The Merry Evil Emperor of Another World

Chapter 234 Forging Weapons!
Seeing Chu Mo and others leaving in a cool manner, two masked men in black slowly appeared not far away, and looked at each other. Their eyes were full of surprise and fear, and they left here quickly.

Chu Mo has closed his eyes since he just finished killing people. He doesn't need to open his eyes to feel everything around him, including the two men in black who left.

Opening his eyes, Nabalu saw a pair of black and beautiful black gemstones.

The corners of Chu Mo's mouth slightly raised, and he asked Barnick who was walking in front, rolling his dead fish eyes, "Why didn't you just pull out their money?"

Na Barnik turned his head strangely, looked at Chu Mo who was smiling evilly, his eyes flashed, and then he recovered his dead fish eyes, and said lightly: "I want to take their boss's money!"

"Hehe!" Chu Mo smiled lightly, and glanced at a corner not far away from the corner of his eyes.

"Do you want it?" Barnik's dead fish flashed a ruthless look in his eyes, and asked softly, making a beheading gesture with his hands.

"Do you know the story of the cat catching the mouse?" Chu Mo shook his head and asked with a playful smile.

"The cat catches the mouse?" Barnick looked at Chu Mo strangely.

Hearing the cat catching the mouse made Kadi, Hans, and Nabalu stunned. They have never heard of cats and mice since they were young...

Khan... forgot that this is another world.

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"It's like the fire-tailed rat and the magic leopard!" Chu Mo smiled awkwardly and quickly explained.

"The fire-tailed rat is a second-tier monster, and the magic leopard is a third-tier monster. The magic leopard prefers to eat fire-tailed rats." Kadi said in a daze.

"I don't understand..." Hans said with his eyes wide open.

"When the magic leopard hunts its prey, it likes to play with the prey between applause, and wait until the prey dare not resist, and when it is desperate, it will deliver a fatal blow." Barnik rolled the eyes of the dead fish and said.

"Oh... so! So what?" Hans nodded and asked strangely.

Looking at Hans who still didn't understand, Kadi hurriedly whispered: "The captain's intention is to play tricks on the enemy."

"Oh...ah? So that's the case? Haha!" Hans nodded first, then laughed after thinking for a while.

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Looking at Hans who was laughing, Kadi shook his head and looked at Nabalu, and Nabalu shook his head, and Kadi nodded.

"Let's go! There was a fire just now, and now in the hotel, the blood should have tasted the prey." Chu Mo raised his head and looked at the sky that was slowly darkening, and could vaguely see a few stars shining brightly The light, Chu Mo said to several people.

After speaking, without looking at a corner, he strode directly towards the hotel.

As soon as everyone arrived at the hotel door, the owner of the hotel hurried out to meet Chu Mo and the others.

Looking at the boss's hurried expression, Kadi hurriedly asked, "What's wrong?"

"Guests, you are finally back. Just now, a group of mercenaries with axes wanted to enter your room to kill people, but they were killed by the gentleman in black robes... You say, this is a small hotel! Those who need to do business... this kills people, this... what should I do!" The boss burst into tears as he spoke.

"Oh, I see!" Chu Mo stepped forward, threw a bag of gold coins at the boss, and said calmly.

After speaking, the few people didn't even look at the boss, and went straight into the hotel, leaving only the boss at the door looking at the boss with a bag of gold coins in his hand.

Seemingly remembering something, the boss immediately put on a smiling face and hurried into the hotel.

Entering the room, the orc warrior Iaquinta hadn't woken up yet, and the weak Zeng Xiaoren was also lying on the bed sleeping half dead.

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"Is the supplement just now good?" Chu Mo came to Xue's side and asked softly.

"The taste is average." Xue replied lightly, through the black robe covering the outside, two blood-red rays of light were flashing.

Bean guarded the side with his bow on his back. Seeing Hans and the others coming back, he glanced at him in a daze, then sat down to rest.

After a peaceful night.

Chu Mo got up very early, and after asking the hotel owner about the blacksmith shop, he took Hans and Bean towards the blacksmith shop.

This blacksmith shop is very remote, but there are many shops around it.

Amidst the noisy yelling, Chu Mo clearly heard the beating sound of iron objects. Although the sound was not harsh, it was extremely heavy. Every sound seemed to be beating on the heart. Obviously, the strength of the beating person was astonishing.

When Chu Mo and others approached about 100 meters, they saw a large one-story house with four thick chimneys blowing thick black smoke.The shop is quite big. There is a sign above the main entrance, with a big black hammer engraved in the middle of the sign. There is also a counter at the entrance of the shop, on which there are all kinds of weapons, but each weapon is unique. One, Hans looked at these weapons and seemed very interested, so he took a closer look at them.

Chu Mo glanced lightly, and said, "Don't look at it, it's just a sample! I'll make you a suitable weapon later!"

"Okay, okay, okay!" Hans had long been worried that he didn't have a suitable weapon when he went into battle to kill the enemy. Now, when he heard that Chu Mo had specially built a weapon for him, he happily said three times.

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Bean stood aside and looked around with dazed eyes. He looked at this place blankly, then at Hans who was happy, and finally just stood up and rested.

After taking a few steps forward, a wave of heat hits the face. There are four large furnaces in the room that are constantly emitting red flames. There are two dwarves standing in front of each furnace, one is in charge of watching the fire, and the other is beating Red iron embryo.

This place is not so much a weapon shop as a workshop for making and selling.

Chu Mo has gained a lot of knowledge today. The first time he came here was to meet the wolf, and later he met the beautiful elves. A few days ago, he rescued an orc. Protoss and Demons!
Chu Mo raised the corner of his mouth, smiled lightly, and said flirtatiously.

"Young man, what are you laughing at?" Chu Mo just laughed, when a powerful voice gnawed at a furnace.

Chu Mo took a closer look, and saw an old dwarf hard hitting a red iron embryo with a hammer taller than his body.

The dwarf was about Chu Mo's waist height, with red hair and a bronze beard, a big face, a high nose, and a bare upper body. When he spoke, he blew his beard and stared.

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Chu Mo stood up straight and said softly: "The younger generation has long heard that the weapon made by the master of the dwarves is the best in the Gods and Demons Continent. I saw it today and it is true, so I am thinking that if I make suitable weapons for the two friends of the younger generation, Wouldn't that be better!"

"Young man, what kind of weapon do you guys want to make?" The dwarf glanced at Chu Mo and found that he was a magician, so he focused his attention on Hans and Bean.

"I want a handy weapon!" Hans said hastily.

"Make him an iron staff, preferably the one with steel thorns inside. As for him, he just needs a suitable bow and a good pot of arrows!" Chu Mo said immediately.

"Oh..." The old man stroked his gray beard and nodded.

As soon as Hans heard that an iron rod was made for him, he kept giggling happily, but he always complained that the priest's rod was too short and too brittle, and it would break after a few uses... (Khan, he didn't Look, he holds a scepter in his big hand, and he cuts with the scepter and the great sword, even the best scepter will be broken...)
(End of this chapter)