Suren of the leather shop had reopened the door of the shop.
The arrival of winter gradually slowed down the business, but Suren was still open for business. After all, it was better to take some leather armor repair business than nothing. More importantly … after Viscount Tranka's death, Gigg Town was now in a state where no one urged him to pay taxes. Compared to the high taxes in the past, he was naturally willing to take advantage of this period to earn more money.
Of course, Suren was more concerned about the whereabouts of Roddy.
Three days had passed since the day Roddy entered the leather shop and fought, but Suren's heart still could not calm down …
When he went to the tavern to buy wine two days ago, he naturally heard the people talking about the legendary "sharpshooter" — Suren was not stupid, he was almost sure that the guy was Roddy!
Although the "sharpshooter" in people's words was unbelievably powerful, Suren could infer what Roddy had done from just a few words and everything he had seen …
Alone, he led hundreds of infantry away, trapped in the enemy's formation, but took the initiative to create an opportunity to surround and annihilate the enemy, breaking through the encirclement and successfully killing several times the enemy's number. Such a thing would only be sung by bards in the past, but now … it was a fact that everyone could see!
Sitting in the shop, Suren's eyes kept involuntarily looking at the window next to him — the mark left by Roddy's arrow on the wooden frame was very clear, and the intensive sound of the bowstring still seemed to be echoing in his ears.
"Did he kill Earl Owen …"
The enemy from many years ago was killed just like that. Until now, Suren still had a surreal feeling — that was a real Earl! How could he just kill him like that?
"Creak —"
The wooden door was pushed open, and a fierce-looking mercenary walked in with muddy feet, shouting loudly, "Where's the shorty? Come out! We have business! "
Suren was behind the counter. Even though he was not tall, the mercenary could definitely see him, so his shout was obviously sarcastic. The cobbler frowned, and finally replied in a somewhat stiff tone, "I'm here."
"Clang!"
A pile of leather armor was thrown in front of Suren. "Sixteen pieces of leather armor. Repair those that need to be repaired. Deliver them within a week."
The mercenary didn't give Suren any face at all. His tone sounded like he was ordering a servant around, but Suren could only grit his teeth and bear it — because this guy was a member of the Wolverine Mercenary Group.
This was the reality. Since one did not have enough trump cards to fight against such a tyrannical fellow, the only way to live in peace when facing such a tyrannical fellow was to swallow one's anger.
Although the Wolverine Mercenary Group was not arrogant enough to kill people wantonly, Suren knew that the only outcome of provoking them was the closure of his shop. Fight back? Other than cursing a few times to satisfy his craving, he probably couldn't even beat this guy in front of him.
"Same old rules. If you want to repair it, you'll need a deposit of three silver coins."
Su Lun said in a low voice, trying hard to suppress his anger.
"Shorty, are you stupid?"
The mercenary pointed at the "Wolverine Mercenary Group" emblem on his chest. "Look at this. Are you negotiating with me? "
"Three silver coins."
Su Lun's stubbornness rose. He glared at the guy in front of him. "It was like this in the past."
"The past is the past. Now that there's no one collecting taxes in Keg Town, we're the ones collecting it. It doesn't matter who collects it. If you don't even understand the rules, your shop is going to be closed soon. "
The mercenary knocked on the counter and threw a handful of copper coins. "Our leader is taking care of your business. Don't be so shameless."
The copper coins that fell on the counter made Su Lun's face turn red. This kind of poor quality copper coins could only be exchanged for one silver coin, and this handful of copper coins was only worth eight copper coins, which was less than the price of one silver coin.
The three silver coins that Su Lun asked for was only a deposit. It would normally cost around nine silver coins to repair all of them … So these eight copper coins were basically used to make beggars eat.
This kind of behavior was really too much. Su Lun's lips trembled in anger. He was about to scold the mercenary, but he was interrupted by the door that was pushed open again. He turned his head, but the words that he wanted to say stopped abruptly …
The hooded Roddy walked into the shop. When he saw Su Lun, he greeted him calmly, "We meet again."
His gaze lingered on the mercenary beside him for a moment, and then he said, "Don't worry about me."
After that, he strolled around alone, looking extremely leisurely.
This feeling was exactly the same as when he shot arrows outside the window a few days ago. He just stood there calmly, but Su Lun felt a kind of pressure. Not only him, but even the mercenary from the 'Wolverine Mercenary Group' also felt this. This guy didn't know Roddy's identity. He seemed to want to say something, but he paused and finally turned to Su Lun again. "That's all. Do as you see fit!"
"I said, three silver coins."
Su Lun originally wanted to compromise, but when he saw Roddy standing beside him, he suddenly felt a surge of courage in his heart. He unexpectedly pushed the copper coins back and forced the mercenary to stop.
"Shorty … Say that again?"
