Chapter 85: The arms dealer on the dining table

What exactly is the reason why a girl is named "Rumster" like masculine?

This has nothing to do with Feng Kan, the key is that he has found this Rumster now.

"Is that true?" Feng Kan nodded in contemplation, "Can you ask what you are doing?"

"It's nothing." The waitress girl relaxed and pulled open another chair under the table and sat down lazyly, "just introduce work to some special people, or provide a hiding place for some poor guys, or tell some interesting stories about some curious guys, or…"

"I understand!" Feng Kan nodded. This girl turned out to be a broker and intelligence businessman! However, opening a tavern... this is a really good idea. It is indeed easier to get all kinds of information in such a mixed place.

"So what should I pay if I want to get something that will help me?" Since I already know the other party's identity, Feng Kan would not be so naive that she would think she could help her for nothing.

"This guest, why don't we talk about it in another place!" The girl did not answer him directly, but just stood up and walked towards the room inside.

Feng Kan glanced at the others, stood up and walked over with the waiter girl.

The room inside is a place similar to the living room, unlike the chaotic and dirty front, the furnishings here reveal a delicate mood everywhere. In the slightly narrow space, the tables, chairs and cabinets are placed in an orderly manner in the most suitable position. If you want to get something or look for something, you can easily find your goal just by turning your head.

"Then reintroduce yourself." The waitress girl sat in front of the clean wooden table in the middle of the room. "Outside, my name is Merrijelin, but special guests like you will call me Rumster."

"Please call me Karu." Feng Kan nodded and sat down opposite her, while Delo was watching the things here curiously behind him. For this little girl who had been hiding in the workshop before, everything outside was novel and interesting.

"Caru?" The waiter girl looked at the young man in front of her curiously with one hand on her chin. "So you are Karu."

"Do you know me?" Feng Kan asked scratching his nose.

"Of course I know!" The waiter girl nodded, "The old guy has been mentioning you recently and said that he hasn't seen a guy as interesting as you for a long time."

"Is that true?" Feng Kan was not surprised. If Blackbeard or Shermanto had no special subordinates secretly, he would definitely not be able to do that. Look at the girls in the tavern, he now understands how Blackbeard knows the very secret information so quickly.

"Let's talk about the serious business! The issue of compensation..."

"Wait!" Merrijelin interrupted him, "Before this, I will tell you what the old man Blackbeard wants me to convey to you."

"Oh? What do he have to say to me?"

"He said that you don't need to pay a penny for this job."

"Is there such a good thing?" Feng Kan was a little unbelievable. Does Blackbeard really have to help him wholeheartedly?

"Because the real value of this work cannot be measured by money..."

"Sure enough! I just thought it wasn't that good!"

"So I owe this account first!"

"Ha?" Feng Kan was stunned for a long time and couldn't figure out what the other party meant.

"When will he remember it, he will go to you to collect the bill!"

Feng Kan blinked his eyes, what does it mean? In just a moment, he had another creditor?

"May I ask, can I know how he plans to make me pay back the debt?" Feng Kan asked carefully.

"I don't know this!" Merrijelin shrugged, "So do you still want to listen now?"

"That's it..." Feng Kan hesitated and thought about it.

"However, there are some things in Walken without our help, even Her Majesty the Queen will not be able to handle them even if she comes in person!"

"You might as well just say that no one can settle this matter except you!"

"Well..." The waiter girl put her cheek on her back and thought, "You can say that too!"

Feng Kan raised his middle finger to Blackbeard in his heart. Jiang was so old that Blackbeard finally put it on his side, and he couldn't refuse!

"Have you made a decision?" asked the waitress girl with a cute smile on her face and her head tilted.

"By the way... do I have a choice?"

"To be honest..." The girl thought about it with a serious expression, "You don't have a choice!"

The so-called strong dragons do not suppress local snakes. In this place without any foundation, no one wants to find out the evaporated Earl of Fargira, who has evaporated the world, but no one is as useful as the intelligence network that Blackbeard has operated for many years!

However, the corresponding price is to make Feng Kan bear a heavy debt of favor!

What exactly did Blackbeard want Feng Kan to do? In fact, he already had some answers in his mind. Not everyone in Jamins' territory agreed with the war launched by the nobles, but it was just a game to allow all powerful people to compete for greater benefits.

Most of Jamins' nobles have been corrupted! Just like every prosperous empire, the behemoth has undergone serious internal diseases. Relatively speaking, the people Feng Kan met at St. Ostan are closer to the traditional classical aristocrats, just like when the aristocratic class first appeared, arrogant, self-controlled, reserved, unswervingly convictions, and shoulder the hopes of others.

But this has nothing to do with him. It is not something that a person can do to change a world.

After asking Merijelin to resettle Delo, Feng Kan came to the street and walked around. It would take a few days to wait for the news to be heard. Earl Falgira, who had not found hundreds of thousands of troops of Walken, could not be found casually! Even brokers like Merijelin who had underground channels would take some time.

Since there is nothing else now, Feng Kan seizes the opportunity to relax himself. Once he doesn't need to intrigue with others, he feels extremely relaxed! He has lived his life like a year in the Faramo Legion. If it were in the past, he would not even care about the Earl of Shemoth.

As mentioned earlier, Gary Brady is a very small town. There are not many residents in the city, and there are many shops. It is better to say that it is a commercial street than a town!

Feng Kan walked slowly on the street as if he was walking. The noisy sound from various shops on both sides of the street was like a chaotic symphony. In this town, there were only a few shops that bought ordinary products, more were taverns and large and small blacksmith shops. In the Jamins Empire, workshops for building guide machinery were directly under the jurisdiction of each lord. Ordinary civilians were not allowed to learn magical machinery technology at all, so ordinary sword armor was the choice of most people.

