Chapter 592 The City Lord’s Brother

Dewey seemed to notice my awkwardness, so he asked, "Is there anything wrong?"

I shook my head, looked around, and said, "Fenghuang and the others are not here."

Dewey also stood on tiptoe and looked around, saying, "Yes, with their height, they should be quite eye-catching. It seems they are shopping in other neighborhoods."

"Maybe" I sighed and said, "Why do women naturally love shopping?"

"This is the same as why men are born to look at beautiful women." Dewey said: "If I have to explain it clearly, I can only use two words to replace it, nature."

"Haha, you're right." I scratched my head and said haha ​​while continuing to walk with Dewey.

The flavor of Fort Vicky's barbecue is very unique, salty and a little sweet, and very refreshing and delicious. It is completely different from the spicy and salty barbecue we make ourselves.

Dewey told me: "Both dwarves and goblins like to eat something a little sweet, so no matter what kind of snack they are, they will always have a little sweetness."

I thought to myself: Fortunately, it’s just snacks that taste sweet. What a terrible phenomenon it would be if even staple foods were full of sweet taste.

The thought of sweet beef noodles makes me cringe.

It is natural that girls like to go shopping and buy clothes. In fact, boys also like to go shopping, but we don’t like to buy clothes, but like to look at weapons.

This is also the reason why the Zephyr Continent is mainly dominated by male adventurers - men are born with a pool of aggressive blood flowing in their bones.

Perhaps it is because dwarves and goblins prefer weapons than other groups. In Fort Vicky, the shops selling weapons are concentrated in several places, and the interior facilities are large and luxurious.

From the moment I entered, there were stalls filled with all kinds of weapons, including swords, guns and sticks, bombs and puppets everywhere, and all kinds of exquisite gadgets, which made me dazzled.

However, after walking around for more than half a circle, I discovered a very interesting pattern: the dwarves sell weapons forged by themselves; the goblins either sell bombs, firecrackers and the like, or specialize in selling some Exquisite gadgets, in short, there will definitely be no hot weapons in stalls selling cold weapons, and stalls selling exquisite gadgets will also not have any weapons mixed in.

The classification is very clear and the sales are very specific.

I asked Dewey: "Why not mix them and sell them together? Wouldn't that be more effective?"

Dewey said: "You are talking about the situation of individuals selling personal things. In Fort Vicky, all stalls serve ourselves. The more things we sell, the more we will gain. The more things we sell, the more we will gain." If it’s less, our own gains will be less. For the benefit of everyone, everyone here is working hard.”

but--

"I don't seem to see any foreigners operating here," I said, "In this case, all your things will be sold to your own people."

Dewey smiled and said: "Of course, Fort Vicky is a semi-public town to the outside world. In addition, we all live underground and don't see much sunlight all day long. Naturally, no one from other ethnic groups would like to come here."

"Hey, that's right," I sighed, "In this case, you will lose a lot of income from tourism."

"Is that a lot of income?" Dewey said with a smile: "The profits we get from selling a batch of weapons are dozens of times higher than the profits we get from tourism. Moreover, we will not use our own Secrets exposed to outsiders.”

I think what Dewey said makes sense. Not to mention the mithril mine, it is just a laboratory and a testing ground. If it were placed on the earth, in a period of similar development, it would definitely be treated as a secret. No, maybe Confidential is a more appropriate word.

In fact, there was nothing that interested me in the weapons shop.

There are all kinds of swords. I don't use swords, and I'm not good at using swords. The only time I used a sword was because my weapon broke and fell into a gap, so I had to use it.

Speaking of swords, what I carry on my back is the Odachi that I am best at using. It is also a weird Odachi that can communicate with me, has a very rude tone of voice, and a very arrogant temperament.

Especially recently, the probability of it complaining has obviously increased significantly. Moreover, I am somewhat accustomed to the life of having a tachi that can complain. Suddenly, if I am asked to fight with a dumb tachi again, I will not used to.

As for other weapons, haha, I can only say that they are all useless.

The hammer is too heavy, the ax is too big. If I could fly the darts accurately, I would have been performing on the streets long ago. The nunchucks are what Master Bruce Lee used and I can’t control them. The fire blunderbuss, the smoke is big and strong. Fire it. The gun is no different than blowing a coal stove.

In short, neither cold weapons nor hot weapons are suitable for me.

As for those exquisite gadgets, there are puppets that sweep the floor, puppets that can take out garbage, puppets that pour tea, and puppets with unknown meanings that can only spin in circles.

By the way, are you sure you didn't steal the broken parts from the laboratory and sell them?

After leaving the shop, Dewey took me towards the street.

When I was halfway there, I saw a... no, two tall and magnificent buildings standing there.

Dewey pointed to the one on the left and said, "That's the Goblin Clan's City Lord's Mansion."

As he spoke, he pointed to another building next to it and said, "Next to it is the Dwarf City Lord's Mansion."

The two palaces are right next to each other, like Siamese twins.

I asked Dewey: "Is this really good? The two city lords' mansions are right next to each other, and they look so similar. Could anyone have made a mistake?"

Dewey said: "How is it possible? We goblins and dwarves are very harmonious. Even if we really make a mistake, it won't matter which city lord we go to."

Haha, it’s really a random town.

Under the leadership of Dewey, we successfully entered the City Lord's Mansion, the goblin's City Lord's Mansion.

Soon, we came to a spacious office. On the desk in the center of the office, there was a very, very unattractive little old man sitting.

Dewey told me that he was the city lord of the goblins.

I stepped forward, but before I could say anything, he jumped down from the tall chair, skipped me, walked quickly to Dewey, held Dewey's hands tightly, and said tremblingly: "Brother, you are back. ?”

elder brother? elder brother!

Damn it!

I was momentarily confused.

The city lord of the goblin clan is actually called Brother Dewey. Is this brother an honorific title, or is the relationship really determined by blood?