Speaking of which, Heratili was really thinking about researching transformers at the moment. If Mo Bei really brought out a lot of equipment, he had already spoken, wouldn't he have to bite the bullet and spend half a day here. . .
Thinking of this, he decisively listened to Mo Bei's suggestion, called five capable craftsmen, explained the matter, and left quickly with a simple sketch.
The five craftsmen received the instructions from Heratli, the leader of the crafts area, and greeted several people with a smile and a polite attitude, but they obviously did not realize at the first moment that they were in front of them in their usual chat content. those people.
People usually come and go in the craftsman area, and craftsmen are rarely eloquent. Most of them will just say a simple greeting when they meet. They often wait until they really have a job to discuss, or receive equipment that needs repair, before they ask for the customer's name.
It's also because Heratieli left in such a hurry that he even forgot to introduce him.
While Mo Bei was looking at the mess in his inventory, he couldn't help but scratch his head and said "Tsk...", feeling that he had nowhere to start.
Not only are there a lot of broken equipment here, but the focus is on the nearly one hundred corpses. If I had known better, I should have gone to Eco's place first, and left the corpses with him directly after removing the equipment, so as not to have to put them away myself.
"There are two sheds over there, where you can unload your equipment." The leading craftsman raised his hand and made an inviting gesture to the side of the shed and said with a smile.
"Ah, yes, let's give them our equipment first, so that we can distinguish them." Mo Bei was reminded, and he immediately started to remove the armor from his body.
He and Ned Alvin, three rough guys, had no scruples. They even took off the blood-stained lining of their armor. They were still wearing trousers anyway, so they just poured a basin of water and casually scrubbed their heads, faces, and upper bodies.
The three Akalis naturally entered the shed together, and soon Perona used telekinesis to send all the equipment out.
Five craftsmen sorted or recorded, and divided their labor to collect the equipment unloaded by six people. The more they looked at it, the more frightened they became.
The dozens of pieces of equipment are basically all rare dark gold and divine words. There are only a few gold-level equipment, and there is no blue equipment.
Could it be that these people are the noble children of Kardim City?
There is no such thing as piling top-quality equipment on one's body. . .
Moreover, they had never seen Heratli make excuses to any of the noble children from Kardim City, let alone tell them to do their best to cooperate.
"Those who are affected, please help sort out these damaged equipment." Mo Bei saw that they had packed his group's equipment into boxes properly, and began to empty the tattered equipment out.
The five people were dumbfounded for a while, obviously they didn't expect that there was still more, and so much was poured out at once. . . .
"This... it will take a lot of effort to repair everything." A craftsman shook out some fragments from several pieces of equipment and said with a forced smile.
Mo Bei looked at the pieces of equipment that looked like puzzle pieces and hurriedly explained:
"Those fragments that cannot be put together can be used directly as materials, and the same goes for blue equipment. Just pick some valuable ones and repair them."
"Well... this is the secret of the divine words made of a sea snake leather armor!" A craftsman made a judgment on the leather armor whose attributes could no longer be seen, picked up a broken blade, looked at it, and blurted out again:
"This is the Blade of Hypocrisy! There is no trace of rust on the broken edge. Judging from the quality, it must be gold. Have you seen where the blade is?"
Mo Bei watched a few people quickly sorting through the rags on the ground, with sharp eyes and clear classification, and sighed in his heart that this was indeed a professional job. .
"Did you find a forgotten battlefield?"
Such a large amount of equipment, incomplete and still looking to be old, made these people more and more curious as they sorted it out, and finally couldn't help but ask this question.
"It was collected by a tentacled water monster in the sewers of Kurast. I don't know why it left all these things." Mo Bei was happy to share his treasure hunting experience and told the truth.
When the five people heard this, they unconsciously stopped what they were doing and looked at Mo Bei blankly. One of them said quietly:
"This is really... an incredible stroke of luck..."
"This monster can hoard such a large amount of equipment, so its strength must be quite terrifying. Not everyone can tolerate this kind of luck."
Another person then sighed, his tone less envious than before, and rather awe-inspiring.
Mo Bei was noncommittal, smiled and continued sorting equipment.
He didn't know what the strength of the tentacled water monster was, but it was true that he was lucky, and someone else might not be able to hit it so accurately. . .
At this time, a person pulled out a huge leather bag from the pile of equipment. Hearing the clanging sound inside, it was obvious that it also contained a lot of metal protective gear, so he started to untie the knot at the mouth of the bag.
When Mo Bei saw it, he quickly raised his hand to stop:
"Pour that directly into the water..."
He still took a step slower and saw that the man's unshaven face was wrinkled together. He quickly turned away and tightened the opened bag. But this move forced the air out of the bag, and even the companion next to him couldn't help it and let out a violent retching sound.
"I'm sorry... I forgot to tell you that the equipment inside was ripped from the corpses..." Mo Bei explained apologetically.
"Your experience... is really... bizarre enough..." The man was caught off guard by smelling this extremely bad smell, and felt like his insides were churning, and his whole body felt bad.
"Yes...yes..." Mo Beigan laughed, wondering how I took off the equipment at that time. . . .
Everyone worked hard for an hour before completing the sorting and statistics, and found that this time they found more than a hundred pieces of equipment from the tentacled water monster's lair.
"You have eliminated a great harm for Kurast..."
Guessing that these equipments were probably vomited out by the tentacled water monster after it devoured the job-changer, the craftsmen looked a little horrified. Such a rough calculation amounted to nearly twenty lives, and the real number was definitely higher than this.
"I hope it's all a friendly gift from the bastards from the Wizarding Association..." Mo Bei wishfully believed that the rats living in the sewers should be first served first.
"Wizards' Guild? Have you encountered the Wizards' Guild!?" one person asked.
"Well, the next step is to deal with the equipment on them. Let's go to the river bank. If there is blood on the ground, it will be easier to clean up."
As Mo Bei spoke, he walked to a low platform that was almost level with the river under the puzzled looks of the five people. Seeing that there was no one else around, he threw out more than ten corpses in one go.
As soon as the battle ended, they quickly cleaned up the battlefield, so the corpses that were still in the inventory had not even cooled down. As soon as they were thrown out, blood oozed from the wounds and severed limbs, and soon there was a large pool of blood along the masonry. The gap merges into the river ditch.
Fortunately, the river flows through the Craftsman District and is already very turbid. You can still see quenching oil blooms floating on the water, so there is no need to worry about dirty water sources.
"so much!!"
"Are these really members of the Wizarding Coven!?"
The five people who followed shouted in surprise.
"Look what you're asking, can we still kill innocent people indiscriminately? Deal with some of it first. This place is a bit small. If we move outside, we won't have anywhere to stay."
"And!? One... how many are there in total?"
"There should be one hundred and sixty-seven." Mo Bei replied calmly.
"..."
The five people's faces turned pale.
You are going crazy! ! !
how did you do that! ! ? ?
Suddenly, a suspicion emerged in the minds of these five people. After looking at each other for a while, the leader asked in a harsh voice:
"Excuse us for being rude, but we haven't asked you what your names are?"
When the identities of Mo Bei and others were confirmed, the five craftsmen were completely confused.
Just say it. . . This is not something a normal person would do. . .
