Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 113 - 113 16 The Blunt Blow of a Bamboo Pole_2

113: Chapter 16: The Blunt Blow of a Bamboo Pole_2 113: Chapter 16: The Blunt Blow of a Bamboo Pole_2 Seeing Piegel’s resolute face, boss Rogge sent two Tauren to the attic.

The weapon was an immense, spindle-shaped giant club, pitch-black except for its handle which was covered in honeycomb-like holes.

Two burly Tauren hoisted it on their shoulders, grunting in unison.

The moment the giant club thudded down, Liu Zhenhan couldn’t resist rushing up to it to fiddle with it.

The half-person-high club was tapered from top to bottom.

Interestingly, the rod of the club could be rotated, with threads at the joints.

Once the rod was turned, numerous jagged spikes would pop out from the honeycomb-like holes, a reverse turn, and the spikes retreated back inside.

“Obischillaci!

Spring Wolf Fang Club!

Haha…” Liu Zhenhan was quite surprised by this discovery.

This “Spring Wolf Fang Club” was consistent with the Dwarf Artisan’s signature craftsmanship, practical and balanced.

A few gold stars-like natural cloud patterns decorated the dark club body.

The Wolf Fang Club, completely forged from Star Steel, shone with an invincible aura and fierce power under the sun.

This club was like the ultimate weapon forged for giant warriors.

No one but Giants or the Whale Warriors of the sea dared to claim they could handle such a fearsome weapon.

“Haha, when hitting someone, just twist it and the spikes will pop out.

So clever!

Who thought of this design?” Liu Zhenhan turned the handle of the Wolf Fang club back and forth, watching the spikes sliding in and out, finding it rather insidious.

Playing with it further, he noticed a slim hole in the center of the handle’s base, “What’s the purpose of this hole?

Does it have any significance?”

“Because this weapon was specifically designed for gladiators, I wanted to advertise my shop, so I participated in the planning.

But of course, the real designing and manufacturing is the merit of the Dwarf master.

The hole is for…” Rogge, the shop owner, explained with a smirk as he pulled a slender stiletto from a shelf and inserted it into the hole in the handle.

“In the Gladiator Arena, crafty measures like this are necessary.

In a close combat, you can pull out the stiletto from the handle and stab someone; the rotatable handle controlling the retractable spikes was also conceived with trickery in mind.

I believe a regular club suddenly turning into a Wolf Fang Club would certainly surprise most people.”

“So cunning!

So despicable!

Typical humans!

Brilliant!

Very Brilliant!” Liu Zhenhan gave a thumbs up, “But it would be even more perfect if the spikes were smeared with poison.”

“This is naturally an option.” The boss suddenly felt a kindred connection, “It seems the ‘Black Dragon’ has found its rightful owner.”

“When you say ‘Black Dragon’, are you referring to the name of this Wolf Fang Club?” Liu Zhenhan felt goosebumps all over his body, “Obischillaci!

What a disgusting name.

Why does any name have to involve a dragon or some royalty?”

“Just six thousand gold coins and you can give it another name.” Rogge, the shop owner, shrugged.

“Why wouldn’t I buy it!

I will rename it ‘Phalanx’, now that’s a formidable name.” Liu Zhenhan waved a hand, “Gude, help me carry it!”

“Alright!” The Panda responded with a rough voice.

“Hehe….” The Dwarf Artisan giggled maliciously to himself for a while on the side.

This strange laughter made Liu Zhenhan’s gaze turn towards him.

“Dare to laugh at me one more time.” Liu Zhenhan said.

Four burly Pandas immediately stood in front of the Dwarf, with Gude shouldering the ‘Phalanx’.

The club spikes were retracted, and the strong Tauren who were smithing were shoved aside with a stumble by the pandas.

The Dwarf stood in front of them, only as high as their knees.

The Panda’s faces were frozen, but the light in their black eye circles was like the flames in a furnace.

