Chapter 248 Magical Bitter Melon Seeds

When they arrived at the shop, Old Patch was still eating melon seeds.

The skin of melon seeds has even touched the soles of his shoes, but he still enjoys it.

"Uh, I'm an old expert." I said with a black line on my forehead, "Do you really like eating melon seeds that much?"

Old Pachi swallowed the melon seeds in his mouth, picked up the water bottle on the side and drank two sips to moisten his throat, and then replied: "Yes, the hobby when I was young has become a habit now, and I can't change it~"

"But I've never seen you eat melon seeds before."

Old Patch shook his head and said: "Don't you understand this? This kind of melon seeds can only be found in this season, and it can only be produced in Fort Vicky."

"Hey, it's so high-end and classy." I praised it and said, "I think this thing must be quite delicious."

Old Patch asked mysteriously: "Would you like to try it?"

I took one of them, bit open the shell, ate the kernel inside, and chewed it carefully - ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah!

I couldn't help but spit, and tried hard to spit out all the melon seeds that I had eaten. However, I still couldn't do it.

The kernel of that melon seed is actually bitter!

The first melon seed I ate was a bad one. What a blessing!

I was about to cry but had no tears, so I vomited a few more times. When I saw old Pachi looking at me with a smile on his face, I said unhappily: "You melon seeds, some of them are bad!"

"Don't worry, not even one of them will be bad." Old Pachi patted his chest and said, "These melon seeds have been carefully selected, and each one is guaranteed."

"No, there are really bad ones. The one I ate was bitter!" I explained.

"These melon seeds are inherently bitter," Old Patch said, "Have I ever said that they are not bitter?"

"Damn, old expert, you're cheating me." I started to accuse Old Patch and said, "Why didn't you make it clear earlier?"

"You never asked me," Old Patch said calmly.

Being tricked by him, I felt very unhappy. I took a long breath, trying to relieve my mood. However, the moment I took a breath, I was actually intoxicated.

The air, before entering my body, flowed through the most bitter part of my mouth. The originally tasteless air suddenly became sweet and refreshing, like a mountain spring, refreshing my whole body.

"Ah~~~" I couldn't help but let out a long series of happy moans.

Out of the corner of my eye, Old Patch faced me with a smile on his face and said leisurely: "How are you? Do you feel it?"

I took a few more deep breaths and found that it was still as sweet as before. I couldn't help but ask, "What's going on? Why has the air become sweeter?"

Old Patch said seriously: "It's not that the air has become sweeter, but because of the melon seeds you just ate, you feel that the air has become sweeter."

"Here I go, it actually has such a miraculous effect!" I gave a thumbs up and praised: "It is indeed a good thing. Come and give me a few more pills, just a few pills. Don't be so stingy, okay? Just a few pills will do. Hey! You’re a stingy bitch and you’re hiding it!”

I saw Old Pachi hiding the bag of melon seeds in his clothes with a cautious look on his face. He waved his hands helplessly and said, "Forget it, I don't want it anymore."

As he said that, he walked past him and entered the weapons shop. As he walked, he said: "Let's get down to business."

Old Patch patted himself and entered the shop. He did not talk to me directly about the matter. Instead, he went into the kitchen first, took out a broom and dustpan, went to the door and swept up all the melon seed peels scattered on the ground, and poured them all out. After entering the public trash can not far away, he boldly returned to the store.

Patting his clothes, he stood on the footrest inside the counter, which made his height appear larger.

"Here you go to clean up," I said with a smile.

"Of course," Old Patch said, "After all, this weapons shop is also my own place. No one will clean it for me if it gets dirty. Besides, if I don't clean it, it will affect my business."

"I really didn't expect you to have such awareness," I tutted, "I thought you were the type to let the door get dirty and not clean it~"

"Don't talk about me being so shameless, okay?" Old Patch protested, "Do I look like that kind of sloppy person?"

I looked deeply at Old Patch, looked around again, and finally nodded seriously.

Old Patch suddenly became less interested in talking to me.

"Okay, okay, let's stop joking, let's get down to business."

As I said that, I put the spider's front legs and the twist-shaped zanmatachi on his counter.

Old Pachi first glanced at the Zanmatachi sword, then his face changed slightly and said, "What's wrong with this sword? Why does it become more twisted?"

I sighed and said melancholy: "Hey, it's hard to explain in words."

Then, I said seriously: "So, on this trip, I hope you can make this knife stronger and stronger!"

"Stronger and stronger?" Old Patch asked: "What do you think this is, refining? How can it be so easy to make it stronger and stronger?"

As he spoke, he broke off the terrible Zanmatada sword and said: "Although this sword is made of medium-grade fine steel, I can guarantee that after my smelting and forging, it is no less tough than high-grade fine steel. Speed ​​and strength, and in Airui City, the weapons used by most adventurers are low- to medium-grade fine steel, and only those who are very rich will use high-grade fine steel, or even enchanted weapons and magic weapons."

There was disdain in his eyes, a look that looked at a prodigal son: "I have seen so many adventurers, but I have never seen one like you who uses a medium-grade stainless steel sword as a twist."

"Hey, look at what you said, it sounds like I'm a prodigal," I said unhappily, "I don't want to either, who made me meet a very perverted Amon!"

"Amon?" Old Patch frowned and thought for a moment, then asked: "Which monster is it from the fifteenth or sixteenth floor?"

"It's the fifteenth floor."

"Oh, so that's it." Old Patch thought for a moment and said, "What level is that monster?"

"Level seven."

"What level are you?" he asked again.

"Level seven."

"You fought against monsters of the same level?"

"Yeah" I said.

"Are you alone?" There was an incredible light in his eyes.

"yes."

"You can actually fight against monsters of the same level by yourself!" Old Patch's eyes once again filled with surprise. This time, he looked at me no longer in disbelief, but with deep suspicion: "Are you lying to me?"

"Do I need to lie to you?" I was a little helpless.

"You really didn't lie to me?" Old Patch emphasized again.

"If you say it in this tone again, do you believe I will throw you out?"

A row of explosive veins has risen on my forehead.