Chapter 250 Great Man

Bringing the topic back to the topic again, I placed the front legs of the demonized spider on the counter and showed them to Old Patch for a closer look.

Although it had been a day and had not been stored, the front legs of the demonized spider did not seem to have changed much. There was no dehydration or odor.

It still looks very fresh, as if it had just been chopped off.

Old Patch stretched out his hand and pinched the broken thin skin, then took out a pair of sharp scissors from under the counter, and cut hard twice. However, there was not even a gap.

Then, he walked into the house and tinkered for a while. When he came out, he was holding a pair of large tongs with red tips in his hands. The hot heat hit his face and instantly made the small shop lift twice.

"What are you doing?" I was afraid that he would damage the material of his forelimbs, so I wanted to stop him.

Old Patch said leisurely: "You have to test its resistance in all aspects before you can make a decision."

As he spoke, the fiery tongs were firmly imprinted on the corner of the forelimb, making a sizzling sound. At the same time, a gauze-like white steam steamed up.

This is what happens when water evaporates.

"If it's just tough, then these spider legs can't be used to make any good equipment." Old Patch felt the steaming white air and said, "So, don't feel bad about the piece of demonized spider skin you had before. "Although it has good toughness, it is neither heat-resistant nor fire-resistant, so it is not a good material."

"Don't make excuses for your mistakes." I exposed his intention bluntly: "The reason why I'm angry is not just a piece of monster skin, but the fact that you transferred it to someone else without my consent!"

"Ahem!" Old Patch coughed dryly and muttered: "The smell of this white gas is really choking."

Okay, I forcefully changed the subject again.

After perming it once, Old Patch seemed a little dissatisfied. He scratched his hair, thought for a while, and then walked back to the back room. After a while, he came out again, and the cooling iron tongs in his hands turned red again.

I didn't say anything, just sat and watched. Old Patch did this and that, after tossing it about five or six times, he finally took a breath, put the iron pliers that had cooled down again on the counter, stretched out his hand, and pinched the Spider leg skin becomes shiny and shiny.

He grabbed a piece of protruding spider leg skin and bent it hard. After pulling for a long time, he still couldn't tear off the small piece of protruding leg skin. Instead, he looked at the ferocious expression with bared teeth. .

After taking a breath, Old Patch wiped the sweat from his forehead and said, "Not bad, not bad. The spider leg skin this time is much better than the intact one last time. It's simply not the same level."

"How do you say this?"

Old Patch pinched the shiny spider leg skin and said, "Look, this time the spider skin has almost no brittleness after being ironed with iron pliers. Instead, it has become more resilient."

"Embrittlement? What do you mean?" I asked.

Old Patch explained: "To put it simply, it means that after ironing, it becomes hard and brittle, and it will break into two pieces if you break it with force."

"Damn, it's so evil."

Old Patch took out a ruler from under the counter and began to measure the spider legs. After fiddling with it for a while, he said, "The leather is good and the quantity is quite sufficient. What do you plan to make?"

"Outer armor!" I said, "Do you still need to think about this? Such a big spider leg is just right for outer armor."

"Outer armor." Old Patch held his chin and thought for a while: "How many sets do you plan to make?"

"How many sets can you make?" I asked.

Old Patch carefully straightened the spider legs, which were as thick as a thigh and as long as a person. He thought carefully for a while and then said: "I can make up to six pieces of outer armor with your body type, and the one without sleeves is better." kind."

I thought about it and said, "Let's make six small ones."

"Small size?" Old Patch gave me a sly look: "Can you wear a small size?"

"Don't worry about it."

"Oh~" Old Patch suddenly seemed to understand something, his eyes were full of ambiguity, and he let out a bad smile.

It seemed that he had guessed my intention.

"Okay, six pieces of small size. What about the remaining materials? What are you going to do?"

I saw old Patch looking at the spider leg skin with a light in his eyes. He grinned and said, "The price of the remaining materials should be counted as the labor cost this time."

"Oh, how can this be done? This is what you hit." Old Patch suddenly shied away. Everyone could see that this was hypocritical humility.

"If you keep talking about useless things, believe it or not, I will take back all the remaining materials," I said.

Old Patch was so frightened that he hugged the spider leg quickly, for fear that I would snatch the spider leg away.

Seeing that he looked at the spider's legs as his life, I said: "Make these six pieces of clothing well, don't miss anything. I will come to you again if I have materials in the future."

Old Patch nodded repeatedly, delighted.

Then, I reminded again: "Also, don't 'lose' the spider legs this time. If you lose them again, I will never come to you again."

"Okay, okay." Old Patch was so happy that his wig trembled. I guess the value of the remaining materials must not be less, and may even be much higher than the cost of craftsmanship.

Sure enough, when I asked Lao Paqi about the handicraft fee, Lao Paqi waved his hand and said generously: "We are all old friends. It hurts our feelings to talk about money. This time, I will do it for you as if it is free." .”

It seems that the value of the remaining materials is indeed beyond my imagination. Should I consider taking it back?

But thinking about it, since I have promised something, I still have to honor it. The remaining materials belong to Lao Patch. I will only take six finished products.

When asked when to pick it up, Old Patch said: "Your knife is not difficult to make, but you have to know these six pieces of outer armor. The toughness of this spider skin is very strong. It will take me a long time to make it." Break them all down and sew them up.”

"Just tell me how long it will take. Give me an exact time." I said, "Is it a week or a month."

"Two weeks," Old Patch said, "Two weeks is about right."

"Okay, I'll pick it up in two weeks."

Afterwards, after a few more pleasantries and a handful of his specialty melon seeds, I left the weapons shop with a satisfied heart.

Before I walked out the door, I heard a violent cough coming from inside the room.

On the way back, I kept thinking wildly. Sometimes I thought about what six pieces of outer armor would look like. Sometimes I thought about whether Odachi should also create a suitable set of sword techniques. At other times, I thought about what kind of thing Old Pachi's wife had. sick.

I suddenly felt some sympathy for old Patch, a goblin with smelting dignity who had to put on a false smile all the time for money, and the money was not squandered by himself, but to save his wife's illness.

Such a man.

Perhaps it can also be called great.