When Joet Brown opened his eyes, he found that he was not holding any weapon in his hand, but the handle of a sword box that looked quite worn and old.
Master Bronzebeard stepped forward and waved to Joet Brown.
"I can't give you this thing. How about you pick another one?"
Joet Brown was a little stunned. It was Master Bronzebeard who asked him to choose the weapon, and it was also Master Bronzebeard who did not let him choose.
"Could it be that the weapons in this box are not simple?"
Joet Brown guessed in his heart.
Although he thought so, it was just a weapon and there was nothing special about it, so Joet Brown was ready to let go.
Unexpectedly, in the next moment, Joet Brown's face changed drastically.
Master Bronzebeard was still nagging beside him.
"This is weird, I never bring this thing out to set up a stall, why did I bring it out today
Hey, kid, give me a favor and pick another one and I'll give you a 50% discount."
Joet Brown turned his head away, not knowing whether to laugh or cry, and said to Master Bronzebeard with a hint of apology,
"I can't let go."
The right hand that was stretched out to hold the sword box seemed to be firmly stuck by super glue. No matter how hard he tried, he could not pull his right hand off the handle of the sword box.
Upon hearing this, Master Bronzebeard's two small eyes immediately widened.
"Hey dear, don't tease me.
How can it be impossible to loosen up
Well, it’s not that old Bronzebeard is reluctant to part with it, but this weapon is unlucky. This is my collection.
I accidentally brought it out today, can you please give old Bronzebeard some face?"
Master Bronzebeard's words were sincere.
Joet Brown knew very well that Master Bronzebeard had no need to lie to him.
Every weapon on this small stall is of top quality. There is really no need to bother with a weapon whose details you don't know and damage the friendship between Master Bronzebeard and his mentor Arnold.
It’s a pity that he really couldn’t let go.
"Master Bronzebeard, I'm very sorry, did you apply super glue on this box
I really can’t let go...
If you don’t believe it, you can come and see for yourself.”
Joet Brown first asked a seemingly nonsensical question, and then asked Master Bronzebeard for help.
Such rhetoric contains a hint of helplessness.
Master Bronzebeard immediately walked in with small steps, shaking his head, muttering,
"Could it be that he has already recognized his master?"
Although the sound was very small, it reached Joet Brown's ears.
Joet Brown kept the words "recognize the master" in mind and would definitely ask for clarification later.
"Boy, stretch out your hand and let's see."
Due to his height, Master Bronzebeard could only stand at Joet Brown's waist.
Joet Brown was very cooperative in carrying the sword box, and considerately brought a small stool nearby. He squatted down and placed the sword box on the stool so that Master Bronzebeard could see it more clearly.
Master Bronzebeard noticed all the little details of Joet Brown, and he praised him in his heart with satisfaction.
The sword box was placed flat on the small stool, and from Master Bronzebeard's perspective, he could see that the muscles in Joet Brown's arms were not exerting any force.
He stretched out his thick fingers and gently moved Joet Brown's hand that was holding the handle of the sword case.
But the hand didn't move at all? It was as if it had become a part of the sword box.
Master Bronzebeard said in a trembling voice
"Boy? Old Bronzebeard has done you harm."
Joet Brown looked at Master Bronzebeard strangely
"Master Bronzebeard? Why do you say that?"
Master Bronzebeard stuttered, his eyes full of hesitation. But in the end he sighed and told the story of the weapons in the box.
“The owners of this sword were once heroes in history or even mythology.
Cu Chulainn used it to cut off the head of the green dragon, and Leonidas I killed thousands of Persian soldiers in the Battle of Thermopylae? But what were their endings
Died in battle.
All the masters of this sword ended up dying in battle."
“Death in battle
That's better than dying meaninglessly at the end of your life."
Jobartron laughed at himself.
"Master Bronzebeard? The school doctor determined that I have three years left.
Then dying in battle should be a good ending for me."
Master Bronzebeard was speechless when he heard this.
He looked earnestly into Joet Brown's face, and sighed.
"Whatever? Just take it."
Since it doesn't want you to leave, try opening the sword box."
Jobtran responded and opened the lid of the sword box with his left hand.
A long horizontal sword lay quietly inside.
