In a slightly oval square, thousands of shops built with wooden shelves are open for business with great fanfare. The scene is brightly lit and very lively. All dignitaries, gangsters, and heroes are all in this black market. Wandering around, occasionally picking up the weapons and works of art in the store to look at them, and from time to time the store owner would bargain. What's more, those wholesale art or weapon dealers would bring a large group of bodyguards or workers to scan the goods, and open the door Cars transport piles of goods.
All in all, the scale of this black market is larger than the werewolf imagined. The weapons and resources circulating here are enough to organize an army. Bedivere can't help but wonder whether the Egyptian government is crazy about money and allows its own country to Are there such unstable factors?
"Oh my God! That's the worm pulp of the golden bug!" The werewolf's truck had just entered the entrance of the black market, and some merchants who knew the goods had already figured out the mystery from the little juice seeping out from the edge of the barrel.
Once someone made a noise, other businessmen also focused their attention on the werewolf's truck. Soon, as if they had discovered a shocking treasure, they rushed up to the werewolf one by one with excitement and asked: "Brother! What's wrong with this truck?" Are the goods all insect jelly?! Can I sell it or not? Let me give you a good price!" "How about 10,000 Egyptian coins per barrel?" "I'll pay 15,000!" "Hey, this is the deal I grabbed first. !"
"Uh..." Bedivere was stunned by this sudden lively scene and didn't know how to respond for a moment. He didn't understand the true value of the golden insect pulp in his hands at all, and was afraid that he would lose money if he bought and sold it randomly. .
Seeing that Bediwell was hesitant, Solar immediately helped and rejected the merchants' request: "Thank you. But the insect jelly is not for sale for the time being and needs to be inspected for quality! Let's talk about it later!"
"Oh---" "Hurry up and finish it!" "I'm waiting for you to come!" The businessmen immediately dispersed.
One sentence is enough to make businessmen lose interest in doing business. Solar is indeed a man of the road.
"Uh, what did you just do?" The werewolf looked at the magic swordsman in disbelief, as if he was afraid that his business would fail.
"They are all veterans in buying and selling materials. If you do business with them, you will be severely underpriced." Solar lowered his voice and smiled bitterly at Bediwell: "Even I can't deal with these people. So, still, Don't worry about them for now, let me take you to meet Father Odin."
"But……"
"Or do you not believe me and want to deal with these people, my friend?" Solar continued to smile at the werewolf, but this time the smile was a little coercive.
"Uh...Okay, okay." A drop of cold sweat broke out on Bediwell's forehead. Indeed, Solar is very likely to take Bediwell to his acquaintances and buy Bediwell's hands at a more deceptive price. goods on board.
But now Bediwell is a bit stuck. After all, he was brought here by Solar. If he doesn't follow the magic swordsman to his designated shop and does business with other merchants at will, it seems a bit treacherous.
In short, let’s go take a look first. The final decision on whether to make this deal or not lies with Bediville. No matter what you do, you won’t lose money. God knows that Solar is going to introduce this “Old Odin” to Bediville. Who is "Dad"? Maybe he is willing to buy werewolf goods at a higher price?
Bediwell drove his car to get rid of the entanglement of the merchants and drove towards the east side of the market. He stared at the rear mirror of the car nervously along the way, fearing that some greedy guy would take advantage of the goods in the car.
When his nerves were tense, he finally followed Solar's instructions to the east side of the black market and parked the car in front of a slightly shabby shop. At that time, the sky was completely dark, and even that little
The light of the stars and the moon was also obscured by the lights of the busy city.
Different from the shops built with wooden frames in the black city center, this shop seems to have existed a long time ago. The builders used local materials and decorated the dilapidated houses around the black market, transforming them into this shop with a smelting workshop.
Weapons shop.
Before he even got close, Bedivere could see the firelight of the red stove shining through the cracks in the house from a distance, and heard the clanging sound of knocking in the house.
That was the sound of someone's hammer hitting the blade of a sword. It was even and stable, as steady and powerful as the sea, but it also had a hidden momentum, which showed that it was an extremely experienced blacksmith.
Bediwell didn't know much about weapon forging, but he could feel the soul in the sound of hammering iron. With such good craftsmanship, the weapons forged must be extraordinary.
"Father Odin, I'm back." Solar shouted as he jumped out of the truck.
The sound of hammering in the room stopped and was replaced by a sizzling sound. The blacksmith put the beaten sword blade into the water to anneal (cool).
"Uh, Father Odin?" Solar called again, knocking on the door.
Stab! Without any warning, an extremely sharp sword blade penetrated the wooden door of the shop and stabbed Solar in the face.
"Wow!" Solar, who reacted quickly, turned sideways and managed to avoid this murderous blow.
Only then did Bediwell understand what the messy knife marks on the door were: it seemed that the owner of this shop had a rather bad temper.
