Changing into new clothes, I felt extremely refreshed and comfortable, the pattern on my left arm was also firmly covered by the newly bought bandage, looking at the happy girl next to me happily circling around, a sense of steadfastness that I had never felt before penetrated my heart.

That's life.

I exchanged the rest of the money at the bank for a higher denomination, and counted four gold coins, twelve silver coins, and two copper coins—more than all the belongings I had ever stolen.

Listening to the crunch of the money bag, I fell into reflection.

For a long time, the copper coins and materials dropped by the low-level mobs that I exploded were ruthlessly ignored by me, and only a few silver coins and rare materials of slightly valuable value could really catch my attention.

This is one of the big reasons why I am so poor.

In contrast, Phoenix does a good job of this.

No, it's too good.

It's outrageously good.

The hard shell of the Beetle and the hardened tentacles of the Beetle are reasonable, and these things can be used as additives to increase the hardness of the equipment.

Goblins' nails and ghost-faced maggots' tooth decay are barely enough to make some of the ornaments that are beloved by the wicked rich.

But I just can't figure out what the use of that disgusting slime is going to be, and what kind of black food anyone likes to use it for?

But Phoenix's view of this is unique.

She told me that this kind of thing, when it dries up, clumps into sturdy lumps that are difficult to separate again, can act as a glue to fix some broken old furniture.

Look, what a little girl who knows how to run a house, she will definitely be a good wife in the future.

I'm already thinking about when I'm going to take her down.

Passing by a weapons repair shop, I remembered the scarred knife behind my back, and I had forgotten the last time I repaired it, and my heart was filled with guilt.

"I'm going to fix my weapon, you go to the café and wait for me first, I'll be here later."

I took out three gold coins from my pocket and handed them to Phoenix's little hand, and I told her worriedly: "Put it away well, don't be stolen again, you know?" ”

Phoenix nodded earnestly, turned around, and ran away happily.

I looked helplessly at the back of this nervous girl leaving, and sighed deeply.

Walk into the weapons repair shop.

The boss is a goblin with a profiteer's face, no matter who he looks at, he always has a thief's evil smile, and with his middle-parted black wig, he looks like a traitor who keeps screaming "Taijun" and "Taijun" in the movie.

He was barely up to my waist, crossed his hands, and put them on his abdomen, pretending to have a very enthusiastic expression, but anyone who looked at him could clearly tell that it was definitely not sincere.

It seemed to see that I was a poor boy with little money in his pocket, and his eyes unconsciously showed contempt and discrimination.

I've seen all of this, but I'm not going to bother with him.

I'm not here to listen to his false flattery, but to repair the broken knife on my back.

The moment he took the knife, I could deeply feel his extraordinary emotion.

"I'm a weapons repair shop, not a rag recycling depot!"

He finally couldn't suppress his anger and roared at me.

"But it's a weapon."

I replied innocently.

"You call this a weapon?"

The goblin boss's green face turned greener: "This is simply a worn-out scrap iron piece with a knife hilt!" ”

"You said it was a weapon!"

Looking at the goblin boss's angry expression, he was really a little worried that his mid-part wig would fall off.

Actually, I quite understand that these repairers who repair weapons are very difficult to raise the price of repairs without saying that a weapon is useless.

So from beginning to end, I listened to him smiling and scolding me, and occasionally nodding my head to express my understanding and support for him.

The boss finally stopped jumping or scolding, wiped the sweat from his brain, took out a small bottle from his loose robe with trembling hands, unscrewed the lid on the vial with great effort, poured out two red pills with a bang, tilted his neck, grunted, swallowed the pill into his mouth, and then picked up the water cup filled with cold boiled water on the side, grunted, swallowed the pill, and then sat down on the chair, panting with difficulty.

Looking at his green and blue face, I silently nodded in my heart.

In order to raise the price of repairs, he really tried his best and exhausted his skills.

The acting skills of pretending to be sick are close to the actor, if it is on earth, it is not an exaggeration to win ten or eight Oscars for Best Actor in a row.

But it didn't work for me at all, and even if it was for the show, I would only have one gold coin, twelve silver coins, and two bronze coins all over me.

Besides, I only spent four silver coins on this sword, which means that if the repair cost exceeds the price of four silver coins, I will definitely not accept it.

"Excuse me. How much does it cost? ”

I asked cautiously.

The corner of the goblin boss's eyes twitched, he slowly raised his hand, threw the worn-out knife on the counter, pointed it, and said to me weakly: "Take your things and go out." ”

Yes???

I didn't understand what the goblin boss meant.

"I told you to take your 'weapon' and leave my shop, and don't come again, you're not welcome here!"

The goblin boss roared at me with the last of his strength.

I covered my ear with one hand, muffled the goblin boss's noise to me, picked up my worn-out sword, and reluctantly walked out of the weapons repair shop.

"Really, I don't know how to be hospitable at all," I muttered, heading towards another weapons repair shop.

