After hearing the price offered by the owner of the weapon shop, Bediwell couldn't help but shudder deeply from the tip of his ears to the end of his tail.
Indeed, Father Odin said that the lizard-tooth dagger could be worth a high price after being enchanted, but... One hundred thousand?! This was quoted from a black market merchant, and it was obviously a black-hearted price that had been severely suppressed?! (Not to mention
The wealthy prince gave him six hundred thousand!)
If a large number of such weapons were produced and sold in large quantities on the black market, how much wealth could they bring to Bediville?
It seems like we need to go back and contact Segrad as soon as possible. That guy is so talented, he is like a goose that can lay golden eggs.
"By the way," Bedivere collected the check and asked the weapon shop owner again: "That prince just now...who is he?"
"You foreigners really don't know anything!" The weapon shop owner looked at the werewolf in disbelief: "That is His Highness Prince Said, the... uh... former prince of Egypt."
"Once?" Bedivere was puzzled by the boss's hesitant attitude: "Didn't Egypt already abolish the monarchy?"
"Yes, it is a republic now. But to be honest," the store dad lowered his voice to a minimum and whispered into Bediwell's ear: "The current Egyptian parliament is simply composed of a group of trash. Thanks to them.
Shit, this country has been in chaos for nearly half a century. Everyone misses the era when the Pharaoh was there and hopes that Prince Said can be restored."
"Really?" Bedivere replied casually, indifferent to the matter. No wonder the citizens have inexplicable respect for Prince Said. The rule of the royal family is still deeply rooted in the hearts of the people in contemporary times.
However, the times are progressing and the tide of history cannot be resisted. Egypt, which has entered a republic, cannot return to its original monarchy. No matter how bad the current government of this country is, the republic will always exist. No matter how the dynasty is changed, it will be replaced.
Just members of parliament.
In short, with the matter settled, it’s time to go back to find Solar and Father Odin. Bedivere still owes these two a debt of gratitude---although he sold such a good lizard-tooth dagger.
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He glanced at the stall next to him, and suddenly remembered that he still had one necessities to sell. Bedivere was not short of money now - he had money in his pocket, so he couldn't help but become willful.
"Boss, what is that?" the werewolf asked knowingly, and cast his eyes on a machine in the darkness.
"Hey, whatever you say it is, it is what it is." The boss said ambiguously.
It was an iron cavalry. It was slightly old and rusty, its armament had been removed, and there were many bullet marks on the outer shell. It was probably worn out by many battles. Judging from its appearance, it was
The Iron Cavalry produced by Great Britain is one of the most exquisitely crafted anti-gravity gunboats in the world.
Why do Great Britain's armaments appear on this black market? Don't ask any more stupid questions like this.
Bediwell is concerned about the performance of this machine: "Can it still run? What happened to the engine and armament?"
"Second-hand goods." The weapons store owner shrugged and said with a hint of contempt: "It was resold by too many people, and it has become what it is now. Needless to mention the original photon engine and anti-gravity device, they have long since disappeared.
.Now this guy is equipped with a magnetic engine and a solar sail for sand ships, specially modified to sail in the sand sea. Although it is cheap, it is still very reliable. Do you want to buy it?"
Bedivere frowned. The werewolf had served as a knight's assistant when he was young, and of course he knew the mounts of these British knights very well. In fact, he had dismantled and reassembled Arthur's iron cavalry, and modified it countless times. Yes.
Bediwell, who had a special affection for the cavalry, couldn't help but feel a little distressed when he saw the tattered cavalry.
And he just happened to have money on hand, and he just needed transportation to cross the Sahara Desert - to go to Zvar again tomorrow.
...Would you like to buy it?
In the house to the east of the market, the sound of ding-dong-dong-dong continued. Father Odin treated his descendants differently. The process of helping Solar re-forge the double sword was very long. He probably used
The most delicate craftsmanship, polish and cast it bit by bit.
The result of the father's busy work in the house was that he neglected the magic swordsman Solar who was waiting outside the house. The young man waited boredly for half an hour and had no choice but to lean against a big stone and do push-ups.
Rumble, rumble, rumble... the sound of the engine of some kind of vehicle is getting closer and closer.
"Mr. Bedivere?" The magic swordsman stopped exercising, got up from the ground, and looked at the approaching werewolf riding on an old anti-gravity gunboat: "You are obviously going to sell a sword.
How did you end up buying something like this?"
"Haha, this kid is great!" The werewolf parked the iron bike next to the truck and when he jumped out of the car, his puppy tail was already swaying uncontrollably: "It looks old, but the engine is actually running smoothly.
Good luck!"
Solar glanced at the old machine curiously: "How much did it cost, my friend?"
