Han Jin thought that the man wouldn't be nice to him for dragging him into this mess. But he didn't expect that the man's behavior was a bit strange. He just followed him and Stillberg with a calm face, as if he didn't know what kind of burden he was carrying.
They could see the lights in the bar, and even hear the noise coming from the bar. Han Jin stopped, turned around and reached out his hand to the man: "Let me introduce myself, I'm Raphael, an incompetent hereditary baron who lost his family fortune."
It was the first time for the man to hear such a self-deprecating self-introduction. He was a little surprised, but then he also reached out his hand: "I'm Morrisons, a senior swordsman."
"Oh my God …" Stillberg's eyes widened. His memory wasn't confused, so he clearly remembered what a senior swordsman meant. The lowest level of professions was the warrior, which was divided into high and low levels, followed by the warrior. After becoming a senior warrior, one would have to choose whether to become a swordsman or a Knight. A senior swordsman would be a fighter, and a fighter was definitely a senior profession! If the professions were divided into ten levels, a senior swordsman belonged to the sixth level. Radon Town was just a small town, even a senior warrior would be enough to cause a shock, let alone a senior swordsman in front of him!
Surprisingly, Han Jin, who had a vague understanding of professions, reacted more strongly than Stillberg. His lips became pale, and the muscles on his cheeks tightened. Morrisons could clearly feel that Han Jin's hands were trembling violently.
There was no other reason, Han Jin was extremely sensitive to energy. When he held Morrisons's hands, he quickly sensed the explosive energy contained in his body. That kind of energy was so huge that it had already broken through the basic unit of yuan. It was thousands of Jia, or even nearly ten thousand Jia. If it went one step further, it would reach the realm of Xuan. But ten thousand yuan was equal to one Jia. The gap between them was too big. Even at the peak of that world, his strength couldn't be compared with the swordsman in front of him.
"Master Raphael, what's wrong with you?" Morrisons hurriedly loosened his hands, he thought that he was too strong and hurt Han Jin.
"It's nothing. I just thought of something. Sorry." Han Jin forced a smile and said, "There's something I need your help with. When I see the dwarf, can you cooperate with me?"
"What do you need me to do?"
"You don't have to do anything. Just stand behind me."
Morrisons thought for a while and nodded with a silly smile, "Okay."
Logically speaking, Han Jin shouldn't have made such a request because there was no relationship between the two of them. The reason why Morrisons agreed was because of Han Jin's appearance, temperament, tone, and smile. Although not everyone liked him, at least no one could dislike him.
Walking into the bar, Han Jin found there were only a few customers, which was normal since Radon Town was just a small town. At first glance, Han Jin saw a stout guy with a height of over one meter sitting in front of the bar. He was talking loudly, while the bargirl opposite him was listening to him carefully with a flattering smile.
Han Jin walked slowly to the dwarf and stood beside him. He said in a low voice, "Sorry to disturb you. Are you Master Villar?" Han Jin said while looking at Villar. This was a dwarf who didn't like to talk about hygiene. From the side, he could clearly see the earwax in Villar's ear holes. Villar had a big beard that didn't match his height. There were even some bread crumbs on his beard. He was wearing a shabby leather armor. The smell of alcohol and sweat mixed together was very unpleasant. The man's boots were even more worn out than his leather armor. One of his shoes had a broken toe, revealing his dirty toes.
Han Jin knew that the feasibility of the plan had been greatly improved. Before leaving, he asked Miss Qi Li about Villar's situation. Miss Qi Li brought Villar from the Holy Crown City to Radon Town. Villar suddenly put forward a rude request when the weapon store was opened for two days. That is to say, Villar hadn't received any salary yet. In addition, Villar's personal savings had been lost. He was too hot-tempered. In the Holy Crown City, he beat someone just because of a little friction. As a result, he hurt a noble. If Miss Qi Li hadn't lent him some money, Villar would have been put in prison.
"Go away, don't bother me!" Villar didn't even look at Han Jin. He waved his hand impatiently, as if he was driving a fly away.
