041 Magic Inner City

"How much did this ancient knife cost? I will sell you the bone mosquito needle at this price!" The old man looked at the Ranger sword in the ghost's hand. After all, this is also an antique from thousands of years ago, and the price must not be too bad.

"Are you going to sell it to me at the same price as it?" The ghost picked up the Ranger knife and looked at the old man strangely.

"Yes, this knife has been worth thousands of years, and it is not worth my bone mosquito needle!" The old man nodded resolutely, just like a gambler, waiting for the other party to uncover the bottom card.

"This knife was given to me by my friend. I haven't spent any money..." The ghost laughed, and the ranger knife in his hand trembled slightly as if he was smiling.

"Good!" The old man stamped his foot, and his face turned blue and red. He stuffed the bone mosquito needle into the hand of the ghost: "From today on, it belongs to you! I don't want your money, but you have to promise me one thing?

"Such a good thing, is there any forced gift?" The ghost sighed at the generousness of the inner city people in his heart, but he asked in a low voice, "What's the matter?"

To be honest, the ghost is indeed a little moved by this bone mosquito needle, but it has not yet been bought. Now that people have given this strange weapon to themselves for nothing, even if the old man proposes to kill and set fire, the ghost will help him do it without blinking.

"I only have one condition. Help me restore the activity of this bone mosquito needle, and then bring him to show me!" The old man lowered his voice and said in a hoarse voice like a bandit.

"This is no problem, as long as I use it when I do it," the ghost nodded, and then put the Ranger knife back into the wood crystal core, while playing with bone mosquito needles in his hand. For a warrior like him, it is dangerous to use a new weapon. He must immediately familiarize himself with the habit characteristics of the weapon, so that he can make the most of it in battle. Function.

The old man was more relieved to see that the ghost was not angry about playing with bone mosquito needles. Such a martial artist is a real connomy. In his opinion, those who carefully collect them immediately after getting the weapons are stupid and spoiling his weapons for nothing!

"Old man, I also have a question," seeing that Zola and Silester were still in a daze at the weapon, the ghost leaned over his head and whispered to the old man, "Are you really a blacksmith? You are not a retired killer, are you?

"Bah! I'm such a blacksmith!" The old man was so angry that his goatee pricked up, but immediately whispered, "But I really wanted to be a killer when I was young, but in the end, I didn't twist my father and spent my life by the blacksmith's stove!"

"Haha, no wonder you created it. This is the guy you prepared for yourself back then, right?" The ghost laughed, and the bone mosquito needle had been manipulated by his dexterous fingers to roll quickly in the palm of his hand.

The old man stared at him, and then became an arrogant boss again. He proudly raised his head slightly and walked through the hall full of weapons he made himself, as if a marshal was reviewing his troops...

Pulling two friends in a daze at armor and weapons out of the back hall, Zola and Silester returned to normal. Zuola touched the gold coupon in his arms. Thinking of the 80,000 gold coins mentioned by the man just now, he felt that the big blood-colored axe was getting farther and farther away from him. After a long time of frustration, Zuola cleaned up his lost feelings and resumed his duties. He ordered 100 coarse steel axes with the store with 20,000 gold coins, and the edges had to be made of fine steel, so that the whole axe was not much different from that of all-precision steel.

After ordering the axe, Zuo Lala Agui and Silester to find a salt merchant to buy salt. Although Zuo'er Island is close to the sea on all sides, only a few edible salt can make it. If you use seawater directly as salt, it doesn't matter once or twice. It's easy to get sick after a long time.

Saltba is sold according to the bucket, 100 gold coins per bucket, never bargain! Agui and Silester have never studied the salt bar, which is inseparable from this meal. Looking at Zuola paying 5,000 gold coins * 50 buckets, the two did not know that the salt bar could sell five gold coins in the mainland at a sky-high price, and it could be bought more than 20 times in the inner city!

The main reason is that it has developed on the mainland for so long. It is no secret that the manufacturing technology of salt is no longer secret, and there are many areas that can produce salt. On Zuoer Island, on the contrary, only a few companies can make salt and hold the manufacturing technology to death. No one wants to learn it!

Zola bought less than 35,000 gold coins for the wine and meat sent this time. After ordering the axe and salt, he only had 10,000 gold coins left.

"The rest is to buy something for those women," Zuola patted the skin in his arms and said with a smile, "Tomorrow, let's drive around the ox cart, go to the salt merchant to load salt and then pull the axe away. The rest of the time is to slowly leave the city, and let the women go shopping by themselves."