The surface of the blade has water ripples similar to those of Damascus steel, and the complex water ripple patterns bloom in a rose shape on the blade.
There are stripes running through the surface, which proves its superb craftsmanship.
The octagonal blade supports the slightly curved blade, and the golden handle has spiral decorations.
There is a complex infinity symbol design on the handle, and there is a dragon head at the bottom of the handle.
On the blade, there were two patterns that Joet Brown could not understand.
This knife has excellent toughness. Joet Brown stretched out his left hand and lightly flicked the blade, and the blade immediately made a long sound.
At this time, Joet Brown's right hand could be released. He took a deep breath before holding the weapon that he had chosen.
When my right hand touched the hilt of the knife, the word Yama came to my mind.
"Yan Mo? Is this your name?"
Joet Brown muttered to himself, then gently waved his right hand holding Yama's, and a sharp sound of breaking through the air was heard.
Placed under Yama was a black scabbard.
Joet Brown picked up the scabbard, put the knife back into the sheath, and put it behind his back.
"Thank you Master Bronzebeard for the gift. I am grateful."
Master Bronzebeard waved his hands with a complicated expression.
“There is basically no one in this world who can lift up Yama. Since you can, it belongs to you.
Now that I have the melee weapons, I'll also find you some ranged weapons to keep with you."
After saying that, Master Bronzebeard casually pulled out a bunch of muskets that made Jobtron amazed from the wooden barrel beside him.
These muskets were thrown into the wooden barrels at random and piled up in a messy manner like garbage.
But these muskets were of a different size from the ones Joet Brown had encountered before, making it difficult for Joet Brown to choose.
The dwarf's musket should be called a musket.
The characteristic of a fire gun is that it is powerful, but it is basically a weapon that can only fire once in a battle.
From the muzzle of the gun that is as big as an adult's fist, one can roughly understand the dwarf's simple and rough fighting style, which is to swing a sledgehammer.
If Joet Brown picked one and carried it on his back, it would obviously look a bit out of place.
Therefore, Joet Brown is currently in a dilemma.
If he chose it, this weapon that could only fire one shot per round would obviously affect his fighting style; but if he didn't choose it, he would lose face for Master Bronzebeard.
Joet Brown suddenly had an idea and turned to Master Bronzebeard and asked,
"Master Bronzebeard, if I provide you with a design or concept, can you help me create it?"
Master Bronzebeard was stunned when he heard this and scratched his head.
“You may have to wait a long time.
It is a bit troublesome to make fine firearms, and you may even have to negotiate with those smelly goblins about the production process before they can make it for you.
If you are not in a hurry, can you first tell me what kind of gun you want
If it's not difficult to make, old Bronzebeard will take care of everything."
Master Bronzebeard said this and patted his chest confidently.
The trembling beard combined with Master Bronzebeard's serious expression looked quite funny.
Joet Brown thought about it carefully and said,
“There are two problems with most of the flintlocks I’ve handled in the past.
First, the power is insufficient and the accuracy is extremely poor.
Second, the speed of continuous shooting is not fast and requires manual reloading.
I think, with Master Bronzebeard's ability, he will be able to overcome these two problems!"
Master Bronzebeard's confident expression froze. He had already boasted so much, and now that he said he was not good enough, it was obviously a loss of face for him.
Master Bronzebeard blushed and scratched his head.
“Your request is not difficult, but I need some time.
Please wait here, I have something important to talk to someone about."
After saying that, he left alone, leaving Joe Butran with a helpless look on his face.
Jobtran looked at the scattered guns on the ground, then silently squatted down and picked them up for Bronzebeard.
——
"This brat, these two requirements can never be achieved at the same time.
How can there be a perfect gun that is powerful, fast, and accurate
This is difficult.”
Master Bronzebeard walked on the road, muttering to himself all the way.
Before he knew it, he smelled a bad odor.
When he came to his senses, he found that he had walked to the cave where the goblins were.
From time to time, the sound of mechanical operation could be heard from the cave, and there was even the smell of engine oil in the air.
"Jiji, old dwarf Bronzebeard, what are you doing here?"
A green-skinned goblin came out from the corner of the cave. He was even shorter than the dwarf.
