Chapter 242 Weapon Arsenal

The clerk came up, looked in the direction of his finger, turned back suddenly, and said with a smile: "Sorry, sir, this is not for sale."

"Not for sale?" I became interested: "Why, could it be said that this clay figurine is a rare treasure? It is used to pass down the world to the store?"

"Sir, you misunderstood" the clerk said with a smile: "This is a clay figurine made by our store manager's nephew when he came. He put it here and it was not put away."

"Pfft" Harold let out a muffled laugh.

I was speechless for a moment.

Immediately, he scratched his head, gave a haha, and said: "Then, what, haha, I saw this clay figure being so majestic and majestic, and I was infected unconsciously. Haha, the nephew of the store manager is learning clay sculpture, right? It’s really exquisite.”

The clerks looked at each other, smiled suddenly, and said nothing.

Harold coughed twice, grabbed my arm and said, "It's time for us to leave. Your weapons are still waiting in the warehouse."

I was dragged out of the store in confusion. It wasn’t until Harold told me the reason that I understood why he was so anxious to take me out.

The shop owner's nephew is five years old. He is a little kid with a runny nose and plays in the mud.

That clay figurine was just a random resemblance made by his nephew.

However, I don't agree with what Harold said.

Seriously, I said to Harold: "Don't underestimate the naughty kids. Not only do they have unimaginable destructive power, but they also have creativity beyond ordinary people."

Harold scoffed.

Okay, I admit, half of what I said above is just nonsense, at least the first half is not nonsense.

After walking side by side with Harold for about half an hour, we came to a slightly secluded residential area.

After turning left and right, we arrived in front of a very inconspicuous building.

This building is very ordinary, nothing special. The only thing worthy of attention is that it has no windows, only four walls, and a huge iron door, with a brand new, well-made lock hanging on the iron door.

"Are there?" I asked.

"arrive."

Harold took out the key from his waist, took a step forward, and opened the door.

The room was dark. He first motioned for me to wait outside, and then walked in. After about ten seconds, the room lit up, and Harold's voice came from inside: "Come in."

Before I even stepped through the door, I could already see densely packed weapons.

And when I stepped into the room and walked around, I couldn't help but sigh: "The Grand Guild is indeed a Grand Guild. Even the inventory of weapons is so grand."

Dozens of rows of tall shelves were displayed in the room, and the shelves were filled with densely packed weapons.

There are various kinds of weapons, and each one is very well maintained, shiny and sharp.

From near to far, they looked at each row carefully and flicked the surface of the weapon a few times with their fingers, making a series of crisp and low sounds.

Harold stood aside, silently watching me take a closer look at the weapons.

Seeing him looking like he had nothing to do, I asked, "What materials are these weapons made of?"

"Made of fine iron," Harold replied.

Fine iron is a material that is only stronger than inferior weapons and ordinary iron. It is a lower-grade material in Zephyr Continent.

The iron piece I used at the beginning was also made of this material.

"That's all?" I asked.

"of course not."

"Then why don't you take me to see better weapons?"

Harold curled his lips and said, "I see you are lost in thought, so I don't have the nerve to disturb you."

"Depend on!"

As Harold walked towards the center of the weapons depot, he soon came to a wall.

There is a secret door there, and there is also a large and exquisite lock hanging on the door.

Taking out another key, Harold quickly opened the big lock. Pushing the door open, a row of stairs appeared in front of him inside the secret door.

Under the stairs, there was a faint light.

Harold motioned for me to follow him.

The stairs were carved out step by step. They were very spacious, with about twenty or thirty steps.

I followed Harold down to the bottom floor, turned around and took a look, and my eyes lit up again.

The space below is obviously wider than the one above, and there are more weapon racks than the ones above. The weapons arranged in it not only look shiny and sharp, but also feel cool when touched lightly.

"Are these weapons made of steel?"

Harold nodded: "That's right."

As he spoke, he pointed his fingers casually and said: "Here are ordinary steel weapons, here are low-grade fine steel weapons, there are medium-grade fine steel weapons, and there, those shelves are filled with high-grade fine steel weapons. Steel weapons.”

"But what you promised me was an enchanted weapon," I said.

"Yes," Harold said, "I didn't let you choose these weapons, I just let you take a look."

"Depend on!"

I followed Harold forward again and came to another secret door. When he took out the third key, I joked: "Your protective measures are too strict, one door for each weapon. Don’t you mind the trouble?”

Harold said: "Compared to having it stolen, I think it's always worth the effort."

I was speechless.

The door opened, and it was dark inside. Harold touched the wall casually, and in an instant, a dazzling light came on.

"This is..." I glanced at the wall with interest and found something like a switch on it.

"The switch of the magic lamp," Harold said, "This is different from the ordinary touch-type magic lamp. It is more expensive."

"Produced by Goblin?" I asked.

"Produced by Goblin."

Looking around the room, there were only two weapon racks, and only a dozen or so weapons were placed on the racks.

Among them, there are three or four weapons of each type, most of them are knight swords, but there are only two swords.

One is similar to the Zanmatada sword, with a wide head and narrow body, and the blade curves downward.

The other is an Odachi sword, which is about the same length as me. If it is worn on the waist, it cannot be drawn out, so it can only be drawn by holding the sword handle.

I suddenly thought of Qin Shihuang.

This short fat man did the same thing back then. He built a sword that was longer than himself. It looked majestic when he carried it on his back, but it was a pity that there was no wool in it in actual combat.

The simplest evidence was already shown when Jing Ke was assassinated.

If it weren't for a doctor who responded quickly enough, and Zhao Gao who could be clever at critical moments, he might have died while drawing the sword.

Thinking about it, it's quite surprising. If the first emperor of China died in the process of drawing his sword, it would be really funny.

What great achievements and imperial supremacy may really only exist in jokes.

The only thing people can remember may be his "glorious" deeds in which he pretended to be incompetent and was fucked instead.

After thinking about it, I still have no interest in this overly long tachi. I have used the zanma tachi before, so if I use it again, I may not need to adapt to the process again.

So, I said to Harold: "I want to take a look at the Zumatachi sword first."