Chapter 42 37mm caliber Firewood Wand

Author: Leopard Head · Zero Charging

Chapter 42 37mm caliber Firewood Wand

In the early morning, the friendly mechanical dragon took his tools and sisters to set off again. The slightly cool air flow on the forest land was rich in moisture, but it could not affect the strong and powerful steam power furnace.

The red flame burst from the spraying of the dragon wing, pushing Dragon to fly in the sky at a cruise speed of 921.6 kilometers per second at a speed of 256 meters per second. Looking at it from a distance, it is like a meteor who is passing through the sky.

"Ahahahahahaha!"

"Fast, Dragon!"

Nazalio, who was in the form of a kitten girl, sat on Dragon's back, holding his spine thorns, laughing unscrupulously.

Nero carefully observed Dragon's dragon wing jet port and wanted to clarify the secret of his fast flight.

Soon, in less than an hour, Draculan saw the small forest land town. Like last time, he started to land from a far away, ready to disguise the adventurer who came to Puriel Lynch.

The three dragons are camouflage and walk inside the town of Linki.

In the morning, there were many townships and adventurers in the town of forestry, but everyone had dodge where everyone walked through. It seems that the unlucky ghosts that were killed last time did not die.

The familiar door came to the door of the iris chamber of commerce, or the female waiter.

"Quotation."

Nero put a sealed wooden pot on the counter.

The waitress opened a glance and turned to call Shapak.

"Hahaha, Miss Nero, you can make a big shop, so you can make a small shop."

Shapak smiled at his face, but Nero was too lazy to pull westward, pointing indifferently to the wooden pot.

"Quotation."

Shapak opened the wooden pot and glanced, and the smile on his face became stronger.

"Honey? This is a good thing."

"Calculate the wooden can, the same weight gold coin, can it be?"

Gold coins of the same weight?

Nero silver gray eyes lit up a glittering light.

"Can."

Shapak quickly completed the weight, and handed 45 gold coins to Nero.

Three young dragons have money to consume, and they spend money to buy a batch of condiments, and then go to the blacksmith to spread the iron pot.

Looking at the back of Nero's far away, and the mechanical dragon that followed her more than three days ago behind her, Shapak turned to look at the female waiter.

"How many dragons are that dragon?"

The maid walked in front of the shop, watched the footprints on the gravel road, and answered softly.

"At least eight thousand pounds."

"Eight thousand pounds?", The smile on Shapak's face gradually disappeared, "The pretending body weighs a thousand pounds three days ago? Is it such a short time so big? Is the sectors a monster?"

"I hope not affect the investment above ..."

With the iris chamber of commerce, the three young dragons came to the largest blacksmith shop in the town.

Although the time is very tight, but in the face of the gold coin, the old blacksmith has brought an apprentice to work overtime and hammered the big iron pot.

Dragon compared to praise, and then made Nero order to order a bite.

After watching the bustle at the door of the blacksmith shop for a long time, the three chicks set off again.

"Are you not writing it?"

Dragon asked.

"No problem, go back and draw you a design drawing."

Nero faintly.

Nazario's strong forced to whisper: "As long as we help you create a blacksmith shop, you can also create a firewood wand for us?"

"Didn't you lie to us and work for nothing?"

"How is that possible!!!"

Dragon said righteously, "You two are my biological sisters. No matter who I lie to, I can't lie to you."

"Isn't it just a fire wand?"

"I'll definitely give you one too!"

"Dragon you are the best!"

Neltharion danced excitedly, "I also want a wand of fire blunderbuss, bang bang bang, hobgoblin! Your fire blunderbuss is much more fun than dragon's breath!"

Even Nero said shyly, "Brother Dragon, I also want a fire wand, preferably a silver-grey one."

"Okay, okay, you both have it."

Dragon was smiling all over. Isn't he just a musket? It's a piece of cake. Although he can't knock out breech-loading guns and metal-cased bullets, it's okay to get a matchlock gun, right?

