The old man looked at the young man and woman in front of him. He did not ignore the leather armors worn by the two people and the weapons placed at hand. However, he did not have the slightest expression of fear. Instead, he had a curious look on his face as he looked at the items on David's hand.
A strange war hammer.
"My name is Pierre Newton." Pierre Newton sat down by the fire very familiarly and put the long stick in his hand aside.
David noticed that when the old man let go, the light at the top of the long stick slowly went out, and the surrounding area dimmed a lot, leaving only the light from the bonfire.
"David."
Sharon still did not relax her vigilance, but the other party sat down and put down his long stick. She also stopped reaching for the lance, but held on to the shield beside her with her left hand so that she could make defensive actions in time.
Seeing Pierre Newton looking at her, Sharon smiled and said her name: "Sharon."
Until the other party shows clear hostility, both Sharon and David will remain appropriately wary and will not directly regard them as bad people.
Even though it was already dark and the climate was quite cold, an old man wandering alone on the road in the wilderness seemed suspicious...
"Haha, you two young people don't need to be so nervous. I'm just an ordinary old man."
"Ordinary old people wouldn't wander around in this kind of environment at this time." David knew that he couldn't have a good rest today, so he simply boiled hot water and prepared some tea: "Besides, that long stick you have on hand
The portion is not light.”
Although the three people were still facing each other, the tense atmosphere had dissipated a lot. David even put the Judgment Hammer next to him instead of holding it in his hand.
More importantly, if this person is really an enemy, keeping him with him will make him feel more at ease than letting him run away to Winter Village.
"This time I came to the Tilan Kingdom in the north of the mainland. I have traveled to many places, but this is the first time I have seen this kind of strange material, so I came to disturb you two." Newton said the reason for his visit in one breath.
He came out and wanted to avoid a bigger misunderstanding: "So, you two don't have to be so careful with me."
"Huh~ That's good." Newton took a deep breath and put on a relaxed smile again: "I'm just saying, if it was those guys, they should have taken action when they heard that I was an alchemist.
.”
"..." David didn't reply this time. He just shook his head, blew on the tea that had been brewed, and took a sip.
"This lady named Sharon is probably not a believer in the God of Magic, right?"
It's not an adjective, but a real flash of light. David's hand immediately grasped the Hammer of Judgment. If he hadn't realized that the light was not an attack spell and stopped in time, the old alchemist's head would have been destroyed.
Got hit.
"Alchemist?" Sharon had a question mark on her face. It wasn't that she didn't understand what the word meant. What she was questioning was whether this old man was the kind of alchemist she knew.
"Yes, Alchemist!" Newton misunderstood Sharon's reaction. He carefully arranged his hair, beard and collar, and then looked at David: "I have been traveling for many years.
Traveled through most countries on the continent, looking for all kinds of unknown and rare materials."
When David raised the hammer, Sharon had already grasped the shield and lance immediately, but looking at the other person's current appearance, why was he more cautious than the two of them before?
The situation on the field suddenly took a huge turn. Pierre Newton, who was still very relaxed at first, looked at the two young men carefully with a smile on his face.
"Sorry, I got this weapon by accident. I don't know what the material is?"
Newton's expression of "any price is negotiable" made David wonder if he had met a businessman?
However, his mind was clear enough, and he was not prepared to tell the alchemist named Pierre Newton that the hammer of judgment in his hand was made from crystal mines that were only produced in Winter Village.
Made of light cast iron obtained from Xerath.
After saying that, Newton glanced at the hammer in David's hand.
Sharon and David looked at each other, and both noticed that Newton seemed more wary of Sharon, until Sharon replied: "No."
"That's right, you mean..."
He suddenly realized that this alchemist, who said that he had traveled for many years and visited many countries, seemed to have what he urgently needed - intelligence information!
"Are these...two of them Templars?"
"Yes, it's that simple."
"That's right." David picked up the hammer again and tossed it twice in front of Newton: "I can lend you the hammer for research, but you need to follow me."
After David noticed the look in the eyes of the old man who claimed to be an alchemist, he understood why the old man came straight to him: this man was attracted by the materials used to make the Hammer of Judgment.
