Chapter 122 A Whole Skin

"Hahaha, hahaha" Harold suddenly smiled on his face, very cheerful, but a little helpless.

He pointed at me and said, "This is the first time I've seen such an unreasonable little guy like you."

"I've always been reasonable!" I replied, a flash of inspiration suddenly flashed in my mind, my face darkened, and I said to Charles: "Hey, Charles, you said the owner of this shop owes you five dollars." One hundred gold coins, is that true?”

Harold's expression changed after hearing this, and he looked at Charles with complicated eyes.

Charles trembled and said: "You, don't talk nonsense, it's just five gold coins. He only borrowed five gold coins from me!"

"Hey, in the blink of an eye, five hundred became five." I sneered: "Just now in the store, I shouted confidently, 'The other four hundred and ninety-five gold coins are interest,' what else can I do? I borrow your money, and I have the final say on the interest,' or something like that."

Charles looked at Harold's increasingly complicated eyes with trepidation, his face turned pale with fright: "You are talking nonsense, how could I, Charles, do such a thing!"

"Hey, why do you call yourself Charles now?" I grinned, showing a lukewarm smile: "Didn't you just keep shouting that you are 'Mr. Charles'?"

"Charles, when did you become a master?" The male adventurer behind Harold was still looking at Charles with a smile on his face.

The female adventurer next to me glanced at Charles with contempt, then turned to me and never looked at him again.

"Well, I understand the general situation you mentioned," Harold said: "Since you are also a victim, let's do this. I will help you resolve your grievances first, and then we will talk about the problems between us. What do you think? ?”

Seeing that Harold was reasonable and curious about how he would solve this matter, I nodded and said, "Okay."

Harold turned to Charles, the expression on his face had changed from peaceful to serious and cold, and his small eyes always showed a terrifying majesty.

He pulled out the two-handed sword on his back and inserted it in front of Charles. His right hand was placed on the top of the sword hilt, and his left hand was placed on top of his right hand. He looked domineeringly and looked down at Charles, whose legs were trembling and he was about to collapse to the ground, and said: "God of creation, Charles, I hope you can tell the truth. But one day in the future, I find that what you said to me today was a lie. No matter where you live, I will chop off your head!" "

Charles plopped down and sat down on the ground. He timidly responded to Harold's serious gaze. It took him a long time to respond: "Yes!"

"Then let me ask you," Harold asked with a stern face, "Have you ever asked the owner of this shop for five hundred gold coins?"

"Me, me." Charles was so cold that he couldn't stop bleeding. He always wanted to avoid Harold's frightening eyes, but his body refused to obey his orders.

"Yes or no?" Harold suddenly raised his voice, startling the people around him.

"Yes, I do," Charles said with a cry: "I asked him for five hundred gold coins, but it was just a joke, just a joke."

"Is it really a joke?"

"Really, there's no mistake, it's absolutely true," Charles said hoarsely, "How could I just ask for gold coins from Charles's people?"

"Very good." Harold turned back and glanced at me, and said: "Although he owes you five gold coins, your behavior is shameful. This behavior also slanders Airui City. Now I ask you , are you willing to accept the punishment?"

"I am willing." Charles lowered his head, like a deflated rubber ball, unable to raise his temper.

"Well, in view of the bad influence you have caused, I have decided" Harold said: "You will personally cancel the debt owed to you by this weapon shop, and deduct ten gold coins from your salary as compensation for the smearing of Airui City. You Are you willing?"

"Yes, I do."

The old goblin Patch, who was still peeping at the door fearfully, couldn't help crying with joy when he heard these words, and the next second, he fainted.

"Then the next question" Harold asked: "Did you take away the child's breastplate?"

"No, I don't have this, no!" Charles's eyes were wandering, and he was lying at first glance, but at the same time, Harold could also read huge panic and uneasiness from the depths of his eyes.

"Really?" Harold tried to ask again.

"No, I didn't, absolutely not." Charles sweated even harder, and even tears were forced out of the corners of his eyes. Within a few seconds, a pool of fishy yellow liquid flowed out of his lower body. He actually became incontinent due to fear. .

Seeing this, Harold's two men hurriedly moved a few steps aside. The female adventurer even covered her mouth and nose with her hands, wishing to run away thousands of miles away.

Harold frowned, dragged Charles, and threw him towards the nearby adventurers with bruises and swollen faces who were mixed in with the crowd, and said: "Take your master back, don't let him come out and embarrass himself again."

Several adventurers swarmed up, held Charles up by his nose, and dragged him out.

It must be said that the smell of Charles' urine was really strong. When the crowd, who had been crowded just now, saw that he was being dragged over, they were so frightened that they quickly spread out of the way, allowing them to leave unimpeded.

Harold turned around and said to me: "It seems that it is difficult to distinguish the authenticity of the breastplate. However, I would like to ask, why are you so obsessed with that breastplate? Is it your family heirloom? Or is it that its materials are very precious?”

"It has nothing to do with what you said." I sighed and said, "The matter of fighting for the breastplate is just to show my attitude. Anything that belongs to me, not even a needle or a thread, is allowed to be Others are meddling wantonly."

"I see." Harold nodded and continued to ask me: "Since you said that, I think this matter can be solved like this. Although there is no way to return the breastplate to you, you can tell me the materials for making the breastplate. I, I will compensate you according to the amount of materials, what do you think?"

"Well, okay, let's do that." I nodded with satisfaction.

"Please tell me your production materials." The male adventurer next to me asked me with a smile without changing his expression.

"The skin of the ghost-faced spider" I said.

"A complete skin of a ghost-faced spider." Old Patch suddenly popped out of the door. He didn't know when he woke up.

"Uncle." Mi Lulu, who was standing behind her, didn't know what her uncle was planning.

"A complete skin of a ghost-faced spider?" The male adventurer said one word at a time. After a while, he raised his head and asked with doubt in his smile: "Are you really not joking?"