Xiao Chen looked at the female warrior and asked curiously, "Do you understand what we are saying?" He and Luo Ling were speaking Chinese just now.
"I don't understand, but your expressions tell me that you look down on these weapons." The female warrior's expression was relatively gentle, and it seemed that she was not dissatisfied with Xiao Chen's attitude.
"They are much worse than the armor you are wearing." Xiao Chen said bluntly.
The female warrior grinned. "These are all the work of Father Farel. He is the best blacksmith in Suero. These simple equipments outside are for his sons to practice. They are not made of good materials and have no magic runes. They are usually sold to those who are not well-off or used to deal with the city lord's servants. The good things he made himself are all in here."
"Servants? Does the city lord hire these things to equip his army?" Luo Ling asked.
"Who mentioned the stingy city lord outside? How can a guy who only knows how to rip people off be willing to equip the militia with good things?" A thunderous voice sounded from the inner room. Xiao Chen and the others looked back and saw a short and strong bearded man who was only as tall as Xiao Chen's waist. He walked out of the inner room. This bearded man was almost as tall as he was wide. His face was full of fat and his body was full of muscles. He looked like a sturdy man who was being dwarfed. He had broad eyebrows, round eyes, and a big beard that was braided into several strands. He held a forging hammer as big as his head and walked in front of the few people in a swagger.
The bearded man saw Xiao Chen and Luo Ling looking at him in surprise, and said angrily, "What are you looking at? Have you never seen a dwarf before? Which country town are you from?"
"Father Farrell, could you be a little more polite to the guests? If I hadn't come here to repair my equipment, the guests would have run away long ago because they didn't like the weapons outside." The female warrior complained.
"Oh, oh, it's little Kalanda. How did you get out of this mission? You know, my silly sons like to stay in the workshop and never come out. I'm still in need of someone to entertain guests. You're so pretty, slim and smart, it's just right for you to help me. I think fighting and killing are all men's business."
Xiao Chen secretly laughed in his heart. Although this female warrior was not ugly at all, he felt it was funny to use the words "beautiful" and "slim" to describe such a genuine female warrior.
Karanda curled her lips, her expression like a child seeing a nagging elder at home. She helplessly raised her finger to make a statement: "First, I am not small, at least much taller than you. Second, there is no man in Suero that I cannot beat. Third, it would be better to kill me than to let me stay in a house like this to sell things."
"Ahahaha!" Farrell laughed. He said without any anger: "But I'm old enough to be your grandfather, so you're just a little thing anyway."
"Dad, since you are old, can you be serious?" Kalanda said unhappily.
"As a dwarf, I'm still young! I'm fed up with those serious old stubborn people. If they hadn't been meddling in my affairs for half my life, would I have come here and stayed in the human city?" The dwarf seemed to have remembered something old, and his face looked unhappy.
"Alright, alright." Kalanda didn't want to listen to the dwarf nagging about trivial matters, so he quickly said, "A lot of things broke during this mission. Can you help me fix them as soon as possible?"
As she spoke she walked outside, took a large package from the horse's back, brought it inside and placed it on the ground.
Xiao Chen noticed that the package was very heavy, and the cloth bag was stretched straight by the weight of the things inside, but Karanda's movements were as if she was lifting an empty bag with ease. It seemed that even if she was not the best female fighter in Suero, she was at least a very capable fighter.
Farrell unpacked the package, revealing several pieces of armor and some damaged weapons.
"Oh, you guys fought a tough battle. This helmet has a fist-sized dent. That guy must have a big bump on his head, right? This breastplate is pierced. But, hey, it seems that my armor saved someone's life. Eh? Whose sword is this? Did he use it as a mace? It's bent. Even if this sword is repaired, it can't be used by such an idiot anymore."
Farrell kept mumbling to himself, but his hands were not slow. He quickly checked all the items. He counted on his fingers and said, "Three gold coins! Come back in a day to get them."
While Karanda and Farrell were paying the bill, Xiao Chen whispered to Luo Ling, "After all, she is a technician. She earned nearly 20,000 RMB from just one business."
Luo Ling chuckled and said, "Are you thinking about Morey again?"
"Why not? There are only a few of us and we can't survive on our own. And Kalandar said he is the best forging master? We can't let such a talent go. Let me try him." He stepped forward and said to Farrell, "Mr. Farrell, we have come from afar and want to purchase some good weapons and armor. Let us see your good stuff, can you?"
Farrell looked at Xiao Chen, frowned and said, "I only sell my weapons to people who can use them. You two have skinny arms and legs, how can you look like warriors?"
"How do you know we can't use weapons?"
Farrell sneered. "You are wearing robes and coming here to buy weapons. Aren't you causing trouble? The wand shop two blocks away from here is where you should go."
"Even if we are not warriors, can't we buy it for our companions?" Luo Ling asked back.
"Armor is a warrior's life, and weapons are his companions. If you rely on others to choose your companion, you are not worthy of being called a warrior."