Before Su Lun could speak, the mercenary grabbed the copper coins and threw them at him. "You don't want to keep this shop, do you?!"
Su Lun leaned back, and the copper coins hit him. It hurt a little, but when he saw the mercenary's angry face, he felt an inexplicable sense of pleasure.
Earl Owen's death had made him … more courageous.
Roddy originally didn't want to meddle in other people's business, but when he turned around, he found that he had to intervene — because the mercenary directly pulled out his sword and slashed at Su Lun!
This gave Roddy a headache. Su Lun couldn't die. This "special NPC" was much more useful than the general grocer. So he immediately pulled out his sword and easily deflected the mercenary's short sword. Then he looked at the mercenary in front of him and said, "Don't you think you've gone too far?"
"Who are you? Do you know who I am?! "
The mercenary shouted loudly after the short sword was deflected, but there was a hint of fear in his eyes. He originally just wanted to cut a mark on the counter to threaten Su Lun, but Roddy's casual block made his hand hurt. As a mercenary, he immediately became vigilant.
Although his words were unforgiving, in his heart, he already had the intention to retreat.
"I don't know."
Roddy shrugged. "But if you want to cut people, I won't agree."
"Fine, just you wait!"
Like a gangster on the street, the mercenary knew that he was no match for Roddy, so he wisely chose to retreat. But when he looked at Su Lun, he pointed at the shop and said, "You can continue to open the shop if you can!"
Su Lun spat and watched as the mercenary picked up the leather armor and left, his eyes full of disdain.
The mercenary stomped his leather boots and walked out as if to show off. But before he could leave the shop, a figure walked in and stopped him. Natha silently walked into the shop. She was wearing a thick fur cloak and a hood that covered the pointy ears unique to the Wood Elves. Her mouth was also covered with a scarf. Although half of her face was covered, anyone with normal vision would be able to tell that Nata's face was so beautiful that it could bring calamity to a nation …
The mercenary who was about to leave the shop froze on the spot and stared at Natha. The Wood Elf didn't even look at him. She walked to Roddy and whispered something to him. Then she quietly stood to the side like a follower.
The scene made the mercenary swallow his saliva. He looked up at Rody and sneered as he left the leathermaking shop.
Rody, who was aware of all this, did not respond because he had no interest in paying attention to such an insignificant character.
He turned to Su Lun and asked curiously, "What's that guy doing here?"
"He's from the Wolverine Mercenary Group. He's been getting more and more outrageous after Tranka's death. He said he wants to collect taxes for the nobles, as if they're lords."
Su Lun didn't know Roddy's exact identity. He only vaguely knew that Roddy was related to the famous "Baron Sodelor." But the two of them didn't really talk much, so his complaints were unintentional.
Roddy thought it was interesting. He looked out the door thoughtfully and asked, "You didn't have to provoke him just now, did you? Isn't it a little inappropriate to open a shop like this? "
"Business is business, not to be someone else's pig or dog. If they continue like this, I'll quit." Su Lun thought of that guy's face and said hatefully, "I've swallowed my anger for so many years. If this goes on, I'm afraid people will only look at me like a turtle."
As Su Lun spoke, he took out Rody's armor pieces, placed them on the counter, and asked, "Here they are. There is one thing I want to ask. Did you kill Earl Owen?"
"Yes." Roddy nodded. "He was the necromancer's lackey. Baron Sodelor killed him on the battlefield."
Su Lun took out another bag and pushed it to Roddy. "I've collected some rare leather materials over the years. Now that I think about it, they're actually useless. Take them with you."
Seeing Roddy's shocked expression, Su Lun said bluntly, "I have a grudge against Owen, and now I've avenged him. I don't have anything else, but these materials should be able to help you make good equipment."
Only then did Roddy understand why Su Lun did this. He casually flipped through the [Quest Panel] and saw that there was indeed a quest related to Su Lun with the word "Completed" written on it. Feeling at ease, he took the bag and opened it. A sea of blue words instantly dazzled his eyes. These were all "Excellent" materials, and they had all been processed by Su Lun …
In other words, he could make some leather armor with these materials and make top-grade equipment that could enhance the effect of his skills!
And it would not be inferior to those lizard skins!
This was definitely something Roddy did not expect. He was stunned for a moment, but then he looked up and asked, "Have you ever thought of establishing a long-term partnership with me?"
He reached behind him and took out the elven fruit wine that he had prepared. "There will be better pay, more supplies, and … more wine."
"Oh? Is it under Baron Sodelor's management? "
Su Lun was actually a little confused. He was not very interested in making leather goods. He only saw it as a skill to support his family. Hearing Roddy's words, he was a little indifferent. After all, as a citizen of the territory, his fate was to struggle to survive under the protection of various lords.
This was something that all civilians could not avoid.
But he did not expect that Roddy would give him an unexpected answer. "No, if you are willing to cooperate, then I will manage it."
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