Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 110 - 110 15 Big Arms Purchase_1

110: Chapter 15: Big Arms Purchase_1 110: Chapter 15: Big Arms Purchase_1 “Do you have any clothes here?” Liu Zhenhan looked up at the crossbar in the shop, from which a line of clothes was hanging.

“This is the handiwork of our half-elf master tailor.

We have combined beast hide and linen to make the best clothing for the Beamons.

Most of the Beamon nobles in Witherspoon wear clothes from our shop.” The human shopkeeper glanced at Helen and sighed, “Each piece is ten silver coins.

If you want to add jewel decorations, we can negotiate the price.”

“You’re just bluffing.” Liu Zhenhan chuckled, pointing to the panda-like figures and ladies behind him, “Help dress them from head to toe.

Clothes, capes, boots with spurs – give me two sets per person.”

“Hehe, we also have pajamas made from the special cotton fabric of the human city of Dockas.

Our dignified ladies should have one each, right?

Twelve silver coins each.” The human boss excitedly recommended.

“Let’s take fifty for each!” Liu Zhenhan’s words made Prince Richard’s face increasingly difficult to look at.

“Sir, do you need anything else?” The shopkeeper’s expression became even more obsequious.

“Eh…not really,” Liu Zhenhan felt Prince Richard’s strange behavior and decided it would be best to stop poking the bear.

“These gentlemen from the Pier tribe have such imposing figures.

Wouldn’t it look even more majestic if they wore some leather armour?

Our association has another weapons shop across the street.

They carry the masterpieces of the Dwarven masters.

You might want to take a look there.” The clueless shopkeeper continued.

“We’re not Pier Race’s bear men, we’re pandas from the Panta Clan!” Gude stated obstinately.

“Panda…

pandas?” The human shopkeeper was a bit confused.

“Wait, the weapons shop across the street is also run by you guys?” Liu Zhenhan grabbed the stunned shopkeeper.

“Yes, all of the shops in Witherspoon are mainly run by humans, all under the unified jurisdiction of our Human Merchant Association.” The shopkeeper said cheerfully, “I’m the head of the association, Rogge.”

“I’ll go take a look.” Liu Zhenhan was actually quite embarrassed to keep extorting Richard, but as soon as he heard about weapons, he immediately remembered that he still lacked weapons.

Since the pandamen departed from the ship, they haven’t had any weapons, which was obviously incomprehensible.

With resolute determination and pretending to be ignorant, he continued his extortion.

The prince’s lips quivered, his handsome face turning pale.

The price of weapons was no small amount.

In the Beamon world, the most expensive things were the crystal nucleus and gems of magical beasts or weapons, especially those sold by human traders.

Prince Richard regretted his decision.

Thinking about backing out, he saw the three beautiful women sweetly smiling at him, and all at once, he couldn’t gather the courage to leave.

“Wait there, Piegel!

You’re in for it now!” The prince silently threatened.

Liu Zhenhan ignored all this and led the shopkeeper and the pandas to swarm into the weapons shop across the street.

This store, named “The Hammer of Dogen,” occupied a three-story building.

The store had such a typical dwarven name presumably to ride on the coattails of the innate reputation of dwarven artisans.

Upon entering, one could indeed see a dwarf artisan leading a group of sturdy Buer tribesmen busy forging weapons.

The ringing of hammer blows and the hissing of the bellows merged into a continuous cacophony.

The Beamon Kingdom had an agreement with these human traders to employ Beacons as apprentices in the weapon shops.

These two-horned robust Taurens you see here were the apprentice craftsmen.

However, as dwarves naturally dislike talking, there was hardly any difference between them and the practically mute Taurens.

Given this, it was hard to say how much forging skill these Beamon apprentices were able to learn—perhaps this was why the humans agreed to the requirement.

“Look at the quality of these weapons!” Rogge never stopped promoting the variety of goods displayed on the weapon store’s shelves.

“Look at this battle axe!

It can split a Swamp Wyvern’s head in two!

Now look at these armors…

so good… oh… you’re not satisfied?”

“…Then look at this claymore!

Look at its edge, wow, it’s so sharp!

Nothing could suit you more!” Rogge strained to pull out a broadsword from the shelf, the sawtoothed part of the blade flashing a lethal gleam.

“I don’t like these.

I’m a shaman!

By Kampas.” Liu Zhenhan casually responded, “Bring me your good stuff.

These swords, battle axes, and armors don’t even have surface patterns, the glitter is not restrained, they were not made from good steel, right?”

The boss was stuck for words.

Even the dwarf artisan, who never paid attention to anyone while working, was surprised and picked his head up.

His heavy hammer hung in the air, unable to fall.

The Taurens were also dumbstruck.

“Piegel…sha…shaman?” Shopkeeper Rogge sniffed his wine-soaked nose, unbelievingly staring at this Piegel who looked like a ruffian.

From his obviously violent features, Rogge couldn’t link him to anything related to the sagacity and refinement of a shaman.

“War Shaman!” Liu Zhenhan apparently had forgotten Cui Beixi’s teaching again.

“Kampas!” The human shopkeeper feigned astonishment, quickly forming a conclusion about Liu Zhenhan.

This country bumpkin Piegel must be just like those noble sons in human society who dream of becoming holy knights.

They never truly venture into dangerous dragon lairs, but only hunt while dressed in splendid armor, and pose as heroes in front of naive young girls.