Two flowers bloomed, each with one branch. Zhao Mai left the house where the thief was hiding, but would not go back directly. After understanding the truth that "even if you don't go to cause trouble, trouble may come up", he went straight to the market near the guild. There are several shops dedicated to serving adventurers, and there is also a blacksmith shop next to it, selling some small weapons.

He wanted a crossbow most, which was powerful and easy to use. He had seen Ranger Carl carry a crossbow all day long, and was envious. Since he had no time to practice using bows or stone-capping ropes, crossbows became the best choice.

After browsing a few blacksmith shops and looking at the goods in the shops, Zhao Mai was surprised to find that there were no crossbows in the local area. This is completely unreasonable, and there must be problems. As the easiest ranged weapon to learn, both adventurers and farmers will have great demand. Can't demand create a market?

"Hey, crossbow..." All the shop owners almost used the same attitude to perfunctory: "We don't have spot stock. If you really want it, I can place an order for you. However, the crossbows flow out so many times a year, and the price is not cheap. Are you sure you can afford it?"

"Isn't it that the light crossbow has 35 gold coins and the heavy crossbow has 50 gold coins?"

This price is calculated based on the prices of other weapons. Although there are some errors, the prices in Neibo Town are relatively stable. You can buy a long sword for 15 gold coins and a long bow for 75 gold coins. Considering the production cost and other factors, the price of a crossbow should be what he said.

"It's a coincidence that you came at the wrong time." The owner was unmoved at all. "If you want a crossbow, you have to order the order. Now this is the rule. If you want spot stock, you don't have to negotiate. Two hundred gold coins are a good amount. Or you can go to the guild and buy from other adventurers, which is also a way."

After the salt was stolen, Zhao Mai had less than forty gold coins left on him, which was enough to buy a light crossbow to defend himself. What happened in the store now seems to be a price increase that monopolizes the supply of goods. Zhao Mai was alone and could not fight the store owner's alliance. As for buying it from adventurers, he should have to pay extra fees, otherwise who would be so stupid that he took action at this time?

The best solution to deal with this situation is naturally to mobilize a batch of affordable crossbows and put them into the market. However, this will inevitably arouse the alertness of local controllers. Crossbows are still a weapon after all, not everyone can manufacture, store or transport them in large quantities. It is hard to say whether there is a shadow of those in power behind the merchant's actions this time, or is it simply instructed by those people?

Should I buy a stone throwing rope and use it first? Or practice swinging the flying knife? Zhao Mai shook his head and temporarily threw these two thoughts behind his mind. He decided to take a look again, and he might have gained something.

In addition to the shops on both sides of the street, there are also vendors who set up stalls along the street. A straw mat is placed with good things they have collected or hunted, and some people are selling all kinds of food they have made. Due to the lack of seasoning, the food looks very attractive, but the smell and taste are unsatisfactory. Seeing a vendor who was kebab, he wondered what animal the meat on the spindle came from, while missing the mutton kebabs sprinkled with chili, salt and cumin on the earth.

Suddenly, the fate gold coins reacted, and while they became slightly hot, they vibrated in Zhao Mai's chest. Zhao Mai took a few steps back, and the vibration disappeared, and the movement forward became more and more intense. It turned out that this thing was used! With a hint of excitement, Zhao Mai walked towards the direction where the vibration was strongest.

He saw a dwarf, who was only about one meter and four in height, but larger than that of a human strong man of two meters. A thick brown hair mixed with an equally thick brown beard made him look like a lion. The light and simple dwarf, who was wearing a semicircular iron helmet, was wearing a craftsman's uniform, and was carrying a double-bar hunting rifle in his hand.

Wait... Zhao Mai rubbed his eyes, did I read that right? Two long, straight black cylinders, black wood handles, two independent fuses, this cliff is a dwarf musket. Technology has developed to this extent? Zhao Mai touched his chin and decided to go up and talk. One was for the gold coins of fate, and the other was for the musket.

The dwarf Sok carried the weapons he created, hoping to find a sense of identity among humans. His dwarf clan was too traditional and had poor acceptance of new things, and his ideas were not supported. He heard that Neipo Town was the most open and tolerant place in northern Graleone, so he traveled here to try his luck.

The people here are willing to let him demonstrate his weapons, and even gathered multiple merchants to observe. However, at the critical moment, his musket could not be fired. He failed to gain recognition and attracted a lot of ridicule. The dwarf Sok doubted whether he had done something wrong, and even attracted the spit of the god of the dwarf. Maybe he should focus on hammers and battle axes instead of inventing some muskets.

He was going to spend the remaining gold coins in his pocket and buy them into dry food to eat them on his way back. If there was any leftover, it would be nice to bring some spirits to his parents and brothers and sisters as gifts. In addition to the failure of muskets, the prosperity of Neibo Town still left a good impression on him.

"Hey, dwarf, I'm very interested in the weapons in your hands. Can you talk about it?" Zhao Mai weighed his wallet and said to Sok: "I live in the Fireplace Hotel not far from here. The stews there are very good and the ale is sweet. I sincerely invite you, do you have time now?"

"Okay." Soke seemed to be unscrupulous and agreed to Zhao Mai's request casually.

Anyone who has sniffed the reserved grain with his nose and has no hostility can still be trusted. It is said that under different emotions, people will emit different odors. Animals with a sensitive sense of smell can distinguish anger, joy, sorrow and hostility from it. Although I don’t know how accurate this judgment method is and whether there will be cases of being wronged, Zhao Mai has no other good idea. Of course, he must trust his loyal partner.

The two of them spoke as they walked and introduced each other. Zhao Mai was naturally the same rhetoric. His common words were not good. I hope the dwarf could be more considerate. The dwarf Sok had a big beard and the humans he dealt with thought he was already an adult and would not be very polite, but who knew that he was just an adult.

Zhao Mai's friendship with him quickly turned into a harmonious atmosphere. Before he could really start talking about things, the dwarfs already liked this kind of human being. They came to the fireplace hotel and did not see the fat boss. Only the chef made a guest appearance at the counter while it was not yet dinner time.

A small barrel of ale wine, about fifteen liters, was bought by Zhao Mai and moved directly to the dining table. The clear foam filled the oak wine glasses, which greatly boosted the dwarf's spirit. "Let's have a drink for the elders, the family and those who care about us first, and let's talk about other things later."

Soke had long been extremely thirsty and wanted to stuff his entire face into a cup to drink. The fragrance remained in his mouth, and the refreshing feeling spread from his throat to his belly, and then spread to his limbs and veins. He put down the cup and saw that Zhao Mai's cup was empty, and he couldn't help but admire his good alcohol tolerance.
Chapter completed!