The clerk walked up, looked in the direction of his finger, suddenly turned around, and smiled, "Sorry, sir, this is not." (8) (1) Chinese Network .ㄟ81.

"No?" I was interested: "Why, could it be that this clay figure is a rare treasure?" Used to pass on the town store? ”

"Sir, you misunderstood," the clerk smiled, "This is the clay figurine that our manager's nephew made when he came, and it was put here and not put away." ”

"Poof," Harold let out a muffled laugh.

I was speechless.

Immediately, scratching his head, he snorted, and said, "That, what, haha, I saw that this mud was so popular and majestic, and I was infected unconsciously, haha...... The manager's nephew is a clay modeler, and it's really exquisite......"

The clerks looked at each other, smiled, and did not speak.

Harold coughed twice, grabbed my arm, and said, "It's time for us to go, your weapon is still waiting in the warehouse." ”

I was stunned and pulled out of the store, and it wasn't until Harold told me the reason why I understood why he was in such a hurry to take me out.

The owner's nephew is a five-year-old kid with a runny nose, peeing and mud.

That clay figure is just a four-like thing that his nephew made casually.

However, I do not agree with Harold.

In all seriousness, I said to Harold: "Don't underestimate bear children, they not only have unimaginable destructive power, but also have more creativity than ordinary people." ”

Harold scoffed at this.

Well, I'll admit that half of the above is nonsense, at least the first half of which I didn't say.

Another half hour or so parallel to Harold, we came to a slightly secluded residential area.

Turn left and right, and you will come to a very nondescript building.

The building is ordinary, there is nothing special about it, the only thing that is noteworthy is that it has no windows, only four walls, and a huge iron gate, on which hangs a brand-new, well-made lock.

"Arrived?" I asked.

"Here we are."

Harold took the key from his waist and stepped forward, opening the door.

The room was pitch black, he first motioned for me to wait outside, and then walked in, about ten seconds later, the room lit up, and Harold's voice came from inside: "Come in." ”

Before I even stepped through the door, I saw a dense crowd of weapons.

And when I stepped into the room and walked around, I couldn't help but sigh: "The Great Guild really deserves to be a Great Guild, and even the inventory of weapons has such a large pomp. ”

In the room, dozens of rows of tall shelves were displayed, and the shelves were filled with dense weapons.

There are all kinds of weapons, and each one is very well maintained, shiny and sharp.

From near to far, the rows looked closely, and he flicked the surface of the weapon with his fingers a few times, making a series of crisp, low sounds.

Harold stood by and watched me scrutinize the weapons, silent.

Seeing that he looked idle, I asked, "What are these weapons?" ”

"Made of fine iron," Harold replied.

Fine iron, which is only stronger than inferior weapons and ordinary iron, is a low-level material in Zephyr 6.

The iron piece I used at the beginning was made of this material.

"That's all?" I asked.

"Of course not."

"Then why don't you show me a better weapon?"

Harold pouted: "I see that you are distracted, I am not embarrassed to disturb you." ”

"Damn!"

As Harold walked towards the center of the arsenal, he came to a wall.

There was a secret door, and a large and delicate lock hung from it.

Taking out another key, Harold quickly opened the large lock, and when the door was pushed, a row of stairs appeared in front of him.

Under the stairs, there is a faint light.

Harold motioned for me to come with him.

The staircase is hewn out step by step and is spacious, about twenty or thirty steps.

Accompanied Harold down to the bottom, turned around and looked, and there was a light in front of him.

The space below is noticeably wider than above, and there are more weapon shelves than above, and the weapons lined up not only look shiny and sharp, but also feel cool to the touch.

"These are all steel weapons?"

Harold nodded, "That's right. ”

As he spoke, he casually pointed his finger and said, "Here are ordinary steel weapons, here are low-grade stainless steel weapons, there are medium-grade stainless steel weapons, and there, those shelves are all high-grade stainless steel weapons." ”

"But what you promised me was an enchanted weapon," I said.

"Yes," Harold said, "I didn't let you pick these weapons, I just let you see them." ”

"Damn!"

Following Harold again, he came to a secret door, and when he took out the third key, I teased: "Your protective measures are too strict, don't you bother with a weapon and a door?" ”

Harold said, "I think it's always worth the effort rather than being stolen." ”

I was speechless.

The door opened, and it was pitch black inside, and Harold casually touched the wall, and in an instant, the dazzling light shone brightly.

"It'......" I glanced at the wall with interest, and there was something like a switch on it.

"The switch of the magic lamp," Harold said, "this is different from the ordinary touch type magic lamp, and it is more expensive. ”

"Goblin production?" I asked.

"Goblin Production."

Looking around the room, there were only two weapon shelves, and there were only a dozen blades on the shelves.

Among them, there are three or four weapons of each type, most of which are knights' swords, but there are only two swords.

One is similar to the Matthew knife, with a wide head and a narrow body, and the blade is curved downward.

The other is a big sword, the length is the same as mine, if you wear it on the waist, you can't pull it out, you can only take out the sword.

I suddenly remembered Qin Shi Huang.

This Humpty Dumpty man was the same back then, he built a sword that was longer than himself, and it was majestic on his back, but unfortunately it was useless in actual combat.

The simplest evidence was already reflected when Jing Ke was assassinated.

If it weren't for a doctor who was quick enough to respond and Zhao Gao, who could shake his wit at a critical moment, he might have died in the process of drawing his sword.

Come to think of it, it's quite suspenseful, if the first emperor of China dies in the process of drawing his sword, it will be really funny.

What great achievements, the hegemony of the emperor, may really only exist in laughter.

The only thing people can remember may be the glorious deeds of him who pretended not to be forced but was done.

After thinking about it, I still don't have any interest in this excessively long knife, and I have used it anyway, so if I use it again, I may not need to adapt to the process again.

So, I said to Harold, "I'd like to see that Matthew first." ”