"Thirty thousand yuan is very cheap." Bediwell said happily: "Although there are many parts that need to be replaced, if you give me a little time, it will definitely be completely reborn."
Thirty thousand Egyptian coins are equivalent to three thousand British gold coins, and the original iron cavalry in the Knights costs about ten thousand British gold coins. This old iron cavalry is equivalent to one-third of the price of the original version, although it is expensive for most civilians.
The sky-high price is out of reach, but Bediwell, who is rich and willful, thinks it is already very cheap.
"Uh, okay, my friend. If you think it's worth it, it's worth it." Solar knew that Bedivere was spending money randomly, but he was just too lazy to expose the werewolf.
At the same time, the banging sound in the room finally disappeared, and Odin's father came out with Solar's sword: "What's the matter, kid? How much did the dagger cost?"
"Well...one hundred thousand yuan." Bediwell deliberately concealed the huge sum of money paid by Prince Said, and used the price quoted by the owner of the weapons store to fool the old man. After all, it was a price quoted by a professional, and he knew it could fool him.
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"Huhu, according to your bargaining level, this is probably it." Father Odin had no doubts at all, or maybe he didn't have high expectations for the werewolf in the first place: "Well, since you try
Now that you've reached the sweet spot, do you still decide to cooperate with me?"
"Cooperation, of course cooperation." Bedivere hated Odin's father's condescending attitude, but with the temptation of huge wealth in front of him, the werewolf could not turn a blind eye to it: "How do you want to cooperate? Just take Segrad like this.
Call him over and let him make the weapon. You will be responsible for further processing, right?"
"Yes. You are responsible for selling the final product. The profit is divided between 30 and 70, you and me."
"What?" Bedivere was unhappy: "How is this different from what was promised?! We are responsible for raw materials, basic production of weapons, and even sales. But you just enchanted a demon, and you hardly spent any money on it."
How much work and why do you charge so much?!"
"Oh," Old Man Odin winked at the werewolf with a very arrogant attitude: "Then tell me, what happened when you sold the weapons just now? Did you see any strange phenomena?"
This sentence undoubtedly hit Bedivere's Achilles' heel. The lizard-tooth dagger processed by his father seemed to have come alive, possessing the ability to raise thunder and lightning storms. Seglade alone could make the weapon.
There is absolutely no way the lizard-tooth dagger could undergo such a wonderful transformation.
But is this really Dad's work? How is it possible? Dad Odin just wiped the dagger with the golden bug's worm pulp and knocked it randomly a few times. This was a random gesture that wasn't even considered processing.
Could it really be possible to make a mediocre short sword undergo magical changes in its properties?
"Hey, you can't figure it out?" Father Odin grinned, his gray beard trembling: "If you think I just knocked a few times casually, you are totally wrong. This is the secret method of the dragon hunter clan.
, its name is [Secret Word of the Blade]. It can liberate the memory hidden in the weapon, turning the invisible memory into tangible power."
Bedivere looked stunned and expressed disbelief.
"This is true, my friend." Solar also tried to persuade him: "This is one of the secret techniques used by the dragon hunters to create dragon weapons. It was originally the secret of the dragon's lifetime memories awakened from the dragon's bones.
But it can also be used on weapons made from the corpses of other creatures."
Father Odin glared at Solar: "This is also the secret skill that you brat didn't learn, you unworthy descendant!"
"Dad, please don't mention this..." Solar looked away, avoiding the old man's questioning.
"Hmm..." The werewolf scratched his head. Even so, he still felt very unhappy: "This doesn't change the fact that you do very little and make a lot of profits. No, the profit can only be divided half and half, 30-70.
Don’t even think about the good things. If it doesn’t work, it’ll be a failure at most. Anyway, I’m not that short of money now.”
A clear vein appeared on Father Odin's forehead: "You brat, do you want to do a cross-bridge plank?!"
"I'm telling the truth." The werewolf waved his hand and said unceremoniously: "I make money to buy better weapons to cope with the next Knights of the Round Table exam. As long as the money is enough, the weapons are enough.
That's enough, there's no need to be greedy and make endless money. Dad, you too, why are you greedy for money at your age? Do you plan to take the money into the coffin?"
This is all true, and no matter how cunning and eloquent Father Odin is, he cannot break it [fact]. Bediwell had a check for 600,000 Egyptian coins stuffed in his trouser pocket, and he was no longer short of money.
"Ouch...Okay!" Father Odin waved his hammer threateningly: "50-50 split! No less! Wish us a happy cooperation!"
"Pfft---" Bediwell suppressed the smile that appeared on the tip of his nose: "I wish us a happy cooperation."
The werewolf knew that business cooperation was just an excuse. Father Odin seemed to be more eager to meet Seglade than to make money.