Witch, Fireball and Steam Evil God

Chapter 131 Black Wolf
On this day, the people of Hearth Bay finally welcomed the Heisenberg they had been waiting for for a long time, but they did not get the Frost Arrow Scroll they had been looking forward to for a long time. This time, the goods sold in large quantities became the Lightning Chain Scroll.

In response, the store clerks explained, "Although it has been replaced with a Lightning Chain Scroll, the purity remains the same."

In fact, customers don’t care about the spells in the scrolls. They say, “Fireball, Frostbolt, Lightning Chain… whatever the spell is, they just want the good stuff of this purity.”

In the blink of an eye, all the Lightning Chain Scrolls were sold out, and those who missed out could only beat their chests and stamp their feet.

Heisenberg's stuff is addictive, everyone says so. After they get used to the magic scrolls produced by Heisenberg, they always feel uncomfortable using other magic scrolls. Critics point out that this is proof of the user's gradually declining IQ. Generally speaking, magic scrolls are auxiliary props, and they need to formulate reasonable battle plans according to the occasion and the dark creatures they face.

Every battle requires careful design and even excellent teamwork.

However, the emergence of Heisenberg destroyed all of this.

People who have used extremely pure Frost Arrow Scrolls often experience the same symptoms - no matter what the commission is, it can be solved with just one Frost Arrow!

They are addicted to this kind of life that does not require any brainpower or teamwork, and only requires tearing open an ice arrow scroll and then going back to collect the bounty.

When all the lightning arrow scrolls were sold out, the guests gathered on the deck did not disperse. Instead, they formed a circle in three layers inside and outside.

"What are you doing here?"

The questioner was covered in a black cloak, as if to blend into the shadows, but because he was too short, he couldn't see why people gathered here. On his face was a wolf head, as if it was cut off from a real wolf.

Black Wolf, this is his nickname in the underworld.

He is a member of the Brotherhood and recently received a big order, the target is a count. People in the Brotherhood said that this is a life-threatening deal, and the price offered by the employer is not high, it is a losing deal, but Black Wolf still accepted the commission, he had reasons to do so.

At least in his opinion, not all commissions have to follow the concept of "value for money".

In order to ensure that he kills the target, he needs a magic scroll of very high purity.

But something delayed him today, and by the time he finally squeezed his way out of the crowd, the Lightning Chain Scroll had already been sold out. He could only sigh with those customers who had gotten nothing.

If he was lucky enough, he could buy one or two scrolls from other customers at several times the price, but before that, he accidentally came across this strange scene.

The person he spoke to was a tall and burly man who looked like a mercenary. He turned around and glanced at Black Wolf, "Huh? Don't you know? A newcomer came to Lao Sen Magic Technology Store today!"

"Newbie?"

"A blonde beauty, who looks like a noble lady. I guess she is probably bored with her life and came to Hearth Bay to seek excitement. But she is said to be a newly signed weapon craftsman of the Old Sen Magic Technology Store. I just don't know how pure she is."

The person who answered him was a kind-hearted man. He was tall and strong, and he could barely see what was going on inside by standing in the last row and tiptoeing.

Purity is the latest buzzword in Hearth Bay. Ever since Heisenberg appeared, it seems to have become the standard for judging occult supplies, and the Old Sen Magic Technology Store is synonymous with high purity.

Black Wolf asked again, "What is this new weapon craftsman you mentioned selling?"

"A crossbow. It seems to be called an electromagnetic crossbow or something."

"Electromagnetic crossbow?"

"80 Golden Lions, that's not a small amount. I'm still waiting and watching."

The respondent was somewhat hesitant.

After all, this is the era of muskets, and the price of electromagnetic crossbows is much higher than that of muskets circulated on the black market, giving it a retro feel. Someone asked the weapon craftsman about the arrows used in the electromagnetic crossbow, and the answer was that they were universal arrows that could be bought in any city.

The respondent muttered to himself, "If this was made by Heisenberg himself, I would have bought it with gritted teeth, but a noble lady? Can she make high-purity goods?"

Amid the crowd's cheers, the weapon craftsman stood up and planned to go to the beach to demonstrate the power of the electromagnetic crossbow to everyone.

Black Wolf asked, "How many of these electromagnetic crossbows does she plan to sell?"

"Just one. They say it's a trial sale. If the response is good, it will become a permanent item in the store."

"Don't try it, I bought it!" Hearing this, Black Wolf raised his voice and came to the front of the crowd.

All eyes were focused on him for a moment. Some guests who had been watching in the crowd for a long time spat. They wanted to broaden their horizons, but were disrupted by this short man who appeared out of nowhere.

Black Wolf ignored the discussions in the crowd and went straight to the weapon craftsman. His sixth sense told him that it would be difficult to buy the crossbow after the display was over.

He is a traditional assassin who is more comfortable using a crossbow than magic scrolls.

Although the weaponsmith was wearing a mask, she could still be seen as a noble lady with good temperament.

Bi'an looked down at the short man who suddenly appeared from the crowd and recognized this man at a glance - an assassin from the Brotherhood, an organization that caused headaches for the nobles of the Empire. For the Empire, it was like a double-edged sword. They were believers of the God of Shadows and were proficient in assassination.

They would both turn their daggers on the nobles and help the Empire assassinate their enemies.

"Are you sure? The price is 80 gold lions."

In front of her, Heilang took out a bag full of golden lions, which made the guests stare in amazement. They didn't expect that this short man was actually a rich man.

Amid the discussion, he counted the golden lions, put them into another bag and handed it to the other party.

After paying the money and receiving the crossbow, Black Wolf carried the crossbow on his shoulder and tried the feel of it.

It is heavier than the ordinary crossbow, and its workmanship and texture are much better.

“Here is the user guide.”

The other side completed the transaction, and she knew very well that someone somewhere in the empire would probably be in trouble before long.

Black Wolf nodded, ignoring the crowd's booing and requests to demonstrate the power of his weapon, and turned to leave the deck.

Everyone in the Brotherhood said that this was a suicide mission. Since there was a possibility that they would never come back, they might as well spend the money they had saved. This was his first time shopping in the Old Sen Magic Technology Store. Before this, he had only heard people say that Heisenberg's goods were of high purity and absolutely worth the money.

He did not stay long in Hearth Bay.

He is racing against time, and he must pave the way for the people of Darkfurnace before they fire the first shot!

at the same time.

At the Fireplace Bay Bar, the shepherd was still working diligently, carrying a thick stack of flyers. Although these flyers were no longer useful now as most people knew about the shop opened by Mr. Heisenberg, he would still put the advertising cards on the guests' trays in an orderly manner.

"How's business lately?"

The familiar voice made the shepherd stunned for a long time. He almost blurted out, "Mr. Heisenberg!"

"Shh!"

Ethan motioned him to keep quiet, and calmly stuffed a purse into the shepherd's pocket. "I haven't been to Hearth Bay for a while. This is the dividend I promised you."

He didn't want to be recognized in the tavern, so he usually let the people in the store sell the scrolls. Although he was famous in Hearth Bay, few people had seen him in person.

"Any news lately?"

Ethan ordered a cold beer and a piece of bacon bread as usual.

"I-I don't know if this counts."

The shepherd hesitated for a moment before he lowered his voice and said, "It's about Darkfurnace City, sir. I live there."

Normally, he shouldn't tell anyone the city he lives in, but the information he knew was closely related to Heisenberg.

"I know that some people got hold of several ice arrow scrolls drawn by you and are planning to start a riot."

(End of this chapter)