The door creaked open, and a petite and slender dwarven girl poked her head out of the back room and said angrily, "Uncle Patch, why are you screaming so loudly that I can't even sleep?" ”

"I'm sorry, Mi Lulu, my uncle is so excited."

The goblin boss looked at the dwarven girl with love in his eyes.

"I don't care, it will be bad if I wake up Auntie" Mi Lulu said worriedly: "Auntie's body is still very weak." ”

The dwarven girl quietly closed the door, looked at the pill bottles scattered on the counter, and asked suspiciously, "Uncle Patch, why did you make your old mistake again?" ”

Pami let out a long sigh, a pair of pale eyebrows twitched a few times, and with anger that had not completely subsided, he said angrily: "It is a young warrior who has a worn-out piece of iron for me to repair, and says that this piece of iron is his weapon, which is simply an insult to my profession!" ”

Ahem.

Mi Lulu hurriedly stroked Pami's back to help him calm down, while reproaching angrily: "Really, you are excited again." ”

Waving his hand, Pami sat up slowly, the expression on his face was very serious, and said: "Looking at the young man's expression, I didn't think he was teasing me, but I was just very angry, the weapon is the life of an adventurer, how could he be so casual in the selection of weapons!" ”

"Maybe he's better at using iron sheets."

Mi Lulu comforted Pami and said, "Maybe he has his own troubles. ”

I do have a hard time, and I have it now.

So far, I have been kicked out of the door by the owners of ten weapons repair shops, holding the iron piece in my hand, which I have always regarded as a sword, and falling into deep thought.

Looks like I've been cheated on anyway.

A year ago, on the same street, I met a wandering foot merchant, who was dressed very gorgeously, holding a bunch of swords of the same system in his hand, and beckoning to me with a mysterious expression on his face: "Little brother, do you want to buy a weapon, a hardcover, bulk legendary sword, only ten gold coins." ”

At that time, I was tired of the rude method of killing mobs with wooden sticks, and was wondering if I should buy a weapon to use, when I happened to run into this guy.

Looking at this guy's sincere expression, I was a little moved, and I felt through all the bags that could hold money all over my body, and finally found four silver coins.

I looked at the guy for a moment, then at the four silver coins on display in my hand, and said to him with some pity, "No, I don't have enough money." ”

Before I could take the fifth step, he stopped me in a painful voice, and when I turned my head, I saw his face that had been constipated for many days and was in pain.

"That's it, little brother, I see that you are in love with me, and this sword will be sold to you for four silver coins, as a friend."

As he spoke, he reluctantly pulled out one of the knives and handed it over slowly, and I even saw tears in the corners of his eyes.

So, I used four silver coins to buy this 'Legendary Sword' that was sold in bulk.

When I first started using it, I wasn't very optimistic about this sword, because it had a small flaw, that is, its blade was a bit piao.

That's right, it's piao, and if you look closely, you'll see that it stretches in an arc from the handle to the tip.

This kind of knife with a slight curve is generally very floating when used.

In order to ensure that the trajectory of the knife is not too strange, I abandoned the commonly used knife technique and started the process of creating my own knife technique.

It took a lot of effort and time to perfect my self-created knife technique.

When I first performed my own sword technique in the dungeon, I was shocked not only by the teammates who teamed up with me to kill monsters, but also by the monsters I was fighting against.

Since then, no adventurer has wanted to team up with me.

I asked them why, and they wouldn't answer me, just a 'I don't know him' look and hurried away.

Later, a kind adventurer told me that those people were not afraid of death, but they were afraid of being embarrassed, and they wanted to kill me every time they saw me using my own knife technique. I always feel like I can't afford to lose that person.

That's why I've been alone all the time.

It wasn't until later that I met Phoenix, a single-cell brute force naïve giant [breasts] Lori who praised my good knife skills.

By the way, there is also a small squeak.

Thankfully, it doesn't speak, but when it dares to show the slightest bit of shame, I'll cut it into potato chips without mercy, and it's definitely the kind that sees through the face.

Far from it.

The first person to fix my knife was an old man who loved to laugh and was also a foot trader.

When I showed him the scarred knife in my hand, the sunny smile on the old man's face was gone.

He sighed and repaired the knife for me, and asked me worriedly about my experience of killing monsters in the dungeon.

When I told him about the knife technique he had created, the old man hid his face and began to cry.

While crying, he patted me on the shoulder and said to me, "Child, I'm sorry for you, and I haven't even opened the front. I don't know how you hacked those monsters. ”

Then it dawned on me why the monsters in the dungeon that I had my head struck were just as miserable as the monsters that had been hit in the head with a wooden club.

The old man repaired my knife and left lonely, not forgetting to wipe his tears from me before leaving.

I thought it was a reluctance to give up on me.

But since then, the old man has disappeared, some say that he became depressed for some unknown reason and changed careers, and others say that he left this sad land and went to another city.

Either way, I never saw the old man again.

The old man is gone, and I have not found a tinker who will repair my sword.

Looking at the blade that was already a little mutilated, I really missed the old man who repaired the knife for me, and his unforgettable laughter.