Xiao Chen's eyes turned, and he pulled out an iron rod from the pile of debris on the ground. He held both ends with his hands, held his breath and exerted force, and the rod was twisted silently.
Even though Xiao Chen was baptized by the white light ball in the underground palace and his strength increased a lot, it was still a bit difficult for him to do this action. He put the iron rod on the table and said to the dwarf with some breathlessness: "Look, although I am also a wizard, I am full of fondness for violence."
Farrell was a little stunned. It wasn't that Xiao Chen was so strong, he could even bend an iron rod that was several times thicker. But he never thought that a magician would be so bored as to do such a thing. He asked in confusion, "Are you really a magician? The magicians I've seen are not like you! Those arrogant guys are just pretentious, walking around with their noses raised all day long, but they can't even crack an egg."
Xiao Chen nodded and said, "It's true. Magic and swords are both ways to win. There's no need to oppose them, right?"
"Hmph, that makes sense. I kind of like you, little guy. Then come with me. I'll show you the real good stuff at the Farrells."
The dwarf led them through a corridor and into another showroom. Xiao Chen and the others looked around and found that the equipment here was much better than outside. The armor and swords were made of fine materials, carefully crafted, and covered with various runes or inlaid with gems. If you use your mental power to explore these things, you can seem to feel the magical power contained in them. However, Xiao Chen vaguely felt that the best pieces were somewhat different from the flaming sword he had obtained. It was an intuition formed after the growth of mental power. Xiao Chen didn't understand the reason, but he just knew it.
"These are all magic weapons!" the dwarf said with a little pride. "Each piece of material was refined by an alchemist, then made into shape by us, and finally enchanted with magic using my secret technique. Take a look, what do you think?"
Xiao Chen frowned and held his chin, walking around the room. After a long while, he said, "These... seem to be a little short."
"What?!" Farrell exploded like a powder keg upon hearing this. He angrily said, "No one can insult Farrell's craftsmanship! These equipments are made with my unique craftsmanship, which is better than the dwarfs' ancestral methods. Even if you go to the Dwarf Kingdom, you will never be able to buy such equipment. Those old-fashioned people refuse to use my new methods and are still following the old ways from thousands of years ago!"
Xiao Chen looked at the lively dwarf, patted the flaming dagger on his waist and said, "I just want to buy a sword similar to this one."
Farrell suddenly became quiet as if he had been poured with a bucket of cold water. As an excellent craftsman, he seemed to sense an unusual aura from the plain scabbard on Xiao Chen's waist. Without saying a word, he rushed to Xiao Chen and pulled out the dagger. Before Xiao Chen could react, Farrell was already examining the sword.
"Good sword!" Farrell and Kalanda praised at the same time.
"The sword body is made of meteorite iron mixed with mithril, and is engraved with multiple layers of magic. This kind of array nesting is really good. The sword body is forged in the style of the elves in the heroic age. The center of gravity is very stable, and the curvature of the blade is very good. It is very versatile, and both fighting spirit and mental power can stimulate the flame inside. Hmm, it seems that the power can be further enhanced with the ability of the user. What a good sword! What's its name?" He swung it forward, and a flame streaked through the air, setting off a heat wave.
"Name? I call it 'Flame Dagger'" Xiao Chen shrugged.
"Fire! Flame! Short! Sword! You actually called a top-grade enchanted weapon 'Flame Short Sword'! This is an insult! This is blasphemy!" The old dwarf jumped up, "Today, you must give it a name that deserves it, otherwise don't even think about leaving this door!"
"Uh… how about torches? I think that's very fitting."
"I, I want to duel with you!"
"Ah, ah, why not call it 'sparks'? Look, how beautiful the sparks flying in the forge are."
"Well, that's more like it. Remember: respect your weapon, because it may save your life one day." The dwarf's temper came and went quickly. Seeing that Xiao Chen was sensible, Farrell continued to appreciate the sword.
He swung a few times, made a few thrusts, and took out a piece of wood to test the sword. He slashed a few times before returning the sword to Xiao Chen. He said seriously, "This sword is indeed better than all the weapons I have here, but it is good because of its material of meteorite iron. As for the manufacturing process, it is not better than my level. If I am given the best materials and the cooperation of the great alchemist, the weapons I make will not be worse than this one."
"Materials?" Xiao Chen saw Farrell staring at the dagger infatuatedly, and his heart moved. He took out a folding knife that Wang Jiyuan gave him for self-defense and handed it to him: "Take a look at this."
The dwarf took the folding knife brought from the modern world and was a little surprised. "An ordinary dagger without enchantment? The style is interesting. It looks like ordinary steel." He held it in his hand and observed and touched it for a while, shaking it and flicking it. The more he looked at it, the more solemn his expression became. Finally, he tried to use his fighting spirit to feel the folding knife. Suddenly, his face changed drastically, and he immediately pulled out a magic sword from the shelf. He said to Xiao Chen impatiently: "I want to chop it! I want to chop it with a sword!"