Chapter 2630 Chase Battle

But it is not the case for those who take advantage of conditions and use means to forcefully plunder.

Since they did not get it through hard work, they have no idea where to get what they want or how to get it if they need it.

There is only one way they know, and that is through squeezing, taking, and changing ways to acquire it from the owner of the item.

If that thing is a rare thing native to the Zephyr Continent, such as fine gold and mithril, this group of plunderers might also ask where there are mines and where they are more suitable for mining.

And if that thing is not a rare thing native to the Zephyr Continent, such as dragon skin, this group of looters will not bother to hunt for it ready-made, but will use various means, various channels, and various methods to obtain it. Press the dragon hide from me.

"Let's put it this way, uncle, once I let go of this today, trouble will follow one after another."

"Is it that serious?" Old Patch asked doubtfully.

"It's more serious than you think," I said seriously, "The master tailor has a very important position in the business community of Moonlight City. It's not an exaggeration to say that he can control the situation."

"So what?" Old Patch said disdainfully: "Your adoptive father is still the business emperor of the entire Zephyr Continent!"

"A strong dragon cannot suppress local snakes," I sighed helplessly: "Unless my foster father personally takes action to clean up the entire Moonlight City business community, it will be useless to deal with him alone or several of his associates."

"Furthermore, the Tailor Master is protected by the Moonlight City royal family due to his status as a master. Anyone who wants to touch the 'Master' must obtain the consent of the two Queens. Under normal circumstances, as long as these masters do not violate ethics, it is natural law. Intolerable things often go unpunished.”

Sighing, I continued: "So, even if you deliberately raise the price for me in order to obtain more dragon skins, or make things difficult for Daphne, who works in the business world, what can I do? Get angry for a beauty? Say It sounds simple, but if we really do this, it will cause great trouble to the business community of Moonlight City."

Shaking my head helplessly, I said: "So I can only compromise in disguise, by reducing the other party's desires and limiting the sales quantity of the items I control, in order to get the results I want."

"How can you be sure that he will do what you want?"

Old Patch questioned.

"No need to be sure. As long as he is not an old fool, and as long as he still wants to spend a comfortable and stable old age in Moonlight City, he will not easily target me, let alone anger me."

"Uncle," I looked at Old Patch and said bitterly, "Actually, most elves don't have that much respect for me. They are just afraid of me. The feelings derived from fear are very much like respect."

"Why is this happening?" Old Patch was puzzled.

"Because in their eyes, I am an emotionless person." After pondering for a moment, I murmured, "I once personally executed a group of human traffickers, and they were all human beings."

Again, in the Zephyr Continent, which has strong racial concepts, any guy who can execute people of his own race without changing his face, blinking an eye, breathing uncontrollably, or shaking his hands is a ruthless and ruthless person.

Old Patch, who has known me for a long time, naturally does not believe that I am a ruthless and ruthless person. Moreover, as a former member of the royal family, he also hates human traffickers deeply.

Basically, he would catch one and kill the other, but if he was of the same race, he might choose to imprison him for life, but he couldn't be as decisive as I am.

Just like this moment, after listening to my story, Old Patch thought carefully and said: "Regardless of the principal and accomplices, all of them are executed on the spot. This approach is a bit cruel."

Old Patch's voice was a little soft, and his tone was a little weak. It didn't look like he was preaching to me, but more like talking to himself.

Once you make a promise, you must fulfill it.

I went back home first, picked out the most broken piece of pterosaur skin from the warehouse, and cut it with an Odachi knife for more than ten minutes. I finally cut off two palm-sized pieces of leather with great effort, held them in my hands, and headed towards the tailor shop. Rushed over.

When we arrived at the place, the master was selecting snake skins one by one and writing and drawing on them.

I stepped forward, put the dragon skin in front of him, and said, "The things have been brought, let's check them first."

The master pushed up his reading glasses with thick lenses, picked up the dragon skin, and looked at it for a long time. Then he said "hmm" through his nose and said dissatisfiedly: "You don't have any eyesight."

"Hey? What you say is really unreasonable. This dragon skin is neither fake nor shoddy, so why is it so worthless?"

"Let me ask you," the master pointed at the dragon skin and asked me: "Did you cut this dragon skin from a whole piece?"

Or maybe he is a master tailor, and he can clearly see his skills at a glance.

"Yes," I admitted, "it takes a lot of effort."

"Have you lost a lot of strength?" The tailor master waited for me and asked: "Can't you give me a whole dragon skin? Even a broken piece will do!"

"Look what you said, didn't I cut the two most complete pieces from the leather, the richest color, and the best material and sent them to you!"

"What about the rest?"

"It's in the warehouse," I said calmly, "This thing is so rare. Even damaged leather can have unexpected uses in the right place!"

"For example -"

"For example, let's take the remaining dragon skin and sew it. It can be woven into a comfortable and soft cushion that is warm in winter and cool in summer."

"puff!"

The master spit out a sip of tea more than two meters away. It can be seen that more than a hundred years have not worn away his skill in verbal evasion. At least he is qualified to be a sprayer.

The old master was so angry that he slapped the table with his hand, making a loud banging sound.

I was shocked and rushed forward to persuade him: "Quiet the fire, calm the fire, and stop banging the table. This is just in case there are cracks in the dragon skin or snake skin. It's a common mistake!"

When the master heard this, his body kept trembling. The next second, he chased me out with his crutch, vowing to use the cherry wood crutch to knock my dog's head off.

I was so scared that I ran away with my head in my hands, running through the streets and alleys, hiding here and there.

I was running wildly in front, and the tailor master was chasing after me with his cane. We were one behind the other, not less than ten meters apart, and we always maintained this distance, never lengthening or shortening.

This farce suddenly caused chaos in the most prosperous business world, which was originally well-ordered.

After running 1,800 meters in one breath, the master tailor finally lost his strength due to his old age and living in the shop all year round. He stood there with a cane and cursed for more than half a day. After an hour, he finally calmed down, held his head high, and went back with majestic steps like a general who had won the battle.