"Sir...sir..." the shopkeeper stammered and trembled, his eyes filled with panic and fear.
Suppose: A little goblin secretly imitated a complete set of chain-locked gold armor for sale, but was caught by the Monkey King.
Q: What now?
Able to attack the long-established residence of the official wizard, able to run wild among thousands of armored lost people, able to release powerful spells that make official wizards covet, and even successfully kill the wizard in the residence of the official wizard. Wanted by the powerful wizard alliance but managed to escape...
To a shopkeeper like this, a small person who runs a shop in a border area, isn't this kind of strong man like a little goblin bumping into the Monkey King?
"You... know each other?" Ian looked at the two of them suspiciously.
The strange atmosphere at this time really made him suspicious.
Yaro was stunned for a moment, then he came to his senses and responded: "Well...well, this is my...junior brother, he and I have the same alchemy teacher."
"Junior brother?" Ian looked at the two of them in surprise. One looked to be in his forties or fifties, and the other could not be more than ten years old.
How could he be a junior brother?
"Yes, yes! Junior brother, I am your master's junior brother!" The shop owner had streaks of cold sweat flowing on his forehead. He did not dare to deny it and kept saying, "I am... am... a master of art training. I was admitted very late. The teacher accepts me as a student, so...this adult is my senior brother!"
Yaro noticed the curious glances from around him, and then saw the panicked expression of the shop owner. His thoughts changed slightly, and a kind smile suddenly appeared on his face: "Junior brother, we haven't seen each other for a long time. Why don't we find a private place and have a good chat?" Let’s talk?”
The shopkeeper wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, nodded repeatedly, and said flatteringly: "Yes, yes, sir, please come this way. This is my alchemy room, no need to disturb me."
Yaro nodded slightly and followed the shop owner's guidance and walked towards the side door of the store.
Ian rolled his eyes and shouted quickly: "Harvey's shop owner, record stone..."
The shop owner said angrily: "I won't sell it! The shop is temporarily closed now, you all get out!"
Whether he can save his life is a big question. How can he be in the mood to do business now?
Ian stopped in front of the shop owner and said with a smile: "Shop owner Harvey, I want to buy one for your senior brother. You can see from your senior brother's dress that he also admires Yarrow very much, so why don't you sell it? ?”
Ian's approach is a bit pretentious.
If Yaro and the shopkeeper were really brothers, they might not have to pay for it if they wanted it.
But the shop owner had already panicked. Hearing what Ian said, he could only look at Yaro hesitantly.
Yaro was noncommittal.
The scene of the recording stone has been released a long time ago, and there is no gain in hiding it.
Ian is not an alchemist who specializes in refining armor, so it is unlikely that he can recognize himself from his body shape.
Yarrow also has some small ideas.
If people like Ian can continue to imitate, they may be in much less danger.
Hidden in the city, when many real and fake 'Yaros' appear on the market, can the possible pursuers tell where the real themselves are?
Therefore, he even meant to condone Ian's desire to purchase the recording stone.
Seeing Yaro's delay in expressing his position, the shop owner gritted his teeth and opened the wooden cabinet on the side.
The same record stones are placed neatly in rows in the wooden cabinet. From this situation, it can be seen that he has actually been prepared. The words "not for sale" are just a means to increase the price.
"These are secondary recording stones. Each one can only be used ten times. Here are two. You should keep them."
Ian took it in surprise and carefully put it in his arms, then raised his head and asked: "How many magic stones?"
"never mind."
The shop owner was too lazy to pay attention, turned around and smiled flatteringly again, "Senior...brother, please come this way."
After pushing the door open and walking through a canyon, a messy alchemy room appeared in Yaro's eyes.
On the table in the middle of the alchemy room, there is a pile of strange gray-white stones, which are the same as the recording stones placed outside.
Yaro picked up one at any time and played with it casually.
This kind of stone is full of tiny holes, which is a bit prickly to grasp. In terms of appearance, it looks a bit like ordinary volcanic stone, but these holes are very regular, more like a petrified honeycomb.
There are a lot of these strange stones piled neatly on the table, and in the corners of the room, some of the same stones that have faded a little are randomly discarded.
It seems that the middle-aged shop owner has really put a lot of effort into imitation and spent a lot of time on research.
"Harvey?" Yaro put down the strange stone he was playing with and glanced at the middle-aged shop owner who was following him.
thump!
Harvey's shop owner suddenly fell to his knees and confessed with tears in his eyes: "Sir! Please forgive me! I really didn't know that you would come here!"
"Get up and talk!"
Harvey's shopkeeper stood up in a panic, like a student who made a mistake, and stood obediently by the wall.
Yaro raised his brows slightly and said with a half-smile: "If I don't come, you can do this kind of thing with peace of mind?"
"No! No!" Harvey's shop owner shook his head repeatedly, and a few strands of hair on his bald head fluttered in the wind, making his appearance even more funny at this time, "I don't dare anymore, I don't dare anymore!"
"I will take back all the armors I sold! I will definitely take them all back! Sir! Please don't kill me!"
"Take it back?" Yaro paused with his arms, pretending to be surprised, "Why do you have to take it back?"
The more copies of that kind of armor are sold, the less conspicuous Yaro wears them and the higher the level of safety. Naturally, he will not object to this kind of thing.
"ah?"
Harvey's shop owner looked at Yaro in confusion. Apart from this matter, he really didn't know what other issues were worth worrying about for a 'strong man' like Yaro.
"You sell things in my name and imitate my armor styles to make money. Have you asked me?" Yaro said in a calm tone, as if he was referring to something.
Yaro is indeed not prepared to delve into the issue of imitation, but that does not mean that he will let him go casually.
Harvey's shop owner has recognized Yarrow and must find a way to minimize the possibility of him reporting him. It is best to borrow his alchemy room and materials to make the general structure of the lead-iron heavy armor so that he can Quickly acquire enough combat power.
Harvey's shop owner failed to understand what Yaro meant. He looked up at Yaro, raised his head and asked cautiously: "Sir... what do you think... what should be done?"
"what to do?"
Yaro didn't talk to him, and said bluntly: "Not only did you make money in my name, but more importantly, you also recognized me. You should also know the extent of what I have committed, so you must I can’t let you stay out of it.”
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