Chapter 188: a sword

The feeling of numbness after the electric shock is fading away, and the feet can feel strong feedback, and the long-lost force makes McGonagall's mood easier.
It was like a stone that was pressed against the heart and suddenly moved away. From then on, it was possible to say goodbye to the crippled name. Although it was not enough to go to the ground, it was enough to be a normal dad.
"The efficiency of cooking should be at least doubled. It is estimated that I have to recruit another waiter." McGonagall whispered to himself and walked toward the white weapon.
Although it passed every day, the white-stained weapon shop McGonagall did not go in once.
The size of the house is similar to that of McGonagall. The houses on the Aden Square are similar in size to the individual storefronts. They were built in the same year, but some large shops will open several stores.
The house was built with a black generous stone, and it looks like there are traces of recent repairs. The surface is not so smooth, and the dwarf's rough character is somewhat similar.
A small iron rod was found at the door, three round thin iron pieces were hung on the top, and the three characters of 'the weapon shop' were written in red. It seemed to be repeated many times, and the handwriting overlapped each other. Fully, witnessed the ironsmithing career of the dwarf old blacksmith.
There is a wooden door in the weapon, but the wooden boards in the direction of the door are all detachable. During the day, the white will remove them all and put them aside. The wooden doors are completely open.
You can faintly hear the sound of hitting the shovel, and McGonagall is glad that the soundproofing effect of the restaurant is good, otherwise listening to the iron every day is a torture.
McGonagall stood in the doorway and looked in. It was a place similar to the weapons exhibition hall. On the right side of the wall and on the two rows of wooden frames, there were various weapons hanging on it, and there was a stone shop inside and one outside. Separated by the wall, a small opening was made on the wall, and the other side was placed with four chairs against the wall. The pattern looked very simple, and the black stone paved floor looked quite clean.
As big as a mountain axe, as small as a small flying knife, a long sword, a short sword, a mixed iron stick, an epee... As long as it is a mainstream weapon, it can almost be found on the weapon rack, and the bright light outside the house is on the weapon. With the cold cold, it is a sharp feeling that can be seen.
"A weapon that can sell a thousand gold coins is really not normal." Meg's eyes lit up, although the previous guns played more than the cold weapons, but this point is still there.
The white-colored weapons shop almost heard the late night, and it is obvious that the business is really good. The weapon is the most important partner of a warrior. The quality may determine the outcome in the battle, so an old blacksmith has accumulated for many years. The credibility is better than what advertising.
The white weapon shop is like this, the city of chaos, the craft can compare with his dwarf no more than three. As for the weapon of anybody, it is also a lot of different opinions. A blacksmith shop can keep it for decades. The hot business has already explained everything.
McGonagall lifted his legs across the threshold and whispered into the door. In addition to the sound of iron, he could faintly hear the conversation between the men. McGonagall listened carefully for a while, and the speaker was McGonagall. Hello, it seems that after eating breakfast in the morning, Harvey did not go back, but stayed in the blacksmith's shop.
"Mae boss?" The sound of the iron suddenly stopped. The white-white probe looked out from the mouth and was unexpectedly called.
"Ink-white boss, idle and bored, look around, you continue to work." McGonagall said with a smile, he really just came over and looked at it. It’s a bit strange that a restaurant owner buys weapons, and it’s easy to make people Good aspects of association.
"Mc boss, are you also planning to play with a weapon?" Haha turned from the back and watched Meg smiled.
"I just have a good kitchen knife, just to see a strange." McGonagall shook his head with a smile. In addition to looking at the strange, McGonagall actually wanted to see how much heavier weapons would be appropriate with his current strength.
When McGee Alex was in full bloom, he used an all-black epee, which was heavy and could be a sword.
McGonagall's body has recovered. It is not a problem to pick up a hundred pounds of weight, but it is a bit difficult for him to take a hundred pounds of sword as a weapon.
"System, do you sell weapons?" McGonagall asked in his heart, and the white ink was too expensive here.
"This system does not provide damage weapons." The system sounds sound.
"Well, I will buy it directly here." McGonagall said.
"If the host is practicing swords to practice the knife, it is not impossible to sell a host, but hope that the host can guarantee that the weapons of the hand are a sword of justice, will not be used to hack people." The system hesitated.
"I just bought and hacked people, and I want to be one-of-a-kind, if you don't have it." McGonagall, with a bit of sarcasm: "Sword of Justice? Do you want to sell children's toys?"
"Host, you have bought children's toys many times, please don't look down on children's toys. The craft of children's toys is no worse than being a weapon. The producers are betting more than a cold weapon, and the price of high-end toys. It is still much higher than weapons, so why do you look down on selling children's toys?" The system sounded sound.
"..." McGon thought for a moment, but it was really speechless. Amy’s music box cost two hundred gold coins. If I changed to a more advanced toy, it would not be impossible to price more than one weapon.
"Also, the boss of the wheat, if the hands are holding the sword is a loss, the world can have one less inferior knight, but not a wheat boss." Harbin nodded in deep thought.
"If it's Meg Alex, it's not a knight who is inactive." Meg was thinking in his heart, laughing and walking toward a long sword hanging on the wall, laughing and saying. "Yeah, when it’s a chef, it’s good.

"If you want to buy a play, I suggest you take the one on the side, short, maybe it will suit you." The white ink around a thick black apron came out from the inside and looked at McGonagall. Said with a smile.
McGonagall looks too thin. Before he saw that he only needed to hold the stove to cook, the lady sword might be more suitable for him. There was no contempt, and the one that McGon wanted to take. Although the blade is slender, it can still be about ten pounds, and I am afraid that Meg has twisted his hand.
"I think this should be about the same." Meg reached out and picked up the sword. The hilt with the ancient lines was slightly cool in his hand, but a blood suddenly came up from his heart.