Chapter Ninety-Six: Messy Stuff
After the first few contacts, the businessman's keen insight gave Patch a preliminary understanding of me, and knew that I was a person who usually liked to talk nonsense, so he didn't take the joke to heart, but just gave me a cruel look.
"I said," interrupted the rest of my rambling by old goblin Patch, "why did you come back so early today?" β
"Oh?"
I wondered, "Do you know when I usually come back?" β
"I know," Patch said, gesturing to the door, "I mostly look out of the glass of the gate when I'm fine." β
He continued: "Although this gate looks gray from the outside in, it is very clear from the inside out. β
"Huh." I took a look, really, and quipped: "Anyway, you pay so much attention to me, do you have the heart to marry your niece to me~"
Hearing this, Patch pursed his lips and said, "Again, I have to ask my niece's opinion on this matter, andβ"
He deliberately lengthened his tone, glanced at me, and said, "I don't know if your two flowery wives will agree." β
I was stunned, and instantly understood, he was referring to Phoenix and Cagalli, I smiled bitterly, and said, "It's okay to say two, actually." It's three. β
"Gotta my stinky boy!"
Patch pointed at me and laughed, "I don't know how you poor boy charmed them, but having two wives is already very good, and I want a third." β
Look, to tell the truth, no one believes it.
I spread my hands helplessly.
After a few cups of tea, it was useless for a while, and it was getting dark, and the streets were lit up with magic street lamps.
Old Goblin Patch went into the workshop to build weapons, and for a moment there was a tinkling of them, while I was bored with a teacup and looking around.
Through the glass, the street outside the door was reflected clearly, and they were in a daze, and several familiar figures passed by the door, it was the phoenix and they were back.
I thought about going out and going home with them, but seeing the three of them staring at each other, I decided to go back by myself for a while.
Who said that if you open a harem, you will definitely be warm and happy, and the girls around me have never been harmonious since the beginning.
After a while, the sound stopped, and Patch walked out with an old towel wiping her dirty face.
"You're not gone yet?"
"No," I replied, "By the way, expert, see if you can make this thing into equipment." β
I reached out and took the carapace dropped by the ghost-faced spider from my pocket and handed it over.
Patch took off his gloves, turned the carapace, bent it a few times, then took out the knife, made a few strokes on it with the back of the knife, pinched his chin and thought for a while, and said: "This thing has good toughness, and it is also very strong, it should be very good to make leather armor, but the block is a little small." β
He looked up and asked, "What kind of material is this, and where did you get it?" β
"Ghost-faced spider skin," I replied, "I hit the material dropped by the monster." β
"Ghost-faced spider!"
Packy's pitch is high, and the goblin's voice is relatively high-pitched, which is very harsh.
I plucked out my ears and frowned, "Is there a problem?" β
"You. You're a high-level adventurer! β
Patch was surprised: "I really don't see it, I always thought that you poor boy was at most a low-level adventurer of less than three levels. β
"Not as good as you think," I waved my hand and said, "I'm just a mid-stream adventurer, not a high-end adventurer at all." β
"How could it be," Patch said, "I heard from my niece that only high-end adventurers in their guild are qualified to kill ghost-faced spiders and explode high-grade materials. β
"Hey, it's not as powerful as you think," I was a little helpless, and said, "I just happened to encounter a ghost-faced spider, and it took a lot of effort to kill it, and then I dropped this thing." β
Patch squinted, raised his head, stared at me for a long time, and finally sighed and said, "Forget it, it doesn't matter how you got it, tell me, how are you going to use this thing?" β
"What do you think can be done?" I asked.
"A pair of gauntlets."
Patch said without thinking.
"Nope."
I bluntly refused, this old goblin is still calculating my gauntlet, and I really can't take it lightly.
When the old goblin Patch saw through the trick, he sighed and said, "Cuirass and shoulder pads, knee pads, elbow pads, you can choose one." β
"Protect your breasts" I was also helpless: "How much?" β
"Ten silver coins."
"Hey, old fellow, aren't you robbing money!"
"That's already a discounted price!"
"Cheaper, five silver coins will do?"
"If you bargain again, I'll charge the normal price!"
"Okay, count you ruthless, it's a silver coin, give!"
I angrily handed over ten silver coins, and the old goblin smirked.
"When will it be done?"
"Come and get it tomorrow."
I nodded, seeing that it was getting late, I stood up and began to pack my weapons.
"You're leaving?" The old goblin asked.
"Let's go" I returned, and as soon as I got to the door, Patch's voice came: "If my niece gets good grades, I'll invite you to drink!" β
"Okay, I'll wait for the day."
When I left the weapons shop, the first thing I did was to go to the cafΓ© to pay off the debt, and after selling the materials, I just had exactly seven gold coins in my pocket, and I handed them all over to the proprietress in one go, and finally paid off the debt.
The proprietress shook the seven gold coins in her palm, nodded with satisfaction, suddenly turned her head, and grinned at me with a treacherous smile.
"Still, what's the matter?"
I was shocked, and I couldn't figure out what kind of conspiracy the proprietress was going to play.
"Don't panic, your money has been paid off, it's not a matter of money."
The proprietress said with a smile.
"So, what's that?"
My heart was very uneasy.
"You see, owing money has never happened to me, and you're a special case."
Listening to the proprietress words, I became more and more uneasy, but I couldn't guess what she was going to say next, so I had to continue to answer: "Ah. Yes, this one is, thanks to the generous hostess. β
"I'm afraid it's not enough to thank you" The proprietress changed her words and said, "You have to know how to be grateful~"
Me: "... β
Suddenly, a very bad illusion came to mind, and he suddenly came back to his senses, clasped his hands in his arms, and said: "Old, boss lady, chastity is a big matter, you, don't force me, otherwise I will call!" β
A pile of sweat droplets instantly condensed on the proprietress forehead.
She twitched the corners of her eyes, and said helplessly, "What kind of mess are you thinking about?" β