hero can no longer use it like before. That way, no matter how many strong people you face, you won’t be afraid.”

"Really? That's great." Fatty seemed to have heard the great news: "That is to say, we don't have to be so afraid when we encounter villains at the hero level in the future?"

"Level [-] heroes are also afraid of such weapons?"

Frodo stroked the magic spear that the old halfling took out again, and said with emotion: "It's completely different from before."

"Yes, the Star of Dawn has risen," the old halfling said with emotion, "The times have changed."

There was the sound of clanging magic guns firing outside, as well as Gomis' cheers.

Peake said longingly: "That's great, with the magic gun, we can fight stronger monsters in the future."

"Do you still want to be a hunter?"

The old halfling sighed: "You young people, you just don't know the heights of the sky and the depths of the earth. Listen to old Bordie's words, it's time to think about living a quieter life, and even getting married."

"A quiet day? That's so boring," Pique disagreed.

Frodo was a little dazed: "I also thought about it. If I don't want to be a hunter, but rely on these golden bushels, how will I live in the future? We still have to live for more than 100 years. As for marriage, the girls we meet only like to have A great man with many adventures..."

"Frodo, there are many girls who like you," said fat Sam. "There are many ways to live without taking risks. Your family still has a nice field, and I can help you plant it."

"You two just have no ambition," Peake said disdainfully: "We are the only hunters in the village, with such abilities, why should we live like those ordinary people? Just eat your stomach."

Sam scratched his head: "But..."

The old halfling shook his head: "Pike, adventurers earn more money, but adventurers face much greater dangers than ordinary people. Your mentor is a third-level ranger, so he is very strong. What happened?"

Frodo's face became gloomy: "The mentor didn't escape the petrified ray of the violent lizard because he drank too much wine. We are also in danger this time. Sam almost died."

"Isn't it good?"

Pique said so, but there was still a trace of fear on his face.

The old halfling took out a few pieces of paper from his pocket: "I haven't had time to post them yet, but among the locals nearby, you are the only ones who are professionals, so there's no need to post them, just tell you."

He unfolded a piece of paper, and it was a notice: "You should also know that the magicians of the Storm Islands have returned to the mainland. They have opened many magic workshops and recruited various professions as apprentices. At the apprentice level, every month At least three silver pennies, including room and board."

"Three pennies in silver?"

Pique said contemptuously, "What can you do with this little money?"

"If you don't waste money, it's already very good, and there is no money for food and lodging. The cobbler in the village only earns three or four gold bushels a year." Sam picked up the notice and read it carefully.

"Apprentice to a magician? It is said that they are all bad people who treat apprentices as test subjects." Frodo snatched the notice from Sam's hand and said seriously: "You are not allowed to go!"

"It's all for kidding. Do you still believe that the magic guns are made by these workshops?" The old halfling unfolded another notice: "There are also immigrants who are recruited, regardless of race, as long as they can speak the common language, the trainee level houses and fields, and there are many job opportunities.”

Sam took it again. He couldn't read much, and he was struggling to read "Ha~Delang~Kingdom~Pryl~County."

Pique snorted coldly: "Aristocrat? Is he the kind of city lord? Those are all bad guys!"

Frodo also nodded in agreement, and added: "The Kingdom of Hadron, I heard from my mentor, seems to be very remote, poorer than our Redstone United Principality."

"In short, it's time for you to think about the future," the old halfling said earnestly, "God Tesolos said that misfortune always follows luck. If you continue to take risks, it's hard to say what you will encounter next time."

The three halfling youths were silent. Tesolos was the patron saint of the halfling race. Although he had fallen, his warnings were still like divine laws, deeply affecting all halflings.

(End of this chapter)