Ride and Cut

　　 "Doogen, take another fifty nine leather armors for this gentleman." Seeing that he couldn't be blindfolded, Negan's expression immediately collapsed, and his tone became weak.

　　 "Then add twenty sabers? I am very familiar with Lord Sauron from the Augustus house." Richard began to slap his nose on his face, habitually knocking on a bamboo stick.

　　 Nigan hugged his arms without saying a word, sneered and gave him a pair of eyes.

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

　　 The dwarf blacksmiths chanted, and together they carried out a few heavy wooden crates. After removing the pin with a crowbar and opening the lid, the weapons buried in the straw were exposed.

　　 "Huh." Richard raised his foot and hooked up a spear, which he held in his hand and looked at it carefully.

　　Dwarf blacksmiths are experts in crafting weapons. Even this not-so-precious mid-range product has put a lot of thought into it, and you can feel it when you get started.

　　 The spear and the spear use the same spear head, but the size is slightly different. The four-sided pyramid tip made of stainless steel is meticulous in workmanship and insidious intent, and it will form a diamond-shaped cavity that is very difficult to heal when stuck on the body. After the surface is deliberately matte, it does not look more eye-catching than the inferior goods used by the country militia.

　　 This is definitely not liked by the brothers, because you can't show the limelight when hunting. But true experts know that dogs that bite people disdain to bark. It's this kind of inconspicuous and gorgeous thing that is the most terrible on the battlefield.

　　 Raised his hand and played with a flower gun, a single rod floated in front of his eyes dozens of phantoms, making Negan pale with fright.

　　 Richard smiled and pointed, an innocent cockroach on the shelf was poked into slurry, but the sharp edges did not hurt the wood behind.

　　 This hand is so fancy that it is almost showy, and the barbarian samurai and the passersby watching the lively passers-by clapped and applauded.

　　 Putting away the spear in his hand, Richard felt that the counterweight was appropriate.

　　 The common people may think that as long as it is hard and sharp, it is a good weapon. He is not so naive as a battlefield bully. Combination, weight, weight, and design all have to be twisted together. Any flaws can only be regarded as a share of goods.

　　This steel gun is of course not as good as a tailor-made high-end product, but it is so good that it surprised him a bit.

　　 "It's worthy of being a dwarf."

Richard did not hesitate to appreciate his praise, "In the past, dwarven weapons were rarely seen in the southern provinces. I thought that human blacksmiths were not bad. Now I have to say that in dealing with metals, blacksmiths of other races are really better than those of other races. Not the natural spirituality of dwarves."

　　 Nigan was lying on the counter and fiddled with it. Huang Chengcheng's gold coins were put into the account to make the dwarf feel good. Hearing this, he suddenly dropped the gold coin and looked up at Richard.

　　 "Innate spirituality? Ha, we dwarf...Forget it, forget it, what do you know." Negan waved his hand with interest, sighed, and walked out of the counter.

　　 "Closing business."

　　 The servants and blacksmiths started to drive people out without saying a word. The customers who hadn't finished the purchase loudly protested, but after all, they couldn't stop the power of the dwarf bison, and they were all bombed out.

　　 Richard and a group of barbarians stood outside the door and looked at each other, all puzzled.

　　 Could it be that this dwarf used to have a dwarf who loved to have poor ironing skills?

　　 The guests who were kicked out were resentful of Richard who had annoyed Negan. According to the old rules, this kind of thing was a fat beating. They gathered together with ill-faced faces and looked at the size of the barbarians... somehow they suddenly calmed down a lot.

　　 Forget it, come back tomorrow.

　　...

　　 Richard took a group of barbarians and returned to the shop where he had bought his luggage.

　　 The scheduled cargo is full of six carriages, and it is necessary to have a coachman and an **** to set off. He inquired with the businessman and said that the manpower was so tight that he had to wait patiently for a while.

　　 Gunther, with a blue nose and a swollen nose, sat in the car and couldn't stop complaining: "I said the boss, I'm hurting all over my body now. Your hands are too dark."

　　 "Yeah." The other barbarians immediately began to rush to help. "It's almost enough to beat Gunther. It's really a bit of a fight after a long time."

　　 "It's alright, shut up you guys." Richard took out two apples from the sack next to him, and threw one at Gunther's head, "I'm afraid you don't accept that you want to get rid of him, what's the matter, huh?"

　　 "Our highlanders are always the ones who have the big fists and who are the leaders. What do you disagree." Gunther healed immediately when he saw the pain he was eating, and he stretched out his hand to easily catch the killing apple. Three or two bites so that there is only one nucleus left, and threw it on the road.

　　 Li Cha saw that this food tasted so good, he thought it tasted good. He took a big bite and almost got his eyebrows sour.

　　 Anyway, he was idle, he took out a knight novel from his pocket and read it. The title of the book is "Knight Abing", and it has become a mess among the people of Pompeii in recent years.

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

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

　　 "Boss~ Boss!" Gunther called several times without responding, and he became more and more admired for his own lord, who is literate, hyphenated and keen to read.

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

　　 "Someone is looking for it."

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

　　 "Negan, come to me?" He remembered this dwarf weapon merchant, trying to cheat him out of money.

　　The surrounding barbarian warriors spread out and let him in. With the tall barbarians, the dwarf who was already short looked particularly short.

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

　　 "Something?"

"I thought about it for a long time. UU reading www.uukanshu.com felt that it was a crime to bury such a good sword in the blacksmith's shop. It has a place where it should go." Negan rubbed the hilt with care, but in the end he was still very unwilling. Handed it to Richard.

　　 Under the faint yellow sunset, the dwarf businessman seemed to be somewhat lonely on his face.

　　 "Give it to me?" Holding the scabbard, half of it out of the sheath familiarly, with a slightly purple reflection, it was indeed his own "Slashing Dragon".

　　 "This is at least a few hundred gold coins, are you sure?" Richard usually likes to take advantage of small gains, but when there is a real advantage, he often starts to worry about morally untenable.

　　 In his hometown where he can never go back, this behavior is very disgusting.

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

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

　　 would regret to bury a good sword. This behavior is more like a dwarf blacksmith. Sometimes they would rather lose money to send a good weapon to the right person. Because blacksmiths will believe that all works that have been devoted to them are alive.

　　Although dwarves are close relatives of dwarves, they have always been known for being marketable, shrewd, and unrefined. They naturally regard gold as their life. In their eyes, not being able to pay means nothing, and it doesn't matter whether a sword is worthy of a hero.

　　 "I used to dream of becoming the greatest blacksmith in Ironforge. I used to be, but in the end, I was no more than an apprentice." Negan spread his hands and sighed helplessly, "The dwarf doesn't have enough strength."

　　 "I understand, I used to be a geometric scholar for my life plan." Richard bent his arm and looked at his developed biceps with a complex expression.

　　 The two shared a bag of tobacco leaves in silence, and they nodded their heads to make a difference.