An hour later, Foxy and Donald Duck finished their udon noodles and left with 50,000 Bailey under the boss's numb expression.

Large bowls were already piled up on the table.

It's not that the boss hasn't seen anything that can be eaten, but it's all adults, but Faulksie is just a teenager, and at first glance he looks like a child whose noodles haven't molded.

He doesn't look very old at a young age, but his appetite is very arrogant.

And the duck, if the boss hadn't confirmed that it was indeed a duck several times, he would have thought that there was someone special pretending to be some.

"Have you eaten enough?"

Walking down the street, Foxy looked at Donald Duck with a satisfied face.

"Quack, quack."

Donald Duck patted his swollen belly and fluttered his big eyes.

"It's good to be full."

Immediately afterward, Foxy and Donald Duck wandered around, but Foxy seemed to be looking for something, asking about any weapons shops nearby along the way.

After going around and down the streets, Foxy came to the front of a weapons shop with a peculiar name, selling knives.

Pinching his slipper's chin, Foxy guessed that this should be the place.

Walking into the store, there was a dozing man behind the counter, already bald at a young age, but the hair on both sides was very lush, similar to the hairline of Foxie's previous mess.

In addition, the man's nose is very red, like a strawberry, and the tip of his nose is bubbling with sleep bubbles at this time, and his head is little by little.

Looking at the various weapons decorated in the store, there are eighteen kinds of weapons such as swords, guns, swords, halberds, and although the store is not large, it is fully equipped.

"Knock.. Boom.."

Walk up to the counter and knock on the table while Donald Duck wanders around the store, staring at a knife and poking it with a flat beak.

"Welcome."

Hearing the noise, Ichimatsu yawned.

"Boss, do you have any good weapons to recommend?"

Foxy looked around, specifically at the nooks and crannies.

"Go, go, what weapon a little guy buys."

Although Faxxy is taller than him, he knows that he is a little kid by looking at the childishness on his face that has not yet been completely taken off.

"How can a businessman push his business out, this is my military rank."

Foxy pulled out the sergeant's badge from his pocket and looked at a book with a playful face.

"Sergeant?"

Yisong picked up the badge and looked at it, a little surprised.

This teenager in front of you is the navy? Or a sergeant?

It must be relying on relationships to go through the back door.

Ichimatsu began to disdain.

"Boss, I don't think your shop is very good, there shouldn't be any good weapons!"

Ignoring Ichimatsu's disdain, Foxey pursed his lips and looked uneasy.

"Who said that, my shop has been inherited for 200 years, how can you be despised by a little ghost, and if you want to buy good weapons, do you have money?"

Stimulated by Foxie's words, Ichimatsu snorted softly.

"Money is not an issue, the key is that you have a good weapon?"

Foxy clasped his hands over his shoulders and looked at Yisong condescendingly.

"There must be good weapons, but are you a little ghost rich?"

A loose book is not false at all.

"You can't do without the money, take out the weapon first and let me see it."

Frowning slightly, Yisong looked at Foxy with some doubt.

"Does Major General Flying Squirrel know?"

Seeing that a book of pine oil and salt did not enter, Foxy had a flash of inspiration, and became arrogant on the spot.

"Major General Flying Squirrel, I know that I came to Rogue Town half a month ago to arrest a lot of pirates."

Yisong's expression became solemn.

"To tell you the truth, Major General Flying Squirrel has an extraordinary relationship with me, and the weapon I chose this time is for him."

After listening to Foxie's words, Yiyi Song showed such an expression, and he knew that the little ghost in front of him had become a sergeant by virtue of his connections.

"Well, if there are any good weapons or famous knives, take them out."

looks like a big tyrant, and he is not short of money, and Foxy is full of confidence.

"You wait."

Ichimatsu hesitated, left the counter and ran towards the backyard, and it didn't take long for him to come out with a long box in his arms, and put it on the counter with a somewhat serious expression.

"Snow go, the body of the knife is black lacquer too knife holding, the blade is a small T-shaped knife, the scabbard is more delicate and gorgeous, it is one of the fifty works of the good fast knife, if I remember correctly, Major General Flying Squirrel is a swordsman, this is my ancestral treasure of the town store, as long as you can afford it, I will sell it to you."

Opening the long box, Ichimatsu took out a long sword and gritted his teeth as if he was constipated.

"Good knives."

Taking the snow and leaving, Fukesi pulled out the scabbard, shook his hand, and the cold stream shone brightly, and the sword seemed to have snowflakes on its body.

"How much."

"Fifty million Bailey."

"How much do you say?"

Foxy was taken aback, if he remembered correctly, this guy would have been given to Sauron for nothing twenty years later!

Why did you come to him and ask for money? Or fifty million Baileys?

"No counteroffers."

Looking at Foxie, one pine and one serious.

Closing the scabbard, Faulsey hesitated.

According to his thoughts, he didn't plan to learn swordsmanship, at most, he would cooperate with the Devil Fruit to kill the enemy, which didn't require too superb swordsmanship, it was as simple as chopping.

And you can give it away if you don't need it, it's all a favor.

"Can you have less?"

Although this knife is not as good as the big fast knife and the supreme fast knife, it is also a good fast knife, you must know that even the good fast knife is only fifty in the world.

"This is a good knife, 50 million Bailey is already the lowest price, I still look at the discount on the face of Major General Flying Squirrel, if you don't buy it, forget it."

Close the box, and a loose piece will be taken back.

"Slow, 50 million is 50 million, but I have one condition."

"On what terms?"

"You give me another weapon."

"As long as it doesn't exceed a million Baileys, take your pick."

A book pointed to the dazzling array of weapons in the store.

"Don't go back."

"The most important thing in doing business is integrity, are you insulting me?"

Foxie's questioning made a book glared angrily.

"Okay, that's a deal." Ignoring Ichimatsu's rage, Foxy casually pointed to the corner of the wall, where several barrels had some scrapped weapons stuck in them.

"I'll pick one out there, you're okay with it!"

"Don't blame me for taking advantage of you, it's all discarded weapons, originally 50,000 Baileys, if you want to pick any ten or eight, I'll give them all to you."

Yisong is also like Foxy before, and his money is a floating cloud in his eyes.

The corners of his mouth curled, and Foxy walked into the pimple waste sword and began to rummage.

He wasn't sure if the three generations of Oni were here now, after all, it was here that Zoro was found 20 years later.

At first, Foxy wasn't sure if it was the store, but when the owner took out the snow and left, Foxey knew he had found the right place.

But when will so many waste swords be found? Foxy doesn't have the natural power of a swordsman to be in line with the famous sword.

"Boss, how much is all this pile of waste swords?"

Foxy turned to look at a pine.

"A million." Ichison held out a finger.

"I want it all, and I'll lend it to me first."

"Take it!"

A let go waved his hand.