The goblin was holding a dirty wrench in his hand, but the length of the wrench was almost as long as the goblin's height, and the goblin was wearing a pair of engineering overalls that looked like a child's clothes.
The pockets of the overalls are filled with various small tools, screws, screwdrivers and the like.
"Bah, ugly goblin, if I hadn't been distracted, how could I have come to you?"
Master Bronzebeard turned around angrily and was about to leave.
“Tsk, tsk, tsk, you must have run into a problem.
As a dignified Bronzebeard, is there any problem that cannot be solved
Jijijiji, I think it’s just like this.”
The goblin sneered behind Bronzebeard, his green face full of mockery and even a hint of pity.
The upright Master Bronzebeard immediately jumped up and stopped turning around.
He turned around angrily and yelled at the goblin who looked like he deserved a beating,
"Bullshit, do you believe that Master Bronzebeard will spray a mouthful of strong liquor on your face?"
"Jijijijiji, why are you so anxious? Are you desperate
Oh, no, a dog can jump higher than you, you can only drill a hole under the wall and crawl over with dust all over your face. "
The foul-mouthed goblin successfully aroused Bronzebeard's anger. If Bronzebeard had a sledgehammer with him, he would have swung it without thinking.
Bronzebeard was so angry that his eyes bulged out, and he shouted loudly,
"Then let me ask you, can you make a long-range weapon that is accurate, has a fast firing rate, fast reload speed, and strong power?"
The goblin was stunned after hearing this, then he put down the wrench and thought for a moment, then nodded heavily.
“I can, but what I’ll build should be a large siege weapon.
According to what you said, you need a light weapon that is light and convenient and can be carried with you, right?"
"Of course, why else would I have pondered for so long?"
Master Bronzebeard puffed his beard and glared with his hands on his hips, looking helpless.
“The reason why large siege weapons can accommodate so many advantages is that you don’t need to worry too much about the size, and you can add accessories to it at will. But if you want a portable weapon, why not make it in two parts
Jiji, the shorty really has no brains."
The goblin then sneered, but Master Bronzebeard didn't pay any attention to this remark.
When Master Bronzebeard heard the words "separate into two pieces", an interesting idea came to his mind.
"Make way, make way, I want to go in and draw the blueprints!"
Master Bronzebeard immediately walked towards the goblin cave in a hurry.
This was not his first time here, so he was naturally familiar with the place.
The goblin, who was not good at physical combat, was pushed to the ground with a cry and a shout.
"Hey, hey, hey, I'm working on explosives in there!"
"Mind your own business. The blueprint is more important."
Master Bronzebeard ignored the goblin's instructions, stepped in, and accidentally stepped on the screws scattered on the ground.
My foot slipped and I fell to the ground.
“Ahhh!”
There was nothing good to grab at hand, so he grabbed the goblin next to him, and the two of them turned into two glutinous rice balls rolling in sugar, rolling towards the depths of the cave.
The two men bumped into the explosive pack in the cave, and the parts that fell out of the goblin's pocket scratched the cover of the explosive pack.
A large amount of black powder flowed out of the explosive bag.
As the goblin rolled, his overalls got caught on one of the protruding rock pillars in the cave. The goblin's face flushed, and he desperately grabbed the dwarf Bronzebeard, who was sliding down and waving his hands in confusion.
"Hold on, hold on!"
Bronzebeard reacted and immediately shouted at the goblin.
“Ohhhhh my ding ding!!!
Jiji, you fat guy!!! It’s time to lose weight!!!"
The goblin, whose penis was in pain from the overalls, did not forget to complain at this critical moment.
A screw rolled slowly down from the cave entrance, hit the ground a few times, bounced, and then inexplicably ignited the black powder on the ground.
First there was a small puff of black smoke, then a slowly spreading flame that extended deep into the cave, followed by a loud bang.
Large amounts of smoke and dust spewed out from the depths of the cave.
At the critical moment, the goblin activated the jet pack behind his overalls.
With a whoosh, he flew out of the cave with Old Bronzebeard.
After landing, the two looked at each other and burst into laughter.
"Jiji, old Bronzebeard, you should change your name to Blackbeard."
"Bah, bah, bah, Gallywix, why don't you change your name to "There are no screws in your house?"