"Boss, how much is this knife?"
In the weapon shop, Vivian pointed at a sword with a red scabbard and asked the boss.
He just walked around the entire shop and thought that only this knife was pretty good. The rest were almost no different from the standard military knives issued by the base.
"Five million Baileys."
The boss sitting behind the counter said weakly.
"Five million Baileys..." Dashiqi, who was following behind Vivian, pushed his glasses, then took the knife from Vivian, pulled it out and examined it carefully.
"Although this knife is exquisitely crafted, the materials used are not of high quality at all. It can't even be ranked among the top fifty sharp swords. It can only be considered a sharp sword. Five million... isn't it a bit too expensive?"
This is a total rip off.
Somehow, Tashigi's eyes subconsciously carried a hint of anger when she looked at the owner of the weapons shop.
Hearing this, the owner of the weapons shop stood up and was about to get angry, but after seeing the navy uniforms worn by Vivian and others, he immediately became respectful.
"It's the Navy, please sit anywhere. I'll get you some drinks..."
"No need, how much is this knife?" Vivian stretched out her hand to stop him.
"It's only two million Baileys, actually." The boss said with a flattering smile.
"Two million, that's about the price." Dashiqi nodded with satisfaction.
Just as Vivian took out her purse and was about to pay, a young man about 1.7 meters tall, wearing rags and linen clothes, carrying a bamboo basket on his back, rushed in from the door in a hurry, bumped into Vivian's chest, and then fell to the ground.
Wow!
More than twenty red swords fell out of the bamboo basket and spread all over the floor.
He looked at the red sword in his hand, then looked down at the ground.
Vivian:
"What does this mean?"
Vivian was stunned.
Similarly, Dashigi, who was standing next to him, was also shocked and speechless.
She picked up two of them from the ground, examined them carefully, and found that they were exactly the same as the one in Vivian's hand. Her mouth suddenly opened wide.
"How is that possible?!"
There are more than twenty "sharp knives", and there is basically no difference in the appearance and grip of each knife.
"A sharp knife... can also be mass-produced?"
Tashigi was in shock as her common sense was overturned.
Vivian then directed his gaze to the young man.
"Did you make these knives?"
"Who are you?"
The young man rubbed his forehead in pain. He just felt as if he had hit a rock.
"Me? My name is Alfred Vivian, and I'm a marine."
"navy?"
The young man curled his lips in disdain when he heard these two words. "What's so great about the navy? They do nothing all day and just get paid by the taxes we pay. A navy like this is no different from pirates."
BBQ Island is under the flag of the World Government, so every year it pays a considerable amount of "Heavenly Gold" to the Celestial Dragons.
If this continues, civilians will naturally have no good feelings towards the World Government and the Navy.
"Lamore!" The weapons shop owner winked at him.
But Vivian stepped forward and said, "You haven't answered me yet. Did you make all these knives on the ground?"
"So what?"
Lamore put his hands on his hips, with an expression that said, "What can you do to me?", and looked up at Vivian in a arrogant manner.
Knowing how to forge swords isn't illegal, so he didn't believe that these sailors would dare to do anything to him in broad daylight.
Vivian then said, "Take me to your house to watch you forge a sword. I'll give you 500,000 Baileys as a fee for watching. What do you think?"
juvenile:
...
If you have the chance to make money but don't make it, you're a fool.
Just by letting people watch him forge a sword, he can earn 500,000 Baileys for free. Naturally, there is no way that Larmore would refuse such a good thing.
So he took Vivian and wandered around the alleys of the town for a while, and came to the door of a dilapidated factory.
"arrive."
As Lamore said this, he pushed the door open and a strong smell of rust immediately came out from inside.
Vivian covered his mouth and nose and followed Lamor in. The scene that came into his eyes next made him frown.
The factory was almost empty.
There was a forging furnace and various metal materials piled up against the wall. Apart from that, there were two beds and a square table, and nothing else.
Glancing at the old man lying on the bed who seemed to be ill, Vivian said to Larmore, "Are you poor? Those knives can be sold for 2 million Baileys each. You made so many knives, you should be very rich, right?"
"It's all because of taxes." When he said this, Lamore got angry.
According to the regulations of the allied country, he needs to pay 50% of his income as taxes every year. Not only that, because he has no money to buy a store, he can only place the forged swords in the weapon shop and let the boss help sell them, and then take 30% of the profit from it.
With this calculation, after deducting the cost of materials, he could only earn less than 500,000 Baileys per knife.
"Excuse me, about this old man?" Vivian asked.
"The gangsters in the town wanted my grandfather to forge knives for them. After my grandfather had forged the knives, they refused to pay him, so my grandfather went to their house to ask for the money, and then they chopped off one of his legs.
"Not only that, they also force-fed poison to my grandfather. If I don't pay them another two million Baileys on time every month, my grandfather will die from the poison."
"The money for saving my life plus the money for medical treatment..."
Lamore said in a calm tone: "Now you know why I have no money, right?"
silence.
After hearing this story, Vivian wanted to smoke, but when he glanced at the old man lying on the bed, he immediately dismissed the idea.
"You didn't tell the Navy about this?" he asked.
However, when Lamor heard this, he couldn't help but sneer.
"Why didn't you tell me?"
"The last few times the navy passed by here, I would step forward and report my experiences, but you either ignored me or just agreed to it verbally, but in the end, nothing was done."
Until one day, after he reported the situation, he was caught that night, dragged into an alley, and beaten half to death. Only then did he realize how naive he had been before.
There is actually no difference between the navy and pirates!
This is also the reason why he said those words in the weapon shop just now.
"Stop talking about those nonsense. Don't you want to watch me forge a sword? Just put the money on the table. Of course, you don't have to pay, as long as you don't disturb me."
As Lamore said this, he sighed, turned around helplessly and walked towards the stove.
And at the same time.
Option 1: Treat the old man's injuries. (Completion reward: a sharp knife - "Blood Red Blade")
Option 2: Treat the old man's injuries, and help him get the antidote from the town's gangs, and seek justice. (Completion reward: a large sharp sword 21-work "Blood Demon")
Option 3: Do nothing, watch the blacksmithing and leave. (Completion reward: Blacksmithing experience +20)
Can this be a branch line
Looking at the options before her, Vivian seemed hesitant again.