The Dwarf’s laughter disappeared in an instant.

“Taking into account all the weapons and the soft armor, plus those outfits you purchased from across the street, we’re looking at a discount of tens of thousands of gold coins!” Rogge, the shop owner, quickly stepped in to mediate, bowing and scraping to placate the pandas while extending his hands, eyes squinting with a smile.

“Sorry, I don’t have any money.” Liu Zhenhan turned his pockets inside out.

His unscrupulous methods of paying for playing cards and mahjong during frontline battles made him chuckle within, wondering when he could give it a shot.

At this statement, the smile on Rogge’s face froze.

“Didn’t you see?

The beautiful Miss Fawkes over there is the real buyer.

You go ask the knight beside her for payment!” Liu Zhenhan pointed at the prince and the beauties standing across the street, “You must emphasize to Miss Fawkes that these are the essential weapons and armors for her bodyguards.”

At this point, Liu Zhenhan, minus a tail, was fully playing the part of a cunning fox.

“Wait, so you’re not the buyer?” Rogge’s expression changed to scorn.

“Duh!

Consider me just an underling.

Don’t underestimate me.

If I hadn’t brought the customers, you would not have had a sale as there are other human shops around.

All the goods we can take, we take!

As for the items that need further work, complete them and deliver them directly to Bok Village this afternoon.

Give them to Lord Simek.

As for the delivery charges, add them to the bill as usual.” Liu Zhenhan wasn’t worried about the cost given it wasn’t him who was paying.

Unconcerned about squandering someone else’s fortune, he showed no signs of heartache.

“You’re quite generous!” Rogge complimented him.

As he watched the shopkeeper run over to the prince to settle the account, Liu Zhenhan’s heart was in turmoil.

He hoped the prince would lose face, completely ruining his noble image.

However, he feared the prince would back out, rendering all the exquisite weapons useless, especially now that they were about to journey to the Southern Cross Star Forest.

It was an unpredictable situation, and they had to be prepared.

Just as he was in this dilemma, Rogge came trotting back.

“Ha ha!

Sir, I didn’t know you were the prince’s servant!

What an honor!

Such an honor!

I really hadn’t figured it out…

I really hadn’t…

We hope to see you frequently in our humble shop!” The merchant was holding a scroll of sheepskin with Richard Sal’s name signed on it, flamboyantly at the bottom corner with the ring’s emblematic seal – three lions standing around a royal staff.

“Obischillaci!

He gave you a promissory note?” Liu Zhenhan was taken aback, reaching for the prince on the opposite street.

The prince, looking back, nodded to him gracefully, a gentleman’s dispassionate smile on his face.

“I knew who he was as soon as I saw the signature!

The liger-like appearance!

The emblem of the Holy Temple Knights!

Accompanied by three beautiful women!

One ritual escort!

The signature is Sal!

What a noble surname!” The merchant boasted about his keen powers of observation, triumphantly flicking the promissory note: “I have decided I will not charge the prince for this.

I’ll have it framed and hung in our shop.

Sir, do you think doing this will be disrespectful to the prince?

But I just want to advertise my shop.

Please explain this to the prince!”

God.

Liu Zhenhan was in deep frustration.

That prince sure wasn’t simple, his allies who did not easily show emotions were indeed terrifying!

“Richard!

Have you finished buying?

The prince yet invites us to dine and watch a gladiator show at the arena!” Helen called out, exuberantly, from across the street.

“Hold on!

I still have…

something…” Liu Zhenhan yelled back, his voice horse.

“Sir, do you have any instructions?” The wolfish human trader asked with a sycophantic grin on his face.

He thought this gullible Piegel was for sure putting on airs.

“What about my kickback?” Liu Zhenhan reached out his hand towards the shrewd human trader.

A kickback-demanding Piegel?

Words failed to capture Rogge’s surprise as the signed sheepskin promissory note slipped silently from his hands.

Dense formation – the malicious wolf fang club with poison everywhere.

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