"So, you plan to forge new armor?" In the captain's room, Feiya couldn't help laughing when she heard the reason why Aranza came to see her. She was sitting by the window drinking morning tea, with her proud breasts looking out from the window.
The incoming morning light shines extremely brightly.
Aranza nodded, her eyes not lingering on the shining place, and said: "There should be a blacksmith on the ship, right?"
Feiya deliberately put on a distressed look and said: "Yes, yes, he is a senior blacksmith employed by our Tulip family. He lives on this ship and is the caretaker of this ship. He often collects materials with the fleet.
...Many characters in the family have their equipment made by him...but the old guy's temper...I mean...if you want to ask him to make equipment, it depends on his mood..."
Aranza said indifferently: "Well, where is he?"
Feiya had a smile on her face, pointed down with her delicate hand, and said: "At the very bottom of the ship, behind the ballista room, there is a ladder going down. Entering there is where the old guy lives."
Aranza was slightly stunned. Although he didn't understand the structure of the ship, further down from the ballista room was the location of the keel of the Pearl... There were actually people living in such a place.
Although it felt strange, Aranza still thanked Fia, turned around and left the captain's cabin, heading towards the place she pointed. Cyril had been waiting for him at the door of the captain's cabin, and it had become her habit to follow Aranza. The two walked through
Passing through the long deck and simple stairs, I didn't meet many familiar people along the way. Most of them were busy crew members and chatting mercenaries. The two dragonborns Zate and Crete were not seen, and Aranza was not seen.
Don't think it's strange, the Black Pearl is very big, so big that his soul can only sense about one-sixth of the ship.
In the blink of an eye, the two entered the ballista room. The ballista room was actually a war room, divided into three floors. There were at least ten ballista launchers on the ship wall on each floor. The top floor also contained the Black Pearl's famous
The two magic cannons. Aranza and Cyril are currently located on the bottom floor of the ballista room. The structure of this floor is different from the upper two floors, because this floor is mostly submerged under water.
The windows are sealed with thickened high-grade glass. The so-called high-grade glass is actually a material extracted from the empty shell of a special magic stone. It is very strong, but also very rare.
Through the glass on both sides, you can see the scenery of the seabed, the occasional small fish crossing the bottom of the boat, etc. Of course, the most important part is that the existence of this layer can also try to avoid some reefs. Some of the ballistas used for combat are passed through
The special component is locked outside the ship and cannot move or turn, but the unexpected attack effect it creates is still very useful.
"Well, there are really people down there." As soon as they entered the place, Aranza sensed something and smiled at Cyril. The two of them walked directly to the back of the ballista room, and sure enough they found an inconspicuous passage in the corner.
, the crew members who stayed here seemed to know this place, and when they saw Aranza and Cyril walking in, they all looked surprised.
There are still people looking for that strange old man under the boat?
As soon as she entered the bottom of the boat, although she was prepared, Aranza was still so frightened that she broke into a cold sweat!
Under his feet was an extremely thick piece of wood. The diameter of this piece of wood was about one and a half meters. The place they stepped on was flat, but outside of this piece of wood, there were thick pieces of wood that were pieced together.
——Aranza immediately understood that the place they stepped on was the keel of the Pearl!
He could even feel the rush of water rushing through the bottom of the boat!
Aranza laughed dryly and looked forward. It didn't matter if he didn't look at it. But when he looked at it, his heart almost jumped out of his chest. Not far in front of him, there was a boiling furnace!
Someone actually put a stove on the keel of a big ship!
Aranza swallowed a gulp of saliva and thought to herself, I wonder if Marquis Margobi Malle and Fia knew about this. If they didn't know, he might have suggested that they transfer to the Marquis's food supply ship...
"who?!"
At this time, a rough question sounded from behind the stove. Then there was the sound of the tower's wooden bars stepping on...the keel. The next moment, this voice had turned around the stove and appeared in front of Aranza and Cyril.
This was a poor-looking old man. He had broken his right foot and used a slender wooden bar to replace the part of his right foot from the knee down. This was the source of the clicking sound just now. He was wearing a suit
The tattered canvas cover. There was not even a strand of hair on his head, and there was an oily shine. The oily shine spread all the way to his wrinkled face and a somewhat red nose. Under the nose were two upward curved beards.
He held a pipe in his mouth, and several yellowed teeth could be seen from the root of the pipe.
The old man seemed unhappy that someone was disturbing him. He pointed at Aranza and cursed: "Who are you?! You are disturbing me at this time...Don't you know that I am playing cannon...forging iron?!"
Hearing this, black lines immediately appeared on Aranza's face. Maybe he heard it wrong... The old man just said "beating"... Aranza pretended to cough, but her eyes pretended to casually glance at the old man's trousers... But it was
A bit...Fortunately, Cyril's soul point didn't show any strange emotions...
He suddenly didn't want to ask this weirdo to make equipment for him, but after all, he had already come this far, and Aranza still had to speak. Besides, there was no other blacksmith on the ship.
Aranza calmed down her mood, tried her best to maintain etiquette, and said: "Old sir, I'm here to ask you to make equipment."
However, the old man waved his hand rudely and said, "Get out! You make me very unhappy! I won't make equipment for you!"
At this time, Cyril did take a step forward, and his fingers reached for the dagger at his waist. Obviously, for Cyril, since he could not be persuaded, he would use force to threaten him.
The old man didn't understand Cyril's movements, or in other words, his thoughts were completely in the wrong direction. When he saw Cyril's movements, the old man immediately yelled: "Boy! Don't think that if you give me a woman, I will make equipment for you... Even if you give me a woman, I will make equipment for you..."
This woman has a good figure and amazingly white skin... Wait! Oh, no! This is simply a masterpiece of the Supreme God... Oh, no! I will not make equipment for a woman to be paid... Damn it! Boy!
You actually used women to seduce me while I was having sex... while I was forging iron!"
At this moment, Aranza's depression can no longer be described in words...
He smiled awkwardly, stretched out his hand to pull Cyril behind his back, walked to a place not far from the old man, and explained: "Maybe you misunderstood... I did not say that I would use women as payment..."
Hearing this, the old man stared, and his two beards straightened miraculously, making Aranza confused. The old man said: "Not a woman?! Then what do you give me as a reward?!"
Aranza laughed awkwardly again, took out the design of the Silence Suit from her arms, handed it to the old man, and said: "You take a look at the design first, I think you will be interested in it... As for the remuneration, the two of us will
How about we talk...?"
The old man's beard curled up under his nose, and he cursed: "Design?! I still use design drawings to make equipment?! What a joke!"
Even so, he still stretched out his big, dirty hand, took the design in Aranza's hand, and put it in front of him for a look. At this glance, Aranza sensed that the old man's mood was changing rapidly. This picture
The design didn't seem to be as simple as Aranza thought. Sure enough, after a moment, the old man's voice showed a little wilting, and he sighed: "This is...silence..."