"Business is still as bad as ever, right?" Solar took several steps away and was three yards away from the wooden door. He was indifferent to the sneak attack that almost killed him. Not only was he not angry, he even smiled innocently.
Get up: "Even so, I can't kill your great-grandson with a sword, Father Odin."
"What a mouthful! You unworthy descendant! If you don't know how to learn sword-making skills, you only know how to use the treasures left by your ancestors to fight! The dragon hunter clan will fall into your hands!!"
At this point, Solar's expression changed: "Dad, there are outsiders here! How can you just-"
"What a shame! You brought the people you brought with you. If the secrets of the clan are revealed, you will be responsible for it! Who told you that you are not good at choosing friends!"
Bedivere couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat. There were so many things worth complaining about in the conversation between the grandfather and grandson.
"Alas..." Solar scratched his head slightly irritably and looked towards Bedivere.
"I didn't hear anything, don't pay attention to me." The werewolf said quickly.
"Let me take a look." The man in the house pushed the door open at this time, ignored Bedivier and Solar, and walked straight towards the truck, as if he could smell the smell of the goods from the house. This
An old man with a beard and gray hair, but a strong man with bulging muscles all over his body, who looks to be in his fifties, is actually Solar's [great-grandfather]?
"Well, the worm pulp of the golden insect is a treasure that only comes once in a thousand years." Father Odin only glanced at the barrels and said, "1.6 billion."
"Wow." Bediwell was shocked. Twenty-two barrels of insect pulp could be sold for a sky-high price of 1.6 billion. This transaction was considered worthwhile.
"Dad, are you sure?" The werewolf asked again: "That's 1.6 billion Egyptian coins?"
"I'm sure." Unexpectedly, Father Odin opened his palm and asked Bediwell for money: "1.6 billion Egyptian coins, pay quickly."
"Uh, what?!" Bedivere almost spit out a mouthful of old blood, and shouted depressed and aggrieved: "Since you want to buy insect pulp, shouldn't you be the one to pay for it? Why do I have to pay for it?!"
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"Nonsense! Who wants to buy these worm pulps from you!" Father Odin waved the hammer in his hand and said excitedly: "This 1.6 billion is the price of using these worm pulps to build new weapons!"
"When did I entrust you to help me build a new weapon?!" Bediwell was even more dumbfounded. The old man in front of him was simply unreasonable: "I'm obviously here to sell insect pulp!"
"Dad, you can't buy or sell by force." Solar also spoke for Bedivere: "I brought my friend here just to let you see the quality of the insect pulp and set a price."
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"So, you don't need the weapons I made?!" Father Odin flushed with anger: "You unscrupulous descendants didn't bring business to me?! Don't you want me to forge weapons? Then you
What are you doing to hinder me!? Get out of here, get out now!!"
At this time, not only Bediwell, but also Solar was covered in cold sweat, unable to deal with Father Odin.
Out of curiosity, Bediwell asked in a low voice: "Dad... what kind of weapons are you responsible for processing? Why does it cost more than a billion to make a weapon?"
Unexpectedly, the grumpy old Odin yelled: "Boy, where are you from an illiterate mountain pit? We are a clan of dragon hunters. What kind of weapons do the dragon hunters make? Do you still have to ask?
?"
Bedivere couldn't help but shrink behind Solar. Seeing that he was safe for the time being, he asked in a low voice: "Uh, is it Long Wu...?"
"Yes, it's Longwu!" Dad yelled sarcastically: "Only we, the dragon hunters, know how to make the difficult-to-process dragon bones into weapons with special magic power------that is, Longwu! We use
Every weapon made by ancient methods is of the highest quality, and the toys made by modern people are simply incomparable to them! This is why their cost is so high!"
This is true.
The father raised the hammer and pointed it at Solar, still carrying the heat of forging and emitting faint green smoke: "And this ignorant brat! If you haven't learned the forging technique well, you will know
Fight! The dragon hunter clan will also fall!"
"The dragon hunter clan has long since declined." Solar replied in a low voice.
"That's long-winded! Don't talk too much!" Father Odin yelled angrily, leaving no room for the magic swordsman Solar to argue: "So, what do you want? Give me money to build weapons, or don't build anything at all."
Get out of here right away? Come on, I'm very busy!"
"But I really don't have that much money..." Bedivere muttered, still hiding behind Solar.
"You damn poor guy!" Dad roared again. While roaring, Bedivere also shrank behind Solar.
"Pfft..." Magic Swordsman Solar smiled and smoothed things over: "Dad, can't you give us a discount? We won't spend a lot of your time, and we don't need to consume the materials in your store.
Just use the resources we have on hand, plus these twenty-two barrels of insect pulp, to build something."
"Oh? It seems like you have very good weapons in hand?" Old Man Odin smiled disdainfully.
Solar also smiled confidently and pulled out his Thunder Lizard swords from their leather sheaths - two fine scimitars made for him by Seglade.