What he lacks most is his understanding of the world. He was born at the bottom of a remote area and did not have access to various information. Originally, Maloney was a good development target, but now it is difficult to count on him, and he is also
Don't dare to ask too many questions.
"Answer the question? You mean to let me serve as your personal consultant and think tank?" The old alchemist suddenly looked at David curiously: "Is it that simple?"
David felt that this kind of reply was the easiest way to send the other person away, but he didn't expect that the old alchemist opposite him was more persistent than he thought.
Not to mention that the long stick was still glowing before, coupled with the old man's confident attitude, anyone with a normal mind could tell that this man was no ordinary person.
David shook his head. He was not interested in those things, and he did not lack those ordinary objects: "I hope that you can be by my side for some time in the future and answer all kinds of questions for me."
"Oh, it's indeed a way." Newton touched his chin and seriously thought about David's suggestion: "So what about the chips? What do you want to get? Gold? Jewelry? Weapons? Armor?"
"Oh~ I've been seen out!" Old Man Newton said as if you have seen through it, so I will stop pretending and show off my cards: "Yes, I am actually an alchemist!"
The topic returned to the beginning again, as if the tense atmosphere just now had never occurred.
"I feel like I need to be more careful." David held the Hammer of Judgment. What kind of alchemist wouldn't just grab it?
Scenarios such as killing people and seizing treasures kept playing in his mind, and David began to think about whether he should strike first?
"Are you worried that I will snatch your weapon?" Newton waved his hands frantically: "I misunderstood. Just tell me what material it is made of and where to find it."
After Newton saw that the two people in front of him were not believers of the God of Magic, he resumed his previous words: "Are you willing to sell me the hammer? Believe me, I will definitely pay you a satisfactory reward."
Hearing Newton start to ask about the details of the transaction in detail, David's suspicion of this person gradually decreased: "At least a month, whether you only study it for a day or two or more than ten days."
He couldn't see clearly from far away before, but now right in front of him, David noticed that the long stick was actually made of metal. Judging from the sound the old man made when he put down the long stick, the metal long stick was solid.
"I'm not going to sell you this hammer." David thought for a while and made a suggestion: "But you just want to study the materials, you don't have to get this thing. Am I understanding you correctly?"
The old alchemist wanted to say something else, but suddenly he smelled it hard a few times, then looked at the cup in David's hand, and his eyes shone again.
"this……"
"Um?" David was about to test his newly developed skills: how effective was the Avengers Hammer in actual combat? As a result, the other party expressed his willingness to pay reasonable remuneration, which made the villains he expected to murder and seize treasures be replaced.
After the protagonist kills, the plot of giving out a lot of rewards completely collapses: "Reward?"
"for how long?"
"It's just a forensic technique." Newton was also startled, because David's attack speed was too fast. If the other party hadn't stopped the momentum in time, his head would inevitably be in contact with the weapon.
A close contact with the pink hammer with divine radiance: "A follower of Lumiere?"
"How about I pay a reasonable price and you sell me this weapon?" Newton's eyes were always fixed on the Hammer of Judgment, and it was obvious that he really wanted to get this weapon.
In addition, under such a general environment, the old man in front of him still dared to reveal his identity as an alchemist to strangers. Is he mentally abnormal? Or does he think he is strong enough and does not care about these troubles?
If the old man named Pierre Newton was bragging before, David thought it was the latter possibility.
David frowned. The last time he heard this name was from the mouth of the assassin who was suspected to be sent by the temple.
The person in front of him was a better choice. He was not from the Tilan Kingdom at all. At least he had nothing to do with Iron Tree Fort. He also had some information about other countries. He was exactly the person he needed.
"You want to study the material of the war hammer in my hand?"
"Yes, the reward is enough to satisfy you."
Pierre Newton said that he would look for the original ore because he also wanted to carefully observe what the environment was like when this strange mineral was born: "And I won't let you provide information in vain, I can pay you.
"
"right."
David was silent, and these two short sentences had already revealed a lot of information: that believer of the god of magic, and the temple did not seem to have a good relationship with the alchemists.
"If I study for more than a month..."
"Then it will automatically increase by one month."
Newton stroked his beard and thought carefully about David's suggestion. He looked at the pink hammer of judgment, and then at the teacups placed aside.