I could feel Harold frowning at me, but I wasn't going to say anything to him here, after all, on the street, even if there were few pedestrians, there would be a possibility that the wall would have ears, and I didn't want to get myself involved. (8) ┡Δ』ΩΩ(一)┡中Δ文网 .81.

After that, Harold and I didn't say a word again.

In his puzzled gaze, we came to Old Patch's weapons shop, and when I saw that the lights were on, I pushed open the door and shouted, "Expert, expert, are you there?" ”

"Who's the expert! I've told you how many times, my name is Patch! ”

In the room, a slightly old voice replied dissatisfied, although old, but full of energy.

I walked straight to the counter and looked at it: "Hey, expert, what are you eating, take it out, you can see it!" ”

In front of him, under the counter, Old Patch was hunched over, eating red berries the size of his fingernails.

It looked very tempting, and it had a faint fragrance that directly stimulated my taste buds.

Old Patch looked up, smiled at me, and said, "This thing is new, and you can't buy it in ordinary places." ”

As he spoke, he handed me one.

I took it, looked at it, and pinched it a few more times, and it was soft, like a cherry.

Throwing it into my mouth, I chewed it a few times, and in an instant, a stream of sweet and sour juice spread freely all over my mouth.

"Uh-huh" I let out a few low groans, grunted, swallowed all the juice, and praised: "It's delicious, it's really delicious, I said expert, what is this?" ”

Old Patch smiled and said, "This is a berry that my niece mailed over, and it is a specialty in Vechiburg, and the locals call it Ruby Fruit." ”

"That's good," I said, reaching for my hand, but Old Patch stopped me, and then, like a thief, shoved the bag of ruby fruit under the counter.

After doing this, he clapped his hands and said, "What are you looking for me?" ”

"Cut, that's stingy" I gave him a blank look, glanced at Harold waiting at the door, and then said, "I want to ask you to do me a favor." ”

"Is it a weapon, or is it a weapon?" Old Patch asked.

"I want you to come with me and help me pick something."

Old Patch thought for a moment and asked, "What do you want me to help you choose?" ”

"Follow me and you'll find out."

With that, I left the counter and walked to the door, standing shoulder to shoulder with Harold.

"This is ......" When Old Patch saw Harold, he was stunned at first, as if he was thinking about something, and then slapped his head sharply and said, "I remember, you are the one who duel with An Xiaoyi before!" ”

Harold smiled and said politely, "Hello, my name is Harold." ”

Old Patch looked at Harold and I several times in a row, and said, "How did you two come together?" ”

I felt awkward when I listened to Old Patch's words, so I argued: "Look at what you said, what do you mean to come together, as if I was engaged in a relationship with him, this is an authentic friendship between comrades who have fought together!" ”

As if I was great, Old Patch looked at me deeply and said, "I don't quite understand what you mean, and besides, it's getting late, I'm closing, so let's discuss what you said tomorrow." ”

"Hey, it's not interesting, I just want you to go over and help pick it out, it won't take long."

"If you don't go, you don't go," Old Patch turned around and began to pack up the shop.

It can be seen that he seems to have a lot of opinions about Harold, and he probably regards Harold as a bad guy who threatens his shop.

I glanced at Harold and felt a little embarrassed.

Ay......

I sighed, it seems that there is really nothing I can do, I didn't want to use this trick in the first place.

Ahem.

I cleared my throat and said casually, "Ghost-faced spiderskin, ghost-faced spiderskin......"

As soon as these words came out, Old Patch was like an electrocuted cat, his whole body trembled, and he froze there, and after a while, he turned his head stiffly, with an ugly smile on his face, and said in an unhappy tone: "You, where are you going, picking things?" ”

I'm happy, and it worked.

No matter how thick-skinned you are, Old Patch, you can't stand my whole ghost-faced spider skin!

Locking the door of the shop, Old Patch followed us with an unhappy face.

There was silence all the way, no one spoke, either they had their own thoughts, or they looked around, and after walking for a short time, they turned out of the civilian area and stepped into the noble area.

The two guards guarding the aristocratic quarter, seeing that it was Harold, didn't ask much, just saluted him, and then continued to stick to their posts.

"Phew, the difference between the noble and the low is so obvious, it is worthy of the style of Ari City, if this is in our Vicky Castle, not to mention the commoners and nobles, even the commoners and the royal family also live in harmony, there will be no soldiers guarding at all."

Old Patch muttered unpleasantly.

It was loud, I could hear it very clearly, and when I peeked at Harold, I felt that his face was a little ugly, and it seemed that he heard it too.

I wanted to laugh at him, but I couldn't bear to pick something from his treasury for a while, so I turned my head and smiled apologetically at him.

Harold reluctantly responded.

Soon we came to a manor, with a high iron fence enclosing a large area of land, planted with all kinds of grass, red and green, and marble-carved fountains, gushing with water.

Each garden has several marble-paved paths, and on both sides of the path, every three to five meters, there will be a magic street lamp, which will clearly illuminate the entire path and the gardens on both sides.

On the perimeter of the manor, there are four small two-story buildings, the size of ordinary residents' houses, and in the center, a small castle stands.

The foundation of the castle is made of white marble, and the top is made of brown glazed stone, which looks more solemn and majestic.

"I'll go, Harold, this is your house!" I was amazed.

Old Pache on the side was already stunned, and he couldn't even speak.

Harold laughed dryly and nodded awkwardly, "Ah, yes, yes." ”

"Impressive!" I said again, took off the gauntlets, put them in the bag I carried, and I reached out and touched the iron gates: oh, they were all made of the finest iron, a hundred times better than my original weapons......

Old Patch relieved himself at this time, and he said sourly, "This place is really magnificent, how much does it cost?" ”

Harold coughed dryly, taking the awkward atmosphere aside.

He fiddled with a square object on the door and said to it, "I'm Harold, open the door." ”