"A hundred axes can be done in one night?" Agui asked doubtfully that the axe is large and uses a lot of materials, and it has to be replaced with a fine steel edge. No one can do this job in one night.

"Haha, brother, you don't know the situation. These weapons stores have their own factories. If we want this batch of coarse steel axes, they must have stock in their warehouse. This night is the time to change their blades, otherwise we can drive to pull the weapons back today!"

"Oh, I'm quite interested in seeing their factory after hearing you say that. The scene must be spectacular!" The ghost said yearningly.

"That scene must be spectacular! However, we outsiders can't see it at all. Every factory only recruits their own people to help, and outsiders have no chance to enter!" Zola looked at the sky and began to pull the ghosts back, muttering, "I didn't expect to be so long in the weapons store. It's almost dinner time. Let's find a place to drink, and I'll take you to have some fun in the evening..."

casually found a small restaurant. Zuola carefully read the menu and ordered some wine and dishes. He was not as rich as Master Rudy. Zuola had tens of thousands of gold coupons in his arms and needed gold coins to spend them carefully one by one.

"What are you playing with?" While waiting for the wine and dishes to come up, Silestor finally couldn't help asking. When he came out of the weapons store, he saw a spearhead playing with a spearhead in his hand from time to time, and he didn't know what was interesting about this thing.

"Ha ha, this is my harvest today," said the ghost and stabbed the bone mosquito in his hand and said, "Do you remember the hall behind the weapons store? After you went in, one looked at the armor and the other looked at the big axe drooling. I turned around and saw this strange in the corner of the wall. I was thinking about what it was. An old man with a white beard came over and insisted that I was predestined with this thing, so he gave it to me for nothing.

"An old man gave you one of the treasures!" Zola was shocked and quickly took the bone mosquito needle in the ghost's hand and looked at it. Unfortunately, this weapon was really different from the axe he used, even different from the current mainstream weapon, so Zuola, an instructor of the axe battalion, could only come to a helpless conclusion after looking at it for a long time. This weapon was as strange as the ghost, so The old man is right. This strange weapon called bone mosquito needle really matches the ghost.

After a few words, the topic came to the magic sword of the axe camp. Only then did Zola say that the magic sword collected by the patriarch Doraya is called Autumn Frost. It is said that it can only be regarded as a medium-quality spiritual weapon. The body of the sword is inlaid with a frozen warcraft core, so it always exudes a bone-permeable cold air. However, due to the material of autumn frost and the quality of magic crystal, it can only rank in the middle and lower reaches of the magic sword. At least Zuola knew that a winter frost in the frozen magic sword is much better than it.

In fact, the three of them still haven't seen the best weapons today. The back hall of the weapons store is already a boutique, but in terms of quality, it is only a weapon and there is no spiritual weapon. If you can see the magic weapon inlaid with magic crystals, it will be a real feast for the eyes.

There are not many weapons on the mainland that can be embedded with magic crystals. First, there are too few magic crystals, either growing in some powerful monsters, or they exist in some extremely dangerous environments. Ordinary people can't find it at all. Besides, the magic guild always buys magic crystals at high prices, whether natural or biological. All of them are forced to buy equipment magicians at a sky-high price, so the blacksmiths in the mainland can't find a magic crystal to practice.

However, magic weapons appear in Zuo'er Island. Even agricultural tribes such as the Axe Camp can still exchange 50 bison and 200 jars of wine for a magic sword. If calculated according to the price at the time of delivery today, a bison has 1,000 gold coins and 200 gold coins for an urn of grain wine. This magic The sword spent a total of 90,000 gold coins, and the price is not too high even if it is put on the mainland!

The three people quickly finished their dinner while sighing at the luxury and development of the inner city. Zola took them along the street quickly. After about two blocks, they came to a arena called Fight Club.

The fight has always been popular on the mainland, so these exiled nobles took him to Zuo'er Island. There are more than a dozen large and small arenas in the inner city, and Zuo Lalai can only be regarded as a small one.

"Oh, it's quite lively," the first fight had begun when the three people came in. On the arena of more than ten meters, two gladiators were fighting fiercely with half-armed daggers.

"Cut him to death! Cut him to death! Cut him to death!" As soon as he sat down, he became excited and shouted loudly at the attacking gladiator. The ghost came out of the arena, and his eyes turned to see the scale of the arena. The arena is not big, and it can only accommodate ten people. There are not many spectators outside the field, but they are more involved. Many people are pulling their necks and shouting 'Kill him!'