"Hmph, interesting gadget." Father Odin sat aside and patiently watched Seglade use his furnace to build equipment. After the things were made, he let out an intriguing chuckle: "Look at this.
It doesn’t look like a weapon. What on earth is this?”
"Business secret, meow." Seglade put away the special-shaped equipment made of Luna Steel, and smiled mysteriously: "This is a part of something, made for my brother, meow. The parts are all put together."
After gathering it together, it will be the secret weapon specially used to deal with Dad in this afternoon's game."
"Oh?" Father Odin obviously has no interest in Seglade's "secret weapons". Perhaps in front of such a famous craftsman, all kinds of messy little designs are just toys, and they are not worth mentioning.
something.
And Seglade had no intention of convincing Father Odin. It didn't matter if the other party wasn't interested. He just came to borrow his father's furnace this time, and he had no intention of showing off in front of this proud old man.
"But it's so strange." The old man of the Dragon Hunter clan suddenly said: "It seems that what you are manufacturing should be some kind of precision parts, which require several parts to be assembled accurately to function. Luna Steel's experience from manufacturing to annealing
After countless times of shrinking, can it really be shrunk to the exact size you want?"
"That's why I need to use two [tokens] to create a cat at the same time." Seglade said, while putting away the two golden hammers in his hands and hiding them in the belt around his waist: "From what I have observed so far, as long as
Luna Steel weapons are made in the same batch. As long as they are made with the same duration and the same intensity, their shrinkage will be almost exactly the same. The remaining few flaws will not affect the precision. After returning, use the laser
The cutting machine can handle it slowly and deeply."
"Oh, your brother bought a batch of machines on the black market before, are they used in places like that?"
"No," Seglade couldn't help but smile bitterly and said: "Brother has a bad habit of buying random things when he sees good ones. Most of the things he buys are probably useless and are just decorations."
After packing his things, the young leopard man got up from his seat, put down a bag of gold coins as payment for borrowing the furnace, and planned to leave.
However, Father Odin also stood up at this time, and took one of the dragon weapons hanging on the wall: "Did you notice? We have guests, and they are full of murderous guests."
"I noticed it, meow." Seglade raised his eyebrows. His ability to sense breath may not be as strong as that of the dragon hunters, but as an orc, he can detect dangers in the environment. He has quick hearing.
It also allowed him to clearly hear what was going on outside the house.
I don’t know since when, the outside has been surrounded. Twenty? Maybe thirty people. The footsteps were so light, and the group of people moved very professionally, specifically picking out the young Leopard man who made a clanging sound when he was forging iron.
They acted at intervals of time, cleverly burying their footsteps in the sound of iron. Therefore, from now on, this group of people surrounded Father Odin's house, but the two people in the house did not notice it at all until they were close enough.
until.
"Where did this person come from, Meow?" Seglade couldn't help but asked curiously: "There is still someone in the whole of Cairo who dares to mess with Father Odin, Meow?"
"Ever since I last sold a batch of Luna Steel rapiers, these guys have been ready to make a move." The old man sneered: "They probably also want to get your Luna Steel weapons. They must have gotten it this time."
You have enough chips to dare to come over and cause trouble for me."
"But"
"Wrap this around." The father threw a scarf to the leopard man youth: "It's not a good thing to let the other party see your presence. It's best to cover your cat face."
"Now that things have happened, there is still no use in doing this, meow." Even though he felt it was meaningless, the young leopard man still obediently picked up the scarf and wrapped it around his forehead and neck, covering his face.
"However, I have been completely underestimated!" Father Odin grinned, his eyes radiating a murderous glare: "Sending only this few people to besiege? Ridiculous!"
After saying this, the old man rushed out of the house with a dragon weapon, leaving behind the confused young leopard man in the house.
"It's so impulsive, meow." The young leopard man had no choice but to follow.
Meanwhile, Cairo's black market center.
"Well, I can't sell it," Lawrence complained while enjoying the coolness in the shade of the stall and fanning a useless fan. It was already quite hot in Cairo in the morning, and even the water vapor in the air was very hot.
Lack of, dry heat.
"Did you really distribute the samples properly yesterday?" Paramedis, who was in the same stall, was sitting cross-legged on the ground covered with blankets, not daring to move. The leopard warrior wearing black leopard fur was more
Ordinary people are more afraid of heat, and black hair is particularly easy to convert solar energy into heat energy after absorbing sunlight, so Palamedes was even more afraid of being exposed to the sun. He felt like he was about to melt by the hot sunlight.
"Yes, I have been to Cairo at least twice yesterday, and the response to the Photon Coca-Cola distributed was obviously quite good." Lawrence fanned the fan harder, trying to increase the air volume to dissipate heat. However, it did not have much use.
