When they arrived at the shop, Old Patch was still eating melon seeds there. (8) (1) Δ 『Δ』Chinese Δ Net┡.*81.

The skin of the melon seeds has even gone beyond the soles of his shoes, but he still enjoys it.

"Uh...... I said "Old expert," I said with a black line on my forehead, "Do you like to eat melon seeds so much?" ”

Old Patch swallowed the melon seeds in his mouth, picked up the water bottle on the side and poured two sips, moistened his throat, and then replied: "Yes, the hobby of my youth has become a habit now, and I can't change it."

"But I haven't seen you eat melon seeds before......"

Old Patch shook his head and said: "You don't understand this, this kind of melon seed will only be available in this season, and it will only be produced in Vicky Castle." ”

"Yo, it's so high-end," I praised and said, "I guess this thing must be quite delicious." ”

Old Patch was mysterious: "Do you want to try it?" ”

I took one of them, bit open the shell, ate the kernel inside, and chewed it carefully.

I couldn't help but spit out my saliva and tried to spit out all the melon seeds that I had eaten in my mouth, but I couldn't do it.

The kernel of that melon seed turned out to be bitter!

I ate a bad one with the first melon seed, this luck is simple!

I wanted to cry without tears, so I spit out a few more mouthfuls, and when I saw Old Patch looking at me with a smile on his face, I was unhappy and said, "You melon seeds, there are bad ones!" ”

"Don't worry, not even one of them is bad" Old Patch patted his chest and said, "These melon seeds are carefully selected, and each one is guaranteed." ”

"No, it's really bad, the one I ate is bitter!" I explained.

"This melon seed is originally bitter," said old Patch, "Did I say it wasn't bitter?" ”

"Damn, old expert, you're cheating," I began to accuse old Patch, "Why didn't you make it clear earlier?" ”

"You didn't ask me," said Old Patch unhurriedly.

I was very upset when he put me on the move, and I took a long breath to relieve my mood, but the moment I inhaled, I was intoxicated.

The air, before entering my body, flowed through the most bitter part of my mouth, and the air that had no taste, in an instant, became sweet and clear, like a mountain spring, refreshing the whole body.

"Ahh

In the afterglow, Old Patch looked at me with a smile on his face and said leisurely, "How is it, do you feel it?" ”

I took a few more deep breaths, and I felt that it was still so sweet, and I couldn't help but ask, "What's going on?" Why is the air sweetened? ”

Old Patch said seriously: "It's not that the air is sweetened, but because of the melon seed you just eat, you feel the air is sweetened." ”

"I'll go, it has such a magical effect!" I gave a thumbs up and praised: "It's really a good thing, come and give me a few more grains, just a few grains, don't be so stingy, just a few grains, hey!" You're a miser, you're hiding! ”

I saw that Old Patch cautiously hid the melon seed bag in his clothes, waved his hand helplessly, and said, "Forget it, forget it, I don't want it." ”

As he spoke, he rubbed past him, entered the weapons shop, and said as he walked, "Let's get down to business." ”

Old Patch patted his body and entered the shop, he didn't talk to me directly, but went into the kitchen inside, took out a broom and dustpan, went to the door and swept up all the melon seed skins scattered all over the ground, and poured them into the public garbage bin not far away, and then swaggered back to the store.

Patting the garment, he stood on the feet of the counter, which made it look a little bigger.

"You're going to clean up," I laughed.

"Of course," said Old Patch, "this weapon shop is also my own place, and no one will help me clean it if it gets dirty, and besides, if I don't clean it, it will affect my business." ”

"I didn't expect you to have such a consciousness," I sighed, "I thought you were the type to let the door get dirty and not clean it."

"Don't be so shameless about me," Old Patch protested, "Do I look like that kind of sloppy person?" ”

I looked deeply at Old Patch, looked around again, and finally nodded earnestly.

Old Patch suddenly became distracted from me.

"Alright, alright, let's stop the joke, let's get down to business."

With that, I put the spider's front legs and the hemp slasher on his counter.

Old Pache first glanced at the Matthew knife, his face changed slightly, and said, "What's wrong with this knife?" How did it become more numb? ”

I sighed and said wistfully, "Hey, it's hard to put into words." ”

Then, I said solemnly: "So, this trip, I hope you can make this knife stronger and stronger!" ”

"Sturdier and stronger?" Old Patch said, "What do you think this is, refining?" If you want to be stronger and stronger, where will it be so easy. ”

As he spoke, he broke the miserable slashing horse sword, and said: "This knife, although it is made of medium-grade steel, I can guarantee that under my smelting, it is not inferior to the toughness and strength of high-grade steel, and in Ari City, most of the adventurer's weapons are low-grade steel, and only those who are very rich will use high-grade steel, and even enchanted weapons and magic weapons." ”

There was disdain in his eyes, which was a look at the loser: "I have seen so many adventurers, but I have never seen a person like you, who uses a medium-grade stainless steel knife into hemp." ”

"Hey, look at what you said, as if I was a loser" I said unpleasantly, "I don't want to, who let me meet an opponent who is a very Amon!" ”

"Amon?" Old Patch frowned and pondered, and asked, "Is it a fifteenth-layer monster or a sixteenth-story monster?" ”

"It's fifteen."

"Oh, I see," Old Patch thought for a moment, and said, "What level is that monster?" ”

"Level seven."

"How many levels are you?" He asked again.

"Level seven."

"You're fighting monsters of the same level?"

"yes," I said.

"You're on your own?" There was an incredible glint in his eyes.

"yes."

"You can fight monsters of the same level alone!" Old Patch's eyes bloomed with surprise again, and this time, the way he looked at me was no longer incredulous, but deeply suspicious: "You lied to me? ”

"Do I have to lie to you?" I'm a little helpless.

"You really didn't lie to me?" Old Patch emphasized again.

"You say it again in that tone, believe it or not I'm throwing you out?"

A row of bursting tendons had risen on my forehead.