At worst, the caliber should be enlarged, and the whole 37mm caliber smoothbore gun should be loaded with one pound of propellant. In short, just fool two dragon girls.

It's just a good way to kill time, and by the way, I can also make some mining picks for the jackal miners. Alas, the boss has to hammer tools for the employees himself. Where can I find a responsible and outstanding entrepreneur like him, the Goddess of Wealth?

Why don't Wojin come down to earth and give him an award? Give him a bonus of 1.8 million? How did she become the goddess of wealth?

Dragon silently lamented the irresponsibility of the gods in today's era, even the gods, who would not engage in a competition for positions and elimination mechanism?

No wolfishness at all!

Let’s take a look at the gods of today’s era, especially the righteous gods. How many are reliable?

A certain goddess of wealth, who knows everything about food, drink and entertainment, and everything about business development.

A certain goddess of love, Suni, knows how to fall in love all day long. Well, it seems that love is someone's priestly duty? This is not a bad thing. Do you understand the value of falling in love with a decree?

A certain Madam Mystra, the goddess of magic who does not want to be named, is even more important. Besides eating here and there, courting Qin Muchu, having sex with mortals and having children, and being jealous of her daughter, what else can she do?

Fortunately, Dragon is here!

Just when Dragon was thinking about some indescribable plans, a strong old man with weathered temples appeared in front of Nero.

"Miss Nero, welcome to Woodland Town. I am Baker, the mayor of this town."

"Get out of the way."

The old man took off his hat politely, ignored Nero's harsh words, and directly stated his intention.

"I heard that you are successful in Premere Forest. Are you interested in making a fortune?"

Gold, how could any dragon refuse gold?

"What's up."

Nero's attitude improved slightly.

"I need blood honey."

The old man took out a piece of parchment from his pocket and spoke slowly: "In the Puri Forest, there lives a kind of giant bee that feeds on the blood of animals. They are much larger than ordinary wasps, and their honey is amber in color.

, the price is three times that of ordinary honey.”

"Nero took the parchment and opened it, looking at the map roughly marking the places where the giant bees were found, his voice was calm.

“The price is not worth the trip.”

"Normally it's three times." Old Baker opened his palms with a smile. "Now I'm offering five times the purchase price. As long as you can bring back the blood honey from the Premire Forest, I will pay you five times the weight of gold."

Five times as much gold!

Nero held the map tightly, his voice somewhat excited.

“It’s a deal!”

“Delivery here in three days!”

She made the decision without consulting the other two wyrmlings. She and Dragon were the ones who had to work hard anyway, and Neltharion certainly wouldn't object to this kind of good thing.

Two to one, even if Dragon objects, it will be useless.

In this regard, Dragon just wanted to say that in fact, I still have a one-vote veto power.

However, considering that there was nothing wrong with cutting more honey along the way, he acquiesced to Nero's decision.

After watching Dragon and his entourage leave Woodland Town, Old Baker turned around and walked to a simple carriage.

"Miss, the machine warlock agreed to our request."

"That's good," a tired voice came from the carriage, "if she can obtain blood honey from the depths of Premere Forest, then she will definitely be able to deliver our letter to the wood elves."

"Miss, with all due respect, do we really have to place all our hopes on an unknown machine warlock and the wood elves who may not interfere?"

Old Baker said in a deep voice: "That bastard Flores has already murdered your brother, and he will never let it go easily!"

"If it were just Baron Flores, I wouldn't ask the elf for help."

"He can't gather a hundred and fifty cavalry and fifty military crossbows, and he can't find any trace of my brother."

The woman's voice gradually turned cold, "There is only one person in the entire Western Region who can easily monitor my brother's movements."

"That is the lord of Flores, the guardian of the West, the enemy of evil creatures, the lord of 600,000 people, Earl Bain."

"He is the one who murdered my brother!"
Chapter completed!