Morrisons snorted and took half a step forward. Villar suddenly turned around, glancing at the huge sword on Morrisons' shoulder and the badge on Morrisons' chest. After a moment, he reluctantly put down the glass and said: "This … young master, what can I do for you?"
"I need you to make a set of armor for me. It's urgent. As for the price … I won't treat you badly." Han Jin said lightly. The glass in Villar's hand had been empty for a long time, but he didn't put it down for a long time, which meant that he still wanted to drink. All these characteristics showed that Villar was now in a very difficult situation. Of course, the person who manipulated him behind the scenes also gave him some money. Otherwise, Villar wouldn't have the money to open the store. But the money was not a lot. After renting the store, plus the expenses of eating and drinking these days, the money should be almost used up.
"I don't have time. Go find someone else." Villar flatly refused.
"I only want the most common set of armor, five gold coins." An ordinary set of armor was worth at most one or two gold coins. The price Han Jin offered was already very high.
"Didn't you hear me? I said, I don't have time! "Villar slammed the table and shouted. Villar just saw that the big mercenary was not easy to deal with, so he had no choice but to say a few perfunctory words to Han Jin. Seeing that Han Jin didn't let go, he couldn't control his temper.
"Ten gold coins, I can't go any higher." Han Jin smiled: "I have no other choice. I must get the set of armor I want before dawn, so I gave you a price that will absolutely satisfy you. I hope you can satisfy me too." Han Jin's words had a hint of threat, but his wording was very accurate to avoid making people feel disgusted.
"Wow … Ten gold coins …" The barmaid in the bar let out a low sigh.
Villar looked at the barmaid, and then looked at Han Jin. With his personal temper, he didn't want to do anything but drink. But the price offered by the other side was really tempting. Villar showed a hesitant look.
"I don't know why you are still hesitating." Han Jin's face was full of friendliness: "I heard that you are a qualified forging master. You can earn ten gold coins in one night, or even half a night. If you were in the Holy Crown City, it would be the price of a magic set of armor."
Villar touched his beard for a long time, then jumped down from the chair and said in a muffled voice: "Come with me."
Han Jin smiled and slowly followed Villar. The barmaid in the bar suddenly shouted: "Hey … Mr. Villar, you haven't paid for the drinks!"
"What are you shouting for? Are you afraid that I won't pay?! " Villar was so angry that his beard stood up. He turned around and roared. His roar was so loud that even the bottles on the liquor cabinet shook. After roaring, Villar's eyes glanced at Han Jin. His meaning was obvious: I just found a big business, do I still need to worry about money?
Han Jin suddenly remembered that Miss Qi Li had introduced Villar as a high-grade combat dwarf. It seemed that although his strength was not as good as Morrisons, it was not much worse. Because the guests in the bar, including the two barmaids, seemed to be very afraid of Villar.
The four of them crossed half of the town and returned to Miss Qi Li's shop. It was late, and Miss Qi Li's shop had already been closed. Villar stared at the lights on the second floor. Han Jin didn't urge him, but quietly observed every change of Villar's. This was his professional habit, he always liked to look on indifferently.
After a while, Villar took out a key and went to an ordinary house opposite the small building. He opened the door with the key and went straight in.
The outside house was very empty. A table was placed in the corner, but there was no matching chair. Villar pushed open the door of the inner room. Han Jin also wanted to follow in. Who knew that Villar stared at the door and blocked the door: "Don't you know the rules? What do you want to do? "
Han Jin was stunned and smiled: "You misunderstood me, I just want to explain …"
"Explain what?"
"The armor I need is slightly different from the ordinary armor." Han Jin gestured on his chest and arms with his hands: "The chest can't be blocked, the left arm can be forged as normal, but the right arm should be exposed, and the back …"
Han Jin explained a lot, and Villar's eyes were getting bigger and bigger. Finally, he could not help but interrupt Han Jin: "What do you want such armor for?"
"You don't have to worry about that." Han Jin said lightly: "Otherwise, I can go to the opposite side and buy it casually. Why should I spend money to ask you to forge it for me?"
Villar shook his head, muttered something, and slammed the door.
Han Jin's ears were very good. He heard Villar say: Poor guy, his head must have been kicked by the beasts in the forest.
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