Returning to the point again, I placed the front legs of the demonized spider on the counter and presented it to Old Patch for a closer look. Δ』(8)Δ(一)Chinese』Δ网 . ８⒈

Although it has been a day and has not been stored, the front legs of this demonized spider do not seem to have changed much, and there is no dehydration or smell in it.

It still looks very fresh, as if it has just been chopped.

Old Patch reached out and pinched the thin skin of its broken skin, and then took out a pair of sharp scissors from under the counter and slashed it twice, but there was not even a gap.

Then he went into the house, and for a long time he tinkered, and when he came out, he had in his hand a large pair of red tongs with the tip burned, and the boiling heat came to his face, and in an instant the little shop was lifted twice.

"You are ......" I was afraid that he would destroy the material of the forelimbs, and wanted to stop him.

Old Patch said leisurely: "You have to try its resistance in all aspects before you can make up your mind." ”

As he spoke, the fiery pincers were firmly imprinted on the corner of the forelimb, and there was a sizzling sound, and at the same time, a white vapor like a thin gauze steamed up.

This is a phenomenon when the water is steaming.

"If it's just good toughness, then this spider leg basically can't make any good equipment" Old Patch felt the steaming of the white gas, and said: "So, don't feel sorry for the demonized spider skin before you, although it has good toughness, it is unfortunately neither heat resistant nor fire-resistant, and it is not a good material." ”

"Don't make excuses for your mistakes," I bluntly debunked his intentions: "The reason for my anger is not just a piece of monster skin, but the fact that you gave it to someone else without my consent!" ”

"Ahem" Old Patch coughed dryly and muttered, "The smell of this white gas is really choking." ”

Yes, I forcibly changed the subject again.

After the scalding, Old Patch seemed to be a little dissatisfied, scratched his head, thought for a while, and then walked back to the back room, and after a while, he came out again, and the cold iron tongs in his hand became red again.

I didn't speak, but sat and watched, and after tossing and turning like this five or six times, I let out a sigh, put the iron tongs that had cooled again, on the counter, and stretched out my hand to pinch the skin of the spider's legs, which had become shiny and shiny.

grabbed a piece of protruding spider leg skin, bent and broke it hard, and pulled it for a long time, but he didn't tear off the small piece of protruding leg skin, but he looked at it with a hideous expression of grinning teeth.

Taking a breath, Old Patch wiped the sweat oozing from his forehead and said, "Yes, yes, this time the spider leg skin is much better than the complete piece last time, it is simply not a level." ”

"What do you mean by that?"

Old Patch pinched the shiny and shiny spider leg skin and said, "You see, this time the spider skin, after being ironed with iron tongs, has hardly any brittleness, but has become more tough. ”

"Brittleness? What do you mean? I asked.

Old Patch explained: "To put it simply, it means that after ironing, it becomes hard and brittle, and when you break it hard, it will break in two. ”

"Holy, so wicked."

Old Patch took out a ruler from under the counter, began to measure it on the spider's legs, and fiddled with it for a while before he said, "The skin is good, and the amount is quite sufficient, what are you going to make?" ”

"Outer armor!" I said, "Do you still need to think about this, such a big spider leg is just right to make an outer armor." ”

"Outer armor...... Old Patch pinched his chin and thought for a while, "How many sets are you going to make?" ”

"How many sets can you make?" I asked.

Old Patch carefully straightened the thickness of his thighs, the spider legs that were more than one person long, and thought seriously for a while before he said: "You can make up to six pieces of outer armor of your size, or the kind without sleeves." ”

I thought about it for a moment and said, "Let's make six small pieces." ”

"Trumpet's?" Old Patch glanced at me, "Can you wear a trumpet?" ”

"Leave that alone."

"Oh" Old Patch suddenly seemed to understand something, his eyes were full of joy, and his mouth came out with a hehehehe.

Looks like he's guessed my intentions.

"Okay, six small ones, what about the rest of the materials, what are you going to do?"

I saw that Old Patch always had light in his eyes when he looked at the spider leg skin, and grinned, "The rest of the materials, this price, will be counted as the labor fee this time." ”

"Oh, how can this work, this is what you beat" Old Patch suddenly excused himself, and anyone could see that he was hypocritically humble.

"It's useless for you to talk nonsense, believe it or not, I'll take back the rest of the materials," I said.

Old Patch was so frightened that he hurriedly hugged the spider leg, for fear that I would snatch it away.

Seeing that he looked like he was looking at the spider's legs as his life, I said: "You make these six clothes well, don't be short of catties and two, I will come to you again if I have materials in the future." ”

Old Patch nodded his head in joy.

Then, I reminded, "Also, don't lose the spider leg again this time, if you lose it again, I won't come to you again." ”

"Okay, good," said old Patch, who trembled with glee, and I supposed that the value of the remaining materials would be no less, and even much, much higher than the cost of labor.

Sure enough, when I asked about the old Patch handicraft fee, the old Patch waved his hand and said generously: "It's all old friends, how hurtful it is to talk about money, this time, I will do it for you for free." ”

It seems that the value of the surplus material is indeed beyond my imagination, should I consider taking it back?

But come to think of it, since what I promised, I still have to honor it, and the rest of the materials belong to Old Patch, and I only take six finished products.

Asked when he would come to get it, Old Patch said, "Your sword is not difficult to build, but these six pieces of outer armor ...... You know, the skin is so tough that it took me a long time to break it all down and stitch it all together. ”

"Just say how long, give me the exact time," I said, "whether it's a week, or a month." ”

"Two weeks," said Old Patch, "two weeks is about the same." ”

"Okay, I'll pick it up in two weeks."

After a few more pleasantries, and greedy for a handful of special melon seeds, I left the weapon shop satisfied.

Before I walked out the door, I heard a violent cough coming from inside the room.

On the way back, I was thinking about what the six pieces of armor would look like, whether the Great Tai Knife should also create a suitable knife technique, and what kind of disease the old Patch's wife had.

I suddenly felt some sympathy for old Patch, a goblin with smelting dignity, who had to put on a false smile all the time for money, and that money was not squandered by himself, but to save his wife's illness.

Such a man......

... Maybe it's great.