Chapter 220 Harold’s Home

I can feel that Harold is looking at me with a frown, but I don't plan to say anything to him here. After all, we are on the street, no matter how few pedestrians there are, there is still the possibility that the walls have ears. I don't want to alert the snake and put myself at risk. Get involved.

Harold and I didn't say another word after that.

In his puzzled eyes, we arrived in front of Old Patch's weapons shop. Seeing that the lights were on, I opened the door directly and shouted: "Expert, expert, are you here?"

"Who are you calling an expert? How many times have I told you, my name is Patch!"

In the room, a slightly older voice replied dissatisfiedly. Although he was old, he was full of energy.

I walked straight to the counter and looked over: "Hey, expert, what are you eating? Take it out, whoever sees it will get a share!"

In front of him, under the counter, old Patch was bent over, eating red berries the size of fingernails.

That thing looked very tempting, and it also exuded a faint fragrance, which directly stimulated my taste buds.

Old Patch raised his head, smiled at me, and said: "This thing is fresh and can't be bought in ordinary places."

As he said that, he handed one to me.

After I took it, I looked at it and pinched it a few times. It was soft, like a cherry.

I threw it into my mouth and chewed it a few times. In an instant, a sweet and sour juice spread freely throughout my mouth.

"Hmm~hmm~" I groaned a few times, swallowed all the juice with a gulp, and praised: "It's delicious, it's really delicious. I said expert, what is this?"

Old Patch chuckled and said, "This is a berry my niece sent me by mail. It is a berry that is specially produced in Fort Vicky. The locals call it ruby ​​berry."

"That's good." I praised and reached out my hand, but Old Patch stopped me. Then, as if to guard against thieves, he quickly stuffed the bag containing the ruby ​​​​fruit under the counter.

After doing this, he clapped his hands and said, "What do you want from me?"

"Tch, you're so stingy." I rolled my eyes at him, glanced at Harold waiting at the door, and then said, "I want to ask you to do me a favor."

"Should we make weapons or equipment?" Old Patch asked.

"I want you to come with me and help me choose something."

Old Patch thought for a while and asked, "What do you want me to pick for you?"

"Just follow me and you'll find out."

With that said, I left the counter, walked to the door, and stood side by side with Harold.

"This is..." When Old Patch saw Harold, he was startled for a moment, as if he was thinking about something, then he suddenly slapped his head and said, "I remember, you had a duel with An Xiaoyi before. that!"

Harold smiled and said politely: "Hello, my name is Harold."

Old Patch looked between Harold and me several times and said, "How did you two get together?"

I felt awkward listening to what Old Patch said, so I argued: "Look what you said, what do you mean by getting together? You said it as if he and I were having sex. We are really together." The friendship between comrades who have fought in the war!"

Hearing what I said as if he was great, Old Patch looked at me deeply and said, "I don't quite understand what you mean. Also, it's getting late and I'm going to close. What do you mean?" Let’s discuss the matter tomorrow.”

"Hey, it's not funny, I just wanted to ask you to come over and help me choose. It won't take long."

"If you don't go, you won't go." Old Patch turned back and began to pack the things in the shop.

It can be seen that he seems to have a problem with Harold, and he probably regards Harold as a bad guy who threatens his shop.

I glanced at Harold out of the corner of my eye and noticed that his face looked a little embarrassed.

Why.

I sighed. It seemed that there was really nothing I could do. I didn't want to use this trick in the first place.

Ahem.

I cleared my throat and said nonchalantly: "Ghost-faced spider skin, ghost-faced spider skin"

As soon as he said these words, Old Patch was like a cat that had been electrocuted. His whole body trembled and he froze. After a while, he turned his head stiffly, with an ugly smile on his face, and said in an unhappy tone: "Where are you going to pick something up?"

I'm delighted, this trick really works.

No matter how thick-skinned you old Patch is, you can't stand the favor of a ghost-faced spider skin from me!

After locking the shop door, old Patch followed us with a look of displeasure.

There was silence all the way, no one spoke, either they had their own thoughts, or they were looking around. Not long after walking, they turned out of the civilian area and entered the aristocratic area.

When the two guards guarding the noble area saw that the person coming was Harold, they didn't ask much. They just saluted him and continued to stick to their posts.

"Bah, the difference between high and low is so obvious. It is indeed the style of Airui City. If this were in our Fort Vicky, not to mention civilians and nobles, even civilians and royal families would live in harmony, and there would be no soldiers guarding it at all."

Old Patch muttered unhappily.

The sound was loud and I heard it clearly. I peeked at Harold and found that his face looked a little ugly. It seemed that he had heard it too.

I originally wanted to take this opportunity to laugh at him, but after all, I had to pick things from his treasure house soon, so I couldn't bear it, so I turned my head and smiled apologetically at him.

Harold responded helplessly.

Soon, we came to a manor. A high iron fence surrounded a large area of ​​land. There were all kinds of flowers and plants planted on the land. The red and green ones were really beautiful, and they were made of marble. The fountain is gurgling with water.

Each garden has several marble-paved paths. On both sides of the path, every three to five meters, a magic street lamp will be erected, illuminating the entire path and the flower beds on both sides clearly visible.

Around the manor, there are four two-story buildings, which are the same size as ordinary residents' houses, and in the center stands a small castle.

The foundation of the castle is made of white marble, and the top is made of brown glazed stone. The overall look is more solemn and majestic.

"Let me go, Harold, this is your home!" I exclaimed.

Old Patch on the side had been stunned for a long time and couldn't even speak.

Harold laughed dryly and nodded awkwardly: "Ah, yes, yes."

"It's quite impressive!" I praised again, took off my gauntlet and put it in my bag. I reached out and touched the iron door: Oh, this door is made of high-quality iron. It's better than mine. The original weapons were hundreds of times better.

Old Patch calmed down and said sourly: "This place is really grand. How much does it cost?"

Harold coughed twice and cleared up the awkward atmosphere.

He fiddled with a square object on the door and said to it: "I am Harold, open the door."