Chapter 954 What a Cruel Child

Standing in the weapons arsenal, facing the densely packed shiny weapons, I was even a little dazzled.

These weapons all look to be in very good condition, and they can even reflect the silhouette of a person when illuminated by a magic lamp.

I picked one at random and flicked it with my fingers. The collision between the handguard and the weapon made a sound of gold and iron, which was a bit harsh. This is indeed a well-made steel weapon. As for whether it is made of fine steel, I can't tell yet.

I only know a little bit about judging the quality of weapons. Occasionally, I can tell one from another, but it's not enough for me to see hundreds of weapons in person.

I asked Jin Siqi: "Is there anyone in the guild who has done research on the quality of weapons?"

Jin Siqi thought for a while and said: "There are many people who know a little bit, but none who are proficient."

"Is that so?" I pinched the bridge of my nose, feeling a little distressed.

"Would you like me to invite some blacksmiths nearby?" Jin Siqi suggested.

"Blacksmith. Blacksmith" Suddenly, I stopped and my heart brightened: Yes, blacksmiths can tell the quality of weapons! How could I have forgotten this!

The moment this idea popped up, a figure appeared in my mind: Patch!

How could I have forgotten old Patch!

He and his niece Mi Lulu are both settled in Dashai City!

Thinking of this, my troubled mood was instantly dispelled, and a relaxed smile appeared on my face: "You ask someone to send me a message, and tell An Xiaoyi to ask for his help."

"good."

I wrote down the address of Old Patch's house in my impression and handed it to Jin Siqi. After she took it, she hurriedly walked out of the weapons warehouse and came back quickly after a while: "I have already sent someone to invite you."

About ten minutes later, there was a rush of footsteps in the corridor, accompanied by Old Patch's unique high-pitched voice: "Hey, can you please slow down? I'm an old man, and my body won't be able to bear it if I walk too fast!"

I smiled slightly, stood up quickly, walked quickly to the door, opened my arms, and actively greeted old Patch: "Old expert, long time no see~"

"Ahaha, Xiaoyi! You are still so energetic!" he said while hugging me.

After the hug, I looked down at my clothes. A large area of ​​my stomach was soaked with sweat from his face: "Hey, did you just run a marathon? Why are you sweating so much?"

"I don't know what a marathon is, but I really ran here. Oh my god, I'm so exhausted." He casually took off the center-parted wig from his head, held it in his hand and twisted it a few times. Then I shook it and put it back on my head.

Seeing this scene, Jin Siqi couldn't hold back and burst out laughing.

Old Patch raised his eyes and rolled his eyes at Jin Siqi: "Who is she? Your new fiancée?"

Jin Siqi's face turned red when she said this directly. I coughed and said, "She is the president of the New Brave Guild, Jin Siqi."

"Hey, your taste is too good? Have you started hooking up with the guild president?" Old Pachi rolled his eyes at me and said, "Let me tell you, Xiaoyi, don't let my niece down." ah!"

I was confused: "Your niece? Mi Lulu? Let her down?"

"That's not true," Old Patch said, "Since you left Dashai City last time, Mi Lulu has been mentioning you every now and then, which makes me and my wife very upset every day! I really want to grab you by the collar. I’ll give you a good slap!”

As he said this, he made two gestures. With his height, he would look ugly no matter how he looked at him.

The corners of my mouth twitched and I sweated profusely: I’m not a scapegoat. I just took the blame for Mao’s reasons.

Old Patch just made a habit of complaining to old friends. After a while, he returned to his usual expert temperament, although his old traitor hairstyle kind of ruined his look.

Old Patch: "Why did you come to see me this time?"

"Help me identify the weapon and see if it is made of fine steel."

Old Patch asked doubtfully: "Don't you know how to identify it yourself?"

I smiled bitterly: "I can also touch the surface, but I still feel powerless."

"Huh?" Old Patch bypassed me and looked at the weapons behind me: "Which one is it that would confuse a professional adventurer like you?"

I stepped aside and made a gesture with my arm: "All."

"Uh!" Old Patch didn't take a breath and almost rolled his eyes because of the saliva. I quickly stepped forward to support him. After he took a breath, I pointed at the densely packed weapons in front of me with trembling fingers and said in a trembling voice: "all?"

"Well" I thought for a while: "I can't say it's all."

He breathed softly, stood up again, patted his chest and said, "Let me just say, you are not such a cruel child, how could it be possible?"

"I just finished appraising the weapons on the ground, all except that one"

"Uh." Old Patch was speechless again. His eyes were so wide that they almost bulged out of his sockets. After a long time of calming down, he finally said: "You kid is really cruel."

I told Old Patch that the appraisal was definitely not done in vain, and how much money would be paid for the number of weapons appraised.

Old Patch asked me: "How much for a weapon?"

I thought for a while: "Ten copper coins."

Old Patch thought for a while: "A little less."

"Then add a little more, uh, eleven copper coins?"

The corners of Old Patch's mouth twitched: "You're showing off your stinginess again, can't you do it more!"

"I call this saving, okay! Besides, someone owed me one last time."

"Ahem, eleven copper coins are just eleven copper coins." Old Patch cleared his throat repeatedly, then stamped his feet, straightened his clothes, and came to the pile of weapons. He looked from the left to the right, and then from the right. He looked back to the left, then turned his head and asked me, "How long is the time limit?"

"The sooner the better." I thought for a while: "It's best to finish it today."

"Impossible" he shook his head: "With so many weapons, it will take at least two days to identify them."

"What should we do?"

Old Patch thought for a while and suggested: "Unless there are a few more people to come and identify it together."

"Do you know any other blacksmiths?"

"No!" Old Patch Niubi coaxed: "Not one!"

How can you be so arrogant when you don’t even know a colleague?

I sighed and tried to remember if there was any blacksmith I knew.

But after thinking about it over and over again, I don't have a clear idea.

While I was distressed, Old Patch asked me: "Xiao Yi, why don't you ask your group of dwarf friends?"

"Huh?" I didn't react at the moment.

"It's the group of people from the Dwarf Guild," he reminded me: "There must be someone in that group who knows the blacksmith, it's unmistakable!"