When Crodia came out of the cottage, he did not fail to notice the man in a cloak. At that time, he was standing in a corner of the iron stairs and avoided the sight of several young men upstairs. Under the cloak, the man pulled the brim of the hat down and grinned at Crodia. Crodia trembled all over and couldn't help but speed up and left the alley.

At this time, he would never have thought that the suspicious guy was sitting in the extremely hot blacksmith's house he had just left to sell weapons to several young craftsmen.

And this suspicious weapon merchant did not react from Snow's rather straightforward rejection for a while: "What?!"

The young man with bronze skin pouted and put his hands on his hips: "Snow, you were the one who asked for a lot of weapons! You don't want to send them to your door for free now. Are you stupid?"

Snow frowned: "I know this, Hassan! But you really dare to believe this person who calls himself a weapon merchant with unknown origin? And it's all free. It's fine if you can just provide weapons for at least thousands of people, it's really suspicious!"

A silence.

The three young men all knew that what Snow said was not unreasonable, and they all remembered the day when the weapons merchant suddenly appeared beside them.

One day before that, epidemic diseases began to rage in the slum where they originally lived.

Afterwards, the soldiers of the royal city came and forced them to their current place of residence, and were isolated for a long time until the disease was controlled.

Everyone will never forget the scene of a fire that swallowed up the place where they lived for many years. The flames swallowed up not only the bodies of those who died of illness, but also all the traces and memories they left in this place over the years.

"Why? Why do we have to burn everything when we are sick, and those people can get the best treatment?!" Someone looked at the gorgeous palace in the distance and roared, tears from the corners of his eyes slid down his cheeks, dyed bright red by the flames, but his body fell to the ground honestly.

"Because... this is fate! We are born with low fate." Someone replied.

"If only... it would be strong!" He thought at the four young people who had burned the fire for three days and three nights at the same time, and then "he" appeared, the mysterious weapon merchant, "Do you want to change the power of this fate? Can I lend it to you? You don't need anything to pay." He said this, as if in response to the voices of the four people, the weapons in his hands emitted some magic power, attracting the people in front of him to pick it up.

"Snow... you haven't forgotten the vow we made at that time? You vowed to use our own methods to protect our own lives." Hassan couldn't bear the awkward atmosphere and took the lead in breaking the silence.

Snow shook his head: "No, of course not. But..."

Hassan interrupted Snow impatiently: "Yes, Snow, you can't see it. You can't understand that weapon better. It's a magic prop that can be used by non-cultivists. This is a treasure! Do you think so?"

Jessica and the tall and thin man Mormon said in unison: "Yes. If there is something like that, we don't have to worry about what the government will do to us anymore!"

"But..." Xue None still frowned. Although he really couldn't see it, he knew very well in his heart. When he touched the weapon, the cold energy attached to it instantly spread to his whole body, making his hair tremble. The only thing he knew was that it was a terrifying negative energy. Now he wanted to express this feeling, but the weapon merchant's voice forced him to stop him back: "Okay, OK! In short, go and take a look first. Maybe His Highness Xue None will change his mind. I put the things at the place where everyone gathers. I guess you will be missing now. If you don't hurry up, everyone will have any opinions? You are everyone's "leaders"!"

"Snow, you won't go?" Jessica's words seemed to ask and were like an order.

"I... will go." Snow hesitated for a moment, groped and stood up, moved carefully to the door, and Mormon consciously went to support him.

The gathering location referred to by the weapon merchants is a large and old workshop in this area that has been abandoned for a long time. It is said that the boss of the workshop's family died here overnight many years ago. Their resentful spirits are still wandering here. Therefore, the workshop is idle and left to fend for itself. It was not until Snow and others quietly repaired it a little before they could be used as a secret base.

At this time, many people had gathered in the workshop, chasing around to watch something. Seeing Snow and the others coming, the hall of the workshop was immediately silent.
Chapter completed!