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Chapter 227 Clues about Brother Shrimp and the Blacksmith
"Wow, who are you?"

Melgar was so frightened that he jumped back, and then he could see clearly who made the sound.

It was a person, or should it be a person? He was wearing an iron helmet that covered his entire face, so his features could not be seen clearly.

But there is no hair or barbed scales on its body, and its body odor and voice are normal, so it should be human.

Wait, if someone is here, why didn’t I notice it?
Melga became alert instantly. She stared at the stranger from head to toe and finally figured out why she hadn't noticed this guy.

Because the other party showed no emotional fluctuations just now. Most people always have some feelings when they see strangers, such as murderous intent, fear, disgust, etc.

But this man, this man wearing an iron helmet, had just focused all his attention on the big pot in front of him, as if the whole world was left with the big pot and the red shrimps cooked in it, and as long as he didn't pay attention to the outside world, everything outside would not exist!

Only a very few people can enter this idealistic state!

Melgar imagined a lot of things on her own, but fortunately, the man in front of her didn't seem very strong, which prevented her from further transforming into Demiurge.

"Who are you? Ahem, who are you?" With the idea of ​​friendly communication, she even chose words and constructed sentences in her mind.

After all, this [rogue] who was cooking shrimps didn't look like an ordinary adventurer. Which normal person would choose to cook shrimps here?
"What's wrong with you? If you don't want to buy shrimp, get out of here. I'm not interested in talking to strangers."

He spoke in an irritable tone and waved his hand to drive Melgar away.

Hey, this guy is more irritable than Weinnma in menopause. Melgar raised his eyebrows and then said with a smile: "Can't we talk if we don't buy it? There is fog everywhere in Lienia. I am so scared. It's hard to find someone to chat with."

"If you don't want to buy, get out of here. I'll kill you." The gangster's voice was still rude.

No matter what Melgar said next, he only used this sentence to reply, and his face became as angry as a prawn in a pot.

[Why are you angry with the afterimage?] Lizna's voice transmission magic sounded in her mind.

Melgar's body froze, and he pretended to be indifferent as he brushed off the non-existent dust on his clothes and said:

[Of course I know this is an afterimage. If I say more, maybe he'll say something else. This is called gathering intelligence. Can't you even see that? ]

【hehe】

[Buy a shrimp and try it] Wei'enma's voice also came over.

It’s time to buy shrimps again. Melgar curled his lips. The grilled lobster he had just eaten was not delicious. Although the meat was firm, it had a strong earthy smell. And when he ate it, he couldn’t help but think of the hideous appearance of the lobster.

But the shrimps cooked in the gangster's big pot looked pretty good. They were small crayfish that were only half the size of a person, and there were even smaller lobsters that were only the size of a palm. They looked much gentler than the big lobsters and were easier to eat.

It should be easier to catch small crayfish than large lobsters, right? Actually, it is not.

Melgar remembered clearly that the crayfish would only follow the movements of the big lobsters in groups, and catching them would inevitably come into conflict with their parents.

From this perspective, this guy wearing an iron helmet must be a ruthless person to be able to catch and sell lobsters in the dangerous Lake Lienia!

"I want to buy a shrimp." To be honest, she thought the name "shrimp" was a bit strange. Why not just call it lobster? But the gangster called it shrimp, so she called it that to please him.

"Oh, you've changed your mind. Then I'll give you the shrimp, but you have to give me something in return."

At first, Melgar thought that the other party wanted something specific in exchange, but he found out that the other party only wanted his soul.

A palm-sized shrimp costs 200 souls, while one that is half the length of a person costs over a thousand. The price is really not cheap.

But when you think about how difficult it is to get shrimp in Lake Lienia, this price seems quite normal.

"Here, your shrimp."

After Melgar gave his soul, the gangster used his ruthless iron hands to scoop out a palm-sized crayfish directly from the boiling pot, removed the shrimp tail smoothly and handed it to Melgar.

Looking at the lobster meat that was white with a hint of red, Melgar hesitated for a moment, but finally took it.

Even if it doesn't taste good, I'll accept it. Thinking this, she took a bite.

"what?"

Her exclamation made all the elves around look over and wonder what happened? Was it poisonous?

"This, this"

Melgar looked at the bitten lobster meat, covered his mouth and said, "It's delicious!"

“It’s just ordinary boiled shrimp, but it’s like a flavor bomb. The first thing you put in your mouth is the full flavor of shrimp. It’s smooth and juicy while still being springy. The amount of salt used is also very particular. I can eat this for the rest of my life!”

Don’t start eating shows all of a sudden!
Her description made the elves around her swallow their saliva involuntarily. They all turned their eyes to the rogue and rushed up to him the next second.

But Melgar was faster, and she was the first to say, "Give me another one!"

"Oh, you're here to buy again, huh? You're very smart." His face couldn't be seen clearly through the iron helmet, but the corners of the gangster's mouth must be raised at this moment. "This one is a gift from me to you. There is no bad person who likes shrimp."

The shrimps are delicious, and the word "free" makes the food twice as delicious. She held the shrimp meat and ate it with great relish, and took the initiative to give up her seat to her compatriots who were buying shrimps.

