Lance left the Hearthstone Hotel and found a shop selling secular weapons. Although Ferondor is a rampant place for wizards, there are also many mortals. After all, the descendants of many wizards may not be able to become wizards. So here, some mortals settled.

This store selling secular weapons is very old. It is estimated that no one has visited it for a long time, and only half of the store doors are open.

Lance pushed the door and walked in, and found that the shop owner was actually lying on the counter and fell asleep.

He coughed softly, but the other party did not respond.

Lance shook his head with a wry smile. It is estimated that there were few wizards here except for ordinary people. Instead of awakening the owner, he walked into the store on his own.

The store is quite spacious, but many of the products are covered with a thin layer of gray, which shows how desolate the store is.

"It's so unbusy, how did this store be opened in Ferrondor?" A trace of curiosity flashed in Lance's eyes.

However, he did not ask, but found what he wanted.

He wanted to buy a bow and arrow, a pair of good bows and a few pots of refined arrows. The short bow he used before was somewhat insufficient, which was fully demonstrated when facing the apprentice of Rainbow Island who had sneaked into his attack on him. If Lance had not had an arcane ring in his hand, he would probably not have been able to kill the opponent so easily.

This time, when he went to the Puppet City, he had to be fully prepared. On the one hand, it was on the one hand, which could increase the number of use of scorching rays; on the other hand, the purchase of equipment was on the other hand.

Lance felt that only by exerting Hawkeye's ability to the extreme can he maximize his chance of survival. After all, Regis also said that the puppet city is extremely dangerous and many higher apprentices cannot survive.

He walked back and forth a few steps in the store, and his eyes soon fell on a bow hanging in the corner of the wall.

The bow is larger than the short bow he often uses. The dark bow body is engraved with tiny runes. Lance couldn't help but lean over and stroke it with his hands. Who knew that at this moment, an abnormal alarm suddenly sounded from his ears.

"Didi, Didi!"

The rapid sound rang out continuously, and the owner who was sleeping soundly was awakened. While wiping off the spit on his mouth, he looked around blankly and shouted loudly: "Where did the thief come from?!"

When he saw Lance, his mouth immediately opened and his voice became trembling: "So, it turned out to be, it was a wizard, wizard..."

Lance smiled slightly. The shop owner was a young man, without any magic on his body, just a mortal. In Ferrondor, when a mortal saw a wizard, he must maintain absolute respect.

"I just want to see this bow," Lance said.

The young man suddenly felt energetic. He came over and said as he walked, "Mr. Wizard, you are lucky. Our store will be closed next week. If you want to buy this pair of bows, it's time to come."

"Although this bow is not considered a powerful demonized item, there is still a level 0 spell [Extreme Speed ​​State] fixed on it, which can be used ten times a day, which is very practical."

As he said that, he took off the black bow and arrow and handed it to Lance.

Lance weighed the weight and felt it was very appropriate. With his current strength, using the original short bow was a bit useless.

He held the bow in one hand and tried to pull the strings, and found that whenever he pulled the bow, there would always be a faint magic wave.

"It's the wind spell factor." Lance made a judgment in his heart.

"How much does this bow cost?" he asked.

The young man scratched his head and stretched out his two fingers.

"Two magic stones?" Lans frowned immediately. If it was this price, it would be too expensive!

The value of the demonized item also depends on its level. For example, this bow is just a level 0 magic item, which is slightly more expensive than the human-killing grass at most, but it will definitely not exceed one magic stone.

And the Arcane Ring in Lance's hand is more precious, and it can at least sell ten magic stones. This is the value gap between the demonized items. Each level of demonized items has its price range, so it is impossible to bid too outrageously.

The young man said embarrassedly: "This bow sells two magic stones. As you can see, the shop cannot continue to operate, so he chose to close the store next week. The two magic stones were the prices set by my father when he was dying. I cannot go against his wishes."

"Your father?"

"Yes, my father." said the young man respectfully, and Lance could see a hint of envy in his eyes: "My parents are also wizards like you. They went to an expedition three years ago and never came back. This bow was brought back by his good friend and returned to me."

"Actually, I know that this bow is not worth much. No one can use worldly weapons except for a wizard like my father. But this is indeed what he asked someone to tell me when he was dying that if I wanted to sell this bow, I would have to sell at least two magic stones."

"Why did your father use bows and arrows as weapons?" Lance asked curiously.

The young man raised his head proudly: "Before my father became a wizard, he was a very powerful hunter. He said that using bows and arrows would remind him of the time he was hunting in the mountains when he was young. Moreover, this bow and arrow, coupled with the arrows made by my father, is no weaker than any magic."

"There are special arrows?" Lance became more and more interested. Unexpectedly, a store that I accidentally found selling secular weapons, encountered such a thing.

Could it be that after traveling through time, I have really made great fortune?

The young man hurriedly said, "Of course, of course. Although my father has passed away for three years, I have kept all these things well." After that, he walked back to the inner room and struggled to drag a small box out.

Lance watched him open the box and found bundles of arrows contained in it, wrapped in linen cloth, and the clusters of arrows looked brand new.

"There are two kinds of arrows," the young man explained: "One is an ordinary arrow. It is made of good magic wood. The arrows are pure iron and very sharp."

"The other kind, my father called it [Dragon Killing Arrow]." A trace of remembrance appeared on the young man's face: "Because he used this kind of arrow to shoot two flying dragons on both sides. There were only six of this kind of dragon Killing Arrow. Because I only know how to make ordinary arrows."

"Can you shoot and kill a flying dragon on both feet?" A trace of shock flashed in Lance's eyes. Could it be a bragging thing?

According to legend, only a real second-level wizard can deal with a creature like a two-legged flying dragon.

Could it be that this young man’s father was once a second-level wizard?

"Impossible." The meticulous Lance heard some additional information from the other party's previous words.

Three years ago, I went to an adventure in a place and never came back... Lance was almost certain that the young man's parents were going to Puppet City. Since it was Puppet City, it could not be a level 2 wizard. Because due to arcane interference, a wizard with a mana of more than 100 points will be killed by a mysterious force when entering Puppet City. No level 2 wizard dares to take risks with his own strength.

"Since I'm not a second-level wizard, if I can really shoot the two-legged flying dragon, it's really shocking."

Lance stroked the dark [Dragon Killing Arrow] carefully. The arrow looked very ordinary, and it was recently filled with white wax. It must have been made by the young man himself.

He frowned and wiped off the new wax. The originally smooth arrow immediately became extremely rough and the color turned blue-gray.

"I think it might look better if you put some wax on it..." The young man said embarrassedly.

Lance shook his head slowly, but asked silently in his heart: "Fox, is this metal in our database?"

"Scan is completed, comparison is underway..."

"The comparison is completed. Master, there is no record of this metal in our database. The density of this metal is between iron and silver, and the texture is very magical. I do not have a scanning electron microscope system, so I cannot observe the molecular structure."

"However, based on the information you gave me before, I can preliminarily assume that this metal should be a kind of demonized metal."

Demonized metal?

Lance's face remained unchanged. He put the arrow in his hand back into the small box and said steadily: "In addition to this box of arrows, how much does it cost in total?"

The young man was immediately overjoyed: "Just three magic stones!"

Lance nodded: "Take these things to Room 9 of Hearthstone Inn, where you can wait for me."

The young man agreed immediately.

Lance looked at the other weapons in the store before leaving the place.

Instead of rushing to return to the hotel, he went to the free trade zone to the east.

"I don't know what good things are in the hands of Ferundor's wizard apprentice." Lance looked at the only sixteen magic stones left in the Arcane Ring and couldn't help but smile bitterly.
Chapter completed!