The numbness from the electric shock was fading, and he could feel a powerful feedback when his feet touched the ground. The long-awaited strength made Meg feel relaxed.
It was as if a stone that had been pressing on his chest had been removed. He could say goodbye to being a cripple from now on. Although he couldn't go anywhere, he could be a normal stay-at-home dad.
"The efficiency of cooking should at least be doubled. I guess I'll have to hire another waiter," Meg murmured to himself as he walked towards the weapons shop in Mobai.
Although he passed by the shop every day, Meg had never entered the weapons shop in Mobai.
The size of the house was about the same as Meg's. The houses in Aden Square and the individual shops were about the same size. They were all built together, but some big shops would have several shops connected.
The house was built with a kind of black stone, and it looked like it had been recently repaired. The surface wasn't very smooth, and it was similar to the rough character of the dwarves.
A small iron rod poked out of the door. There were three thin round iron plates hanging from it, and the words "weapons shop" were written in red handwriting. It looked like it had been written many times, and the handwriting overlapped with each other. It looked very old, and it was a testament to the old dwarven blacksmith's life in Mobai.
There was a wooden door in the weapons shop, but the wooden planks in the direction of the door were all removable. During the day, Mobai would take them all down and put them aside. The wooden door was also completely open.
The faint sound of metal clanking could be heard. Meg was secretly glad that the system had done a good job of soundproofing the restaurant. Otherwise, it would be a torture to listen to the sound of metal clanking every day.
Mag stood at the entrance and looked inside. He was greeted by the sight of a place that resembled a weapons exhibition hall. There were all types of weapons hanging on the wall on the right, and there were two rows of wooden racks. There was a wall separating the forge inside from the outside, and there was a small opening in the wall. On the other side, there were four chairs placed against the wall. The layout appeared to be very simple, and the black stone floor appeared to be quite clean.
From big axes to small throwing knives, long swords, short swords, iron rods, heavy swords … As long as it was a mainstream weapon, it could be found on the weapon rack. The bright light outside shone on the weapons, giving them a cold light. One could see the sharpness of the weapons.
"A weapon that can sell for a thousand gold coins is indeed extraordinary." Meg's eyes lit up. Although he had played with guns more than cold weapons in his previous life, he still had a good eye for weapons.
The weapons shops in Mobai were filled with clanking noises every night. It was obvious that business was doing well. Weapons were the most important partners of a warrior. The quality of the weapons could determine the outcome of a battle. Therefore, the reputation of an old blacksmith was more useful than any advertisement.
The weapons shops in Mobai were like that. In Chaos City, there were no more than three dwarves who could match his skills. As for whose weapons were better, there were many different opinions. The fact that a blacksmith shop could maintain a booming business for decades was enough to prove everything.
Meg stepped over the threshold and walked in quietly. Other than the sound of forging, he could also vaguely hear a man's conversation. Meg listened carefully for a while and realized that the people talking were Meg and Habeng. It seemed that Habeng didn't go back home after breakfast. Instead, he stayed at the blacksmith shop in Mobai.
The sound of forging suddenly stopped. Mobai stuck his head out of the door, and called out in surprise, "Mr. Mak?"
"Boss of Mobai. I was bored, so I came over to take a look. You can continue with your work." Meg replied with a smile. He did come over to take a look. It was a little strange for a restaurant owner to buy weapons. It would make people think in a bad way.
"Mr. Mak, are you going to get a weapon to play with too?" Habeng came out from behind, and asked Meg with a smile.
"I'll just play with the cleaver. I just came over to take a look." Meg shook his head with a smile. Other than taking a look, Meg also wanted to see how heavy a weapon was suitable for him with his current strength.
When Meg Alex was in his prime, he used a black heavy sword that weighed 100 kilograms. It could kill a dragon with one strike.
Meg's body had recovered, so it wasn't a problem for him to pick up something that weighed 100 kilograms. However, it was a little difficult for him to use a sword that weighed 100 kilograms as a weapon.
"System, do you sell weapons?" Meg asked in his heart. The weapons in Mobai were too expensive.
"The System doesn't provide weapons that hurt people." The System's solemn voice sounded.
"Well, I'll just buy it here," Meg said calmly.
"If the host wants to practice his knife skills, it's not impossible to sell it to the host. However, I hope the host can guarantee that the weapon in your hands will be a sword of justice and won't be used to kill people," the System said hesitantly.
"I'm buying it to kill people, and I want the kind that can kill people with one strike. If you don't have it, then forget it." Meg curled his lips and said with some sarcasm, "Sword of justice? Do you think you're selling children's toys? "
"Host, you've bought children's toys many times. Please don't look down on children's toys. The craftsmanship of children's toys is no worse than that of a weapon. The feelings invested by the creator far exceed that of a cold weapon. Moreover, the price of high-grade toys is much higher than that of a weapon. So, what right do you have to look down on children's toys?" The System's solemn voice sounded.
"…" Meg thought for a moment and was speechless. Amy's music box cost 200 gold coins. If she were to buy a higher-grade toy, it was possible that the price would surpass that of a weapon.
"That's right. If Mr. Mak's hands were to hold a sword, it would be a loss. This world can have one less mediocre Knight, but it can't have one less Mr. Mak." Habeng nodded in agreement.
If it's Meg Alex, then he's not a mediocre Knight. Mag thought to himself as he made his way over to a slender longsword that was hanging on the wall. He smiled as he said, "Yes, it's pretty good to be a chef."
Mobai, who was wearing a thick black apron, walked out from inside and looked at Meg with a smile. "Mr. Mak, if you want to buy one to play with, I suggest you take the one on the top. It's shorter, and it might be more suitable for you."
Meg looked too thin. Previously, when he was cooking, he often had to hold onto the stove to rest. That female sword might be more suitable for him, so he didn't have any disdain for it. Although the sword that Meg wanted to take was slender, it still weighed about five kilograms. He was afraid that Meg would twist his hand.
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