"Third Young Master, shall I help you measure the size first?" Green took a meter ruler and said with a smile.
"Okay." Chris opened his arms.
Green used a meter ruler to measure his height, shoulder width, waist circumference, etc. and recorded them.
Master Daniel took the dragon skin and dragon scales on the forging table and arranged them into a simple human shape.
But at this moment, something unexpected happened. A cold breath came from the dragon skin, scaring Daniel back a few steps.
Immediately afterwards, a dragon-shaped shadow floated out from the dragon skin. It glared at Chris with vicious eyes and roared.
"Another remnant soul of an evil dragon?" Everyone was shocked.
The dragon roared out of its body automatically, and the sword spirit floated out, confronting the dragon soul in the distance.
The two look almost exactly the same, but the sword spirit is more solid.
It's just that one has shed blood and admitted his master, while the other still maintains his hatred for Chris.
Brent looked at his brother beside him with resentful eyes, and couldn't help but said: "How come all the good things have failed you?"
Chris said: "Do you know what the protagonist's halo is?"
"cut!"
"Are we going to bleed again? Come on!" Chris released his dragon form.
In an instant, everyone's eyes were attracted.
Brent couldn't help complaining: "It's just been a day since we last met. It has increased so much. Isn't it too exaggerated?"
We can't blame them for making a fuss. Yesterday's draconian form only changed in appearance and did not increase much in size.
But today it has grown to 2.2 meters, like a little giant, unconsciously dwarfed by Chris.
What they didn't know was that Chris soaked a large bucket of dragon's blood last night, and today he absorbed the huge dragon tongue energy in Linda's body, which was equivalent to strengthening the dragon-like state twice in succession.
Green took a wooden cup and handed it to Chris respectfully.
Chris shook his head and said: "It's too small, go get another one."
Green brought over a wooden barrel.
Only then was Chris satisfied and cut his wrist with Dragon Roar, letting the bright red blood flow out.
"Halala."
Now his physique has been greatly enhanced. It was not until more than ten liters of blood was released that Chris felt a little weak.
Just rub your palm on the wound, and the wound will stop bleeding and scar quickly.
Green carried a small bucket of blood to the forging table and poured it evenly on the spread dragon skin.
"Chichi!" The blood quickly blended in like water falling on the sea.
A red light appeared on the remnant soul of the evil dragon in the sky, and its expression became very struggling, ranging from kindness to anger, constantly changing, just like yesterday.
After a while, the hatred towards Chris disappeared from its eyes, and it became very blank.
Finally, the evil dragon's remnant soul looked at Chris calmly and returned to the dragon skin.
The sword spirit also returned to Long Xiao and fell into the scabbard.
Green turned back and came to Chris with a humble and respectful attitude: "Third Young Master, is there anything else I can do for you?"
"By coincidence, there is just one thing." Chris touched the space ring and shook off a large piece of crocodile skin. "I want you to help me make some pairs of leather shoes to wear."
The skin of the armored giant crocodile is so hard that ordinary blacksmiths cannot make it, so they can only ask the blacksmith who is also a knight.
Next to him, Brent opened his mouth in surprise and said with some disbelief: "You, you killed the armored giant crocodile in the territory?"
"Well, it's about the morning." Chris nodded.
Brent couldn't help but said: "Isn't it too luxurious for you to make shoes from the leather of a second-level monster? It can be used as a suit of armor."
Then he thought that people who could use dragon skin to make armor would really look down on this crocodile skin.
Brent rubbed his hands and said with a bright smile: "Brother, how does your brother treat you on weekdays?"
"Say something quickly." Chris rolled his eyes. How could he not understand what his brother was thinking?
"Look, you can't even wear all the shoes made from such a big piece of skin. How about you make five pairs of shoes first and use the rest to make armor for me?"
Chris said: "Okay, twelve gold coins."
"Hey, we are brothers."
"Brothers will settle the score!"
"Can it be cheaper? Ten gold coins."
"No bargaining!" Chris shook his head and said, "If you don't want it, forget it. I'll take it to Mote City to sell it. I believe those guys from Howard don't mind spending fifteen gold coins to buy it."
"Okay, okay, I'm afraid of you, just twelve gold coins." Brent said bitterly.
He also participated in the battle against the armored giant crocodile, so he naturally knew how tough this crocodile was.
And using that crocodile skin as armor, the defensive power is absolutely amazing.
While the two young men were bargaining, Green was not idle either. He squatted down and measured the size of Chris' feet with a meter ruler.
"I really see through you as a stingy person." Brent fumbled in his arms for a while, took out a delicate wallet, and poured out twelve shining golden coins.
Chris took the gold coins and put them away. He was a little surprised as to why his brother carried so much money with him.
Did this guy have any thoughts about his dragon roar before he came here?
"Oh, by the way, do you still want the magic core of the armored giant crocodile?" Chris asked. His dragon-like form is biased towards the fire attribute, which conflicts with the water attribute, so the magic core is of no use to him.
"How much?"
Chris smiled and said: "It's not expensive, fifteen gold coins."
Brent said angrily: "Why don't you go and grab it?"
"Okay, then I'm going to grab Howard's gold coins." Chris smiled, while silently repeating one, two, and three in his mind.
"Okay, okay, I'll buy it, I'll buy it," Brent said quickly. He didn't want this magic core to be bought by those competitors. After all, the price was really not too expensive.
There are three major viscount families in Mott City, and their heirs are competitors with each other. Among them, Howard Hughes is the weakest. He is only a second-level knight, not even comparable to Plato.
"But I don't have that much money with me now. I'll give it to you when you come to pick up the dragon skin armor tomorrow."
Chris said: "Okay, pay with one hand and deliver the goods with one hand."
"You are so stingy, how can I still lose your money?"
"This is the principle of doing business."
After measuring the size of the soles of his feet, Chris said: "We have agreed on five pairs of shoes, but you can't let Green cut corners for me."
After all, this crocodile skin is now shared by two people. If one person uses less, the other will get more.’’
Green smiled and said: "Don't worry, Third Young Master, this crocodile skin is more than enough to make two sets of armors. The remaining ones are definitely not enough to make a third set. The excess can even make you two pairs of shoes."