When he passed by a jingling blacksmith shop, he stopped. The situation inside the open shop reminded him of something.

In the shop, two blacksmiths, who looked like masters and apprentices, took turns to wield hammers and hit the anvil. On the anvil was an iron sword that was burned red by the fire...

Feng Kan lowered his head and looked at the long sword hanging around his waist. The sword was brought out from the Blackbeard's camp. The previous owner of the Iron Sword did not seem to have taken good care of it. Although it was not rusted, the blade was already broken, and even the sword spine was slightly deformed.

Although he does not need to use a sword when fighting, if he wants to continue playing a mercenary, it is still necessary to have a long sword with a good quality.

"Boss!" Thinking of this, Feng Kan raised his leg and walked into the blacksmith shop.

"Sher..."

At this time, the old blacksmith happened to use his tongs to hold the iron sword and put it into a large bucket next to the anvil. A hot steam immediately rose from the room.

"Sir! What do you want to see?" the old blacksmith wiped the sweat from his forehead and raised his body and asked.

"I want to see the sword here." Feng Kan replied casually at the various iron tools hanging on the wall.

"Do you want to see the sword?" The old blacksmith threw down the tools in his hand and walked over while wiping his hands on his clothes. "Sir, you have such a good look! It's not that I'm bragging. You can't find a better sword than what I, Old Shaff, can't find!"

He was naturally boasting. The old blacksmith took a long sword from the wall and handed it to Feng Kan, "Look at this refined iron material and this sharp sword blade, I promise you can use it to easily cut off any kind of armor!"

Feng Kan took the long sword, waved it in the air for a few times, and then brought it to his eyes and looked carefully.

"Is it very good?" the old blacksmith continued to sell with a smile, "Do you want to try it on the sword test stone?"

The so-called sword test stone is something that every blacksmith shop that creates an iron sword. In fact, it is a special stone that makes people chop a sword. People can intuitively evaluate the sword from the sword marks on the stone.

Feng Kan didn't say anything, he just bent his fingers and flicked the sword spine.

"when!"

It was a very crisp sound, but the sound seemed a little stiff.

"Four hundred soum!" said the old blacksmith, stretching out four fingers, "In fact, this sword should be worth five hundred soumi, but I think you must be an expert, so I'll give it a special discount! Four hundred soumi is fine!"

"Four hundred somi? You might as well go and grab it!" Feng Kan had a black thread. The iron sword shone brightly and looked very good! But he could tell that it was just beautiful. There were too many impurities in the iron forged this sword. If it was really cut on the enemy's armor, it would probably only leave a scratch and die bravely!

"Don't you look down on me?" The old blacksmith immediately reacted when he saw him with a look of roar. "Indeed, this sword is not the best! It's okay for ordinary people to use it. Of course, experts like Mr. use swordsmen will not look down on me! Then look at this one again!"

As he said that, he took off another long sword from the wall, "This iron sword is made of the best pure iron! Any other long sword will definitely be cut off if it is cut against it!"

Feng Kan still didn't say anything, but just reached out to take the long sword and waved it in the air a few times.

"How is it?" the old blacksmith asked with a look of hope.

"The iron is indeed pure enough..." Feng Kan nodded, then stretched out his two fingers to pinch the tip of the sword and slowly stumbled...

With a "gurgling", the long sword was twisted into a right angle by him!

Feng Kan looked back at the old blacksmith without saying a word, and the old blacksmith rubbed his hands awkwardly. At least he didn't lie. This was indeed pure iron, but... it was too pure. This was soft iron at all, and it was soft iron without any elasticity.

Shaking his head, Feng Kan walked out and then walked into another iron shop across the street...

"If the weapons used in regular soldiers are of this level, then I will save a lot of effort!"

Murging in a low voice, Feng Kan walked out of the last blacksmith shop. He spent the whole afternoon visiting more than twenty blacksmith shops in the city, but no long sword could attract the eye! In fact, the weapons created by the blacksmiths here are only suitable for money-free mercenaries or travelers to defend themselves. If they are really pulled to the battlefield, no matter how many lives they will die!

These long swords are almost all disposable consumables! From this point of view, the long sword that was already somewhat deformed by his waist is considered a fine product!

He sighed, he planned to give up this idea. Even without the sword, he had other more powerful weapons, although he did not want to expose those things to the enemy before he had no choice.

"Sir." A slow voice stopped him as he passed by an alley, "Is it safe to buy one?"

"Huh?" Feng Kan was stunned for a moment. This slow tone of voice was very incompatible with the nearby environment. How to say it? It was like...yes! It was like a noble lady with a priceless jewelry on her body pushing a shopping cart and walking into a farmer and vegetable market!

What kind of guy is this?

With such a question, Feng Kan turned around...

A white shirt that looked like a cloud, a soft and smooth sea blue tie that was being carved, and the exquisite golden tie clip on the tie showed the owner's taste. Under the black windbreaker that looked like the night was a brighter but also black suit. A black leather hard suitcase that looked a little too narrow was casually lifted into his left hand...

Feng Kan's eyebrows leaped. This man's outfit turned out to be the most common dress of Western salesmen in the 20th century on Earth! Who is he? Another time traveling?

"Sir," just as he was uneasy, the man smiled and continued in a salesman tone, "Do you need to buy one?"

Feng Kan looked around, then nodded and followed the man into the dark alley...

"What kind of 'safe' do you need?" asked the man in the suit with a smile in the dead end that no one saw.

"It depends on what you have!" Feng Kan said slowly as he stared into his eyes, "From your perspective, what kind of 'safety' do you think I need?"

The man in the suit smiled and looked down at his outfit, "It seems you are a swordsman! Then what you need may be this!"
To be continued...