After a while, a mountain of shrimp shells piled up around the gangster. The elves sat in a row and ate the shrimps. Not only were their movements unified, but even the rhythm of their chewing was in sync with the beat, which was very cute.

Just as everyone was enjoying the delicious food, Weinmah was the first to notice something was wrong.

"[Intermediate Identification Technique]"

She used magic that could identify her own condition. This magic could show whether a creature was under positive or negative effects, and intermediate-level identification techniques could vaguely distinguish the strength of these effects.

After reading her own information, the surprise between her eyebrows was the same as that of Melgar who had eaten delicious food. "What's wrong, boss?" Lizna asked, wiping the corner of her mouth. Her original words might be "What happened?", but because of the curse, the meaning of the words transmitted to other people's ears would be changed, and finally her words sounded like something that only Malu would say.

"The identification shows that a mysterious force is protecting me, and it can reduce the damage caused by attacks other than magic." Weienma analyzed carefully, "It can only last for a few minutes, but it is very effective in reducing the damage."

Wow, cooked shrimps have this effect?
Why are the lobsters they ate before useless? Could it be that only the shrimps sold by gangsters will have this effect?

If Stellan were here, she would definitely say: I knew that the Thane Dungeon would never produce useless things.

Originally, the shrimp was just a delicacy, but once the special effects were added, its value was incomparable. The price of 200 souls seemed low in the eyes of the elves.

Melgar quickly turned his gaze to the cauldron, and everyone else did the same at the same time.

There was silence in the air for a second, and then there was noise.

"Boss, I'll buy them all!"

"Fuck your ancestors, I want to buy it too!"

"We are from the same family!"

"So what? The old guys are buried anyway!"

Unlike the Curry restaurant where you can take out an endless amount of goods just by digging under the counter, the shrimps sold by the gangsters are limited. They only sell what's in the pot, and once they're sold out, they're gone.

Delicious, beneficial, and most importantly, "limited", these three characteristics are enough to make people rush to buy it.

The big pot was almost overturned in the scramble, and after the shrimps were sold out, the gangster uttered the classic line again.

"There are definitely no bad people who like shrimps. I get along well with you guys."

But at this moment, the elves were almost fighting because of the uneven distribution of the spoils, and no one paid attention to what he said.

In the end, it was Weinmah who whipped one of the troublemakers with a vine, and only then did he calm down.

I don’t know what conditions were triggered, but the rogue had a new dialogue.

"You are also the ones who stumbled into this place by accident, right? Are you also seeking guidance from the blessing? Unfortunately, I can't see it at all."

"It's ridiculous that a small hoodlum like me would dare to come here. I don't even want a name anymore. Just call me a hooligan."

"I'll just stay here and sell some shrimp. If you want to eat some, come back. Maybe there will be new products to buy in the future."

Weienma always felt that there was a foreshadowing in the rogue's words, but she couldn't understand it. She was missing some key information, such as what did blessing mean? Did it refer to the blessings of the endless cycle of reincarnation? What was the rogue's "wishful thinking"?
They tried to ask, but the gangster said nothing, only saying "Come back next time if you want to eat shrimp."

It’s time for people’s favorite fragmented narrative again. Weienma is not Leon, and she is not very good at making up stories in her own mind. She just hides her doubts in her heart.

By the way, before they set off, Stellan told them what they might encounter in the lake area, but she didn't mention anything about hooligans.

Hiss, did they discover something new by accident?

"It would be nice to have a map." While putting the cooked shrimp he had snatched into his pocket, Melgar looked at the nearby scenery, wanting to remember this place so that he could come here more often in the future.

Some high-level magic can also achieve the same effect as cooked shrimp, but shrimp is cheap and can take effect after eating, which is much more convenient and faster than magic, and not everyone can learn magic.

After being comforted by the delicious food, the elves' spirits were slightly lifted and they planned to continue along the road to the west.

Just then, the gangster who saw them heading west suddenly spoke.

"Are you going west? Then do me a favor and I'll treat you to crabs when I come back."

"Okay, what help do you need? We will try our best. No, we will definitely help." Melgar asked with a smile.

"Take this."

The gangster pulled out a... hammer from his pocket?

Not a weapon, but a hammer used to forge weapons.

"Before, a blacksmith from the town in front of the college left his hammer here. I think his name was Andre or something. He thought he had lost the hammer further west and went deep into the area to look for it. It turned out that he lost it here."

"If you can find him, return the hammer to its original owner. If you find the hammer, he should be happy and go home. Maybe he will even help you forge weapons."

"If you can find him, remember to come back and see me. I will make you a shrimp feast. After all, you and the blacksmith are both good people who like shrimp."

I didn't expect that the gangster who was so aggressive at the beginning would show such a friendly side. Even the ferocious iron helmet seemed friendly.

"Okay, I will definitely fulfill my mission."

Melgar took the hammer readily, turned around and threw his cape off in style, saying, "Let's go, boys, and save the reckless blacksmith!"

"Who is the younger one? I am older than you, so watch your words!" A protest came from the elf.

"Can't you satisfy me for a moment? I finally got to say such a cool line."

"not good!"

Setting out on the road of adventure again, the elves were filled with a cheerful atmosphere. They had never seen such a cheerful team of adventurers before.

This is simply a group of ultimate big yang angles.

(End of this chapter)