Chapter 242: Armory

The clerk came up, looked in the direction of his finger, turned his head suddenly, smiled and said, "Sorry, sir, this is not for sale."
"Not for sale?" I was intrigued: "Why, can it be said that this clay figurine is a rare treasure? It is used to pass down the town shop?"
"Sir, you have misunderstood" the clerk smiled and said: "This is the clay figure our store manager's nephew squeezed when he came here. It was put here, but it was not put away.
"Puff" Harold let out a smirk.
I was speechless for a moment.
Immediately, he scratched his head, slapped haha, and said, "Well, what, haha, I think this mud is so popular, majestic, and unconsciously infected, haha... the store manager’s nephew is Learn the clay sculpture, what you do is really exquisite..."
The shop assistants looked at each other, smiled suddenly, did not speak.
Harold coughed twice, took my arm, and said, "We should go now. Your weapons are still waiting in the warehouse."
I was stunned and pulled out of the shop until Harold told me why, I didn't understand why he took me out in such a hurry.
The owner's nephew is five years old this year, a little kid with a runny nose, peeing and playing in the mud.
That clay figure was nothing more than a four-dimensional image made by his nephew.
However, I do not agree with Harold's words.
Seriously, I said to Harold: "Don't underestimate the bear kids. They not only have unimaginable destructive power, but they also have creativity beyond ordinary people."
Harold scoffed at this.
Well, I admit, I made up half of the above words, at least I didn't talk nonsense about the first half.
Parallel with Harold for about half an hour, we came to a slightly hidden residential area.
After turning left and right, you came to a very inconspicuous building.
This building is ordinary, without any special features. The only thing worthy of attention is that it has no windows, only four walls, and a huge iron door. On the iron door, there is a brand new and well-made lock.
"Arrived?" I asked.
"Arrived."
Harold took the key from his waist, took a step forward, and opened the door.
The room was dark. He first motioned me to wait outside, then walked in. About ten seconds later, the room lit up, and Harold's voice came out from inside: "Come in."
Before stepping through the gate, I already saw a dense array of weapons.
And when I stepped into the room and walked around, I couldn't help sighing: "The Great Guild is indeed the Great Guild, and even the inventory of weapons has such a big pomp."
In the room, dozens of rows of tall shelves are displayed, and the shelves are filled with densely packed weapons.
There are all kinds of weapons, and each one is very well maintained, shiny and sharp.
From near to far, I took a close look at it in rows, and lightly flicked the surface of the weapon with my fingers, making a string of crisp and low noises.
Harold stood by, watching me take a closer look at these weapons, silently.
I saw him looking like he was idle, and asked: "What materials are these weapons made of?"
"Made of fine iron," Harold replied.
Fine iron is a material that is only stronger than inferior weapons and ordinary iron. It is a lower-level material in the Hefeng Continent.
The iron sheet I first used was made of this material.
"Only these?" I asked.
"of course not."
"Why don't you take me to see better weapons?"
Harold curled his lips: "I think you are in a daze, so I'm not ashamed to disturb you."
"by!"
As Harold walked towards the center of the weapon arsenal, it didn't take long before he came to a wall.
There was a secret door there, and a large delicate lock was also hung on the door.
Taking out another key, Harold quickly unlocked the big lock and pushed the door, revealing a row of stairs in front of the secret door.
There was a faint light under the stairs.
Harold motioned me to follow him.
The stairs are cut out from the first step and the other. They are very spacious, about 20 or 30 steps.
Following Harold down to the bottom, he turned to take a look, and his eyes lit up again.
The space below is obviously wider than the one above, and the weapon racks are more than those above. The weapons arranged in it not only look shiny and sharp, but also feel cool to the touch.
"These are steel weapons?"
Harold nodded: "Yes."
As he said, he 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 top-grade fine Steel weapons."
"But what you promised me was an enchanted weapon" I said.
"Yes" Harold said: "I didn't let you choose these weapons, I just let you see them."
"by!"
As Harold walked forward again, he came to a secret door. When he took out the third key, I laughed and said, "Your protection measures are too strict, one weapon and one door. Don't you too much trouble?"
Harold said: "Compared to being stolen, I think it's always worth the effort."
I was speechless.
The door opened, and it was dark inside. Harold touched the wall casually, and in an instant, the dazzling light brightened.
"This is..." I looked at the wall with interest and found that there was something like a switch on it.
"The switch of the magic light" Harold said: "This is different from the ordinary touch type magic light, it is more expensive."
"A goblin product?" I asked.
"A goblin product."
Looking at the room, there were only two weapon racks, and only a few dozen weapons were placed on the racks.
Among them, each weapon occupies three or four, most of which are knight swords, but there are only two in the tai sword category.
One is similar to the Matthew Sword, the head is wide and the body is narrow, and the blade is curved downward.
The other is a big sword, the length is about the same as mine, if it is worn around the waist, it can't be pulled out, and it can only be pulled out with the sword.
I suddenly thought of Qin Shihuang.
This short fat man did the same back then, forging a sword that was longer than himself, and his back was majestic, but it was a pity that it was useless in actual combat.
The simplest evidence was already reflected in Jing Ke's assassination.
Had it not been for a doctor who was able to respond quickly enough, and Zhao Gao who was able to tremble at critical moments, he might have been dead in the process of drawing his sword.
Thinking about it, it's quite suspenseful. If China's first emperor died in the process of drawing his sword, it would be really funny.
What great feats, Huangtu domineering, may really only exist in the jokes.
The only thing people can remember, may only be his ‘glorious’ deeds that he pretended to be unable to resist being committed.
After thinking about it, I still don't have much interest in this long and overly long sword, and I have used it before. If I use it again, I may not need to adapt to the process again.
So, I said to Harold: "I want to look at the matte knife first."
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