Even the wind blowing towards his face was hot.
"Forget it, I'd better drink a bottle. The money for this bottle of Coke will be on my head." He could no longer bear the scorching heat of the morning in the African equatorial region, so he picked up a bottle of Photon Coke and put it in his mouth
Fill.
"Ah!" After taking a big sip, Lawrence let out a long sigh that sounded very satisfying.
The heat immediately subsided. A bone-deep coldness spread from his stomach and seeped into every corner of his body. It was a magical drink. Even if it was not specially chilled with ice cubes, after someone drank it,
A special cooling effect will occur immediately.
Palamedes raised his eyebrows. He and Lawrence originally came to Cairo to set up a coke stall on the black market. In principle, he couldn't drink his product. But the weather was really hot. Lawrence both took a bottle.
Photon Cola comes to drink, why can’t he?
"Okay," he saw that there were still hundreds of bottles of Coke left in the cargo box. One or two bottles missing was not a big problem. The big cat couldn't resist the temptation of the refreshing drink, so he picked up a bottle of Photon Coke and poured it into his stomach.
Gurgling, gurgling. The cold drink slid down the big cat's throat.
Sizzle! He could hear the bubbly drink making a refreshing sound in his throat. It was soda with added carbonic acid. The carbonated part continued to come out of the liquid the moment it was drunk into his stomach.
Release and take away the heat. As the drink slid into the depths of his throat, countless small bubbles continued to emerge and hit his esophagus briskly. The feeling was really wonderful!
"Hiccup!" The moment he finished drinking the Coke, Palamedes let out a big burp. The sound was particularly exaggerated, as if it had its own loudspeaker, and it suddenly resounded throughout the noisy market.
The air suddenly became inexplicably quiet. Many people in the market looked at Palamedes' stall in dumbfounded confusion.
"Uh, sorry." Palamedes covered his mouth in embarrassment, as if he had just done something rude and wanted to apologize to the whole world.
Even though it was embarrassing, his earth-shattering sound insulation brought a turnaround for their business.
After the entire market was stunned for a few seconds, it immediately returned to its original bustle. But finally, curious buyers came over to watch the excitement.
"What kind of drink is this? I heard you burping just now, and it seemed like you were enjoying yourself." A middle-aged man came over and asked Palamedes.
"Uh, Photon Coke. A newly launched drink." Palamedes replied with a blushing face.
"Photon Coke? I've never heard of the brand. Is this drinkable? Isn't it bad for your stomach?" the other party asked again.
"If you ask like that, we will be very troubled." Lawrence put down the half-drunk bottle of Coke in his hand and rubbed his belly subconsciously: "The food hygiene approval document from Egypt has been successfully obtained. Don't look at us setting up a street stall to sell it.
This thing has passed the food safety inspection and is legally sold."
"Really? I'm sorry for doubting you." The middle-aged man glanced at the inconspicuous facade of this street stall. It should be said that this stall is slightly shabby, and the Coca-Cola is placed in an ordinary paper bag sealed like that.
In the box, they were not chilled with ice. They didn’t look ice-cold at all.
"How much does a bottle cost?"
"Three Egyptian coins." Palamedes replied, even a little uneasy, fearing that the price was too high.
"Then give me a bottle to try." The other person didn't think the price was very high. In Egypt, purified water is more expensive than this, and it doesn't seem like a loss to buy a bottle of non-ice carbonated drink for three yuan.
"Thank you for your business!" After receiving the money, Palamedes handed the other party a bottle of Coke. The man still looked confused, took the bottle of Photon Coke he bought and left.
"Have you seen it?" Big Cat looked at Lawrence with wide eyes: "The first transaction!"
"I saw it!" Lawrence also said excitedly: "The curse of zero transactions is finally broken! The first business!"
"Cheers!" Then the two guys chuckled like fools, clinked the two bottles of Coke in their hands, and drank the Coke in a celebratory gulp.
"Ah!" They let out a very happy sigh.
A few seconds later, the middle-aged man who had just bought a Coke suddenly ran back in a hurry.
"You! It's you!" the man shouted.
"Uh, what's going on?" A drop of cold sweat broke out on Palamedes' forehead: "Is it because you drank Coke and got a bad stomach?"
"Nothing! This stuff is so cool!" The man was followed by a group of people, his eyes shining: "It costs three yuan a bottle, right? Give me ten more bottles!"
"I want it too!" "Give me two bottles!" "I want to purchase, give me a whole box!"
Photon Cola seems to have magical powers. The entire Cairo black market suddenly boils because of this newly launched drink of unknown origin.