Dewey seemed to notice my awkwardness, and asked, "Is there anything wrong?" ”

I shook my head, looked around, and said, "Phoenix, they're not here." 『(8)Ω(1)Chinese』 ８⒈”

Dewey also stood on tiptoe and looked around, "Yes, with their height, they should be quite eye-catching, it seems that they are shopping in other neighborhoods." ”

"Perhaps," I sighed, "why are women born to shop?" ”

"This is the same as why men are born to love beautiful women" Dewey said: "If you have to explain it clearly, it can only be replaced by two words, nature." ”

"Haha, that's right," I scratched my head, snorting as I continued to walk with Dewey.

The barbecue in Vichburg is very unique, salty with a little sweet, and it is very refreshing and delicious, which is very different from the spicy and salty barbecue we make ourselves.

Dewey told me, "Dwarves and goblins like to eat something a little sweet, so whatever kind of snack it is, it's always a little sweet. ”

I thought to myself: It's good that it's just a snack with a sweet taste, and if even the staple food is full of sweet taste, what a terrible phenomenon it will be.

Sweet beef noodles...... It's scary to think about.

Girls naturally like to go shopping and buy clothes, and rightfully so; Actually, boys naturally like to go shopping, but we don't like to buy clothes, but we like to look at weapons.

This is also the reason why Zephyr 6 is dominated by male adventurers - men are born with a pool of aggressive blood in their bones.

Perhaps because dwarves and goblins prefer weapons over other races, in Vicky Castle, there are several shops selling weapons, and the interior facilities are large and luxurious.

From the very beginning, there were stalls filled with all kinds of weapons, knives, guns and clubs, bomb puppets, and all kinds of delicate gadgets, which dazzled me.

However, after most of the circle, I came up with an interesting pattern: the dwarves sold weapons that they had forged themselves; The goblins either sell bombs, firecrackers and the like, or they specialize in selling some delicate gadgets, in short, the stalls that sell cold weapons will never have hot weapons, and the stalls that sell delicate gadgets will also not have any weapons or anything mixed in.

The classification is very clear, and the sales are very specific.

I asked Dewey, "Why don't you mix them up and sell them?" Wouldn't that be better? ”

Dewey said: "You are talking about the situation of individuals selling personal things, in Vicky Castle, all the stalls are serving ourselves, the more things we sell, the more we gain, the less things we sell, the less we harvest, for the benefit of everyone, everyone here is working hard." ”

But—

"I don't think I see any foreigners moving here," I said, "so you'll be selling your things to your own people." ”

Dewey smiled and said: "Of course, Vicky Fort is a semi-public town to the outside world, and we all live underground, so we don't see much sunlight all day long, so naturally no other ethnic groups like to come here." ”

"Well," I sighed, "and you're losing a lot of income from travel." ”

"Is that a lot of money?" Dewey said with a smile: "The profit we get from selling a batch of weapons is far more than dozens of times the profit from traveling, and we don't expose our own secrets to outsiders." ”

Dewey's remark makes a lot of sense, not to mention the Mithril Mine, but only a laboratory and a testing ground, if it is placed on Earth, it will inevitably be treated as a secret in a period of similar exhibition, no, maybe the word secret is more appropriate.

Actually, in the weapons shop, there is nothing that interests me too much.

All kinds of swords, I don't use a sword, and I'm not good at using a sword, the only time I use a sword is because my weapon is broken, fell into the gap space, and I have to use it as a last resort.

Speaking of knives, the one I carry on my back is the big knife I am best at, and it is also the one that can communicate with me, the tone of speech is very polite, and the temperament is quite arrogant, and the weird big knife.

Especially recently, the probability of it complaining has obviously increased significantly, and I'm also a little used to it, and I have a life of a big knife that can complain, and I won't be used to it if I am asked to fight with a knife that can't speak.

As for the other weapons, hehe, I can only say that they are not good at all.

The hammer is too heavy, the axe is too big, and if I could fly the darts thing, I would have been buskering a long time ago, nunchucks...... That's what Master Bruce Lee used, I can't control it, the fire, the smoke is big and rushing, and there is no difference between firing a shot and blowing a coal stove.

In short, neither cold nor hot weapons are suitable for me.

And what about those delicate gadgets, what kind of puppets for sweeping the floor, puppets that can take out garbage, puppets that can pour tea, and puppets whose meaning is unknown, and only spin in place......

By the way, are you sure you're not stealing the broken parts in the lab and selling them?

Out of the shop, Dewey led me in the direction of the street.

Halfway through, I saw a ...... No, it's two tall and magnificent buildings, standing there.

Dewey pointed to the one on the left and said, "There, this is the city lord's mansion of the goblin clan." ”

As he spoke, he pointed to another building next to him and said, "Next to it is the city lord's mansion of the dwarf clan." ”

The two palaces are next to each other, like conjoined babies.

I asked Dewey, "Is this really good?" The two city lords' mansions are next to each other, and they still look so similar, will anyone be mistaken about something? ”

Dewey said: "How is it possible, our goblin clan and the dwarf clan are very harmonious, even if we are really mistaken, it is the same to find one of the city lords." ”

Hehe, it's really a casual town.

Under Dewey's leadership, we successfully entered the City Lord's Mansion, the Goblin's City Lord's Mansion.

Soon, we came to a large office, and on the desk in the center of the office sat a very, very unattractive little old man.

Dewey told me that he was the lord of the goblins.

I stepped forward, and before I could speak, he jumped down from the tall chair first, skipped me directly, walked quickly in front of Dewey, held Dewey's hands tightly, and said tremblingly: "Brother, are you back?" ”

Brother? Brother!

it!

I was momentarily confused.

The city lord of the goblin clan is actually called Brother Dewey, is this brother an honorific title, or is it really a relationship that has been fixed because of blood?