Daddy Fantasy World Restaurant

The numb feeling after the electric shock is fading, and the feet can feel a strong feedback when they land on the ground. The long-lost strength makes Mag feel more relaxed.

It's like a stone that was pressing on my heart was suddenly removed, and I can say goodbye to the crippled name from now on. Although I can't go to heaven or earth, it's enough to be a normal dad.

"The efficiency of cooking should be at least doubled. I guess we still need to hire another waiter." Mag whispered to himself, and walked towards Mobai's weapon shop.

Although he passed by every day, Mobai's weapon shop Mag did not go in once.

The size of the house is about the same as that of Mag's. The houses on Aden Square and the individual storefronts are all about the same size. They were built in a unified way back then, but some big shops will open up several storefronts.

The house was built with a kind of black ashlar, and it looked like it had been recently repaired. The surface was not very smooth, and it was somewhat similar to the rough character of the dwarves.

A small iron rod protruded from the door, with three round thin iron plates hanging on it, and the three big characters of "Weapon Shop" were written in red handwriting. It seemed that it had been written many times, and the handwriting overlapped with each other, giving it a sense of age. Completely, I have witnessed the blacksmithing career of Mo Bai, an old dwarf blacksmith.

There is a wooden door in the weapons shop, but all the wooden boards towards the door are detachable. During the day, Mo Bai will remove them all and put them aside, and the wooden door is also completely open.

He could vaguely hear the clanging of irons, and Mag was secretly thankful that the system had done a good job of soundproofing the restaurant, otherwise listening to the sound of irons every day would be torture.

Mag stood at the door and looked in. The goal was a place similar to a weapon exhibition hall. On the right wall and two rows of wooden racks were hung various weapons. There was a blacksmith shop inside and a blacksmith shop outside. Separated by a wall, there was a small opening in the wall, and four chairs were placed against the wall on the other side. The layout looked very simple, and the ground paved with black stones looked quite clean.

As big as a mountain axe, as small as a small flying knife, long sword, short sword, mixed iron rod, heavy sword... as long as it is a mainstream weapon, almost all of them can be found on the weapon rack. The light outside the house shines on the weapon. Under the cool and cold light, there is a sense of sharpness that can be seen.

"A weapon that can sell for 1,000 gold coins is really extraordinary." Mag's eyes lit up. Although he played more guns than cold weapons in his previous life, he still has this vision.

Mobai's weapon shop almost jingled at night, so it can be seen that the business is really good. As a soldier's most important partner, the quality of weapons may determine the outcome of a battle, so an old blacksmith has accumulated a lot of money over the years. The credibility of the website is better than any advertisement.

Mobai's armory is like this,

In Chaos City, there are no more than three dwarves who can match his craftsmanship. As for whose weapon is better, there are different opinions. A blacksmith shop can maintain a booming business for decades, which has already explained everything.

Mag raised his leg and stepped over the threshold, and walked into the door softly. In addition to the sound of iron hammering, he could also vaguely hear the conversation of the man among them. After listening carefully for a while, Mag heard that the speakers were Mag and Ha Beng, it seems that after breakfast in the morning, Ha Beng didn't go back, but stayed in Mobai's blacksmith shop.

"Boss Mai?" The sound of hammering the iron suddenly stopped, and Mo Bai looked out from the opening, calling out in surprise.

"Boss Mobai, turn around and take a look when you are bored. Keep busy." Mag replied with a smile. He really just came over to take a look casually. On the plus side Lenovo.

"Boss Mai, are you going to get a weapon for fun too?" Ha Beng turned around from behind, looked at Mag and said with a smile.

"I'm fine with the kitchen knife. I just came here to see the oddities." Mag smiled and shook his head. Apart from looking at the oddities, Mag actually wanted to see how much heavy weapons would be more appropriate with his current strength.

When McGonagall Alex was in his prime, he used an all-black epee, which weighed a hundred catties, and could cut dragons with one strike.

Mag's body has recovered a bit now, and it's not a problem to pick up a one-hundred-pound object, but it's a bit embarrassing for him to use a one-hundred-pound sword as a weapon.

"System, do you sell weapons?" Mag asked in his heart at the same time, Mobai's ones are a bit too expensive.

"This system does not provide harmful weapons." The system's solemn voice sounded.

"Well, I'll just buy it here." Mag said calmly.

"If the host is practicing swordsmanship to practice sword skills, it's not impossible to sell the host, but I hope the host can guarantee that the weapon he gets is a sword of justice and will not be used to cut people." The system said hesitantly.

"I just bought it to kill people, and I want the kind of knife one by one, if you don't have it, forget it." Mag pouted, with a bit of sarcasm: "The Sword of Justice? Do you think you are selling children's toys?"

"Host, you have bought children's toys many times, please don't look down on children's toys, the craftsmanship of children's toys is no worse than making a weapon, and the feelings of the maker are even far more than a cold weapon, and the price of high-end toys It is much higher than weapons, so why do you look down on selling children's toys?" The serious voice of the system sounded.

"..." Mag thought for a while, but he was really speechless. Amy's music box cost two hundred gold coins. It is not impossible to replace it with a more advanced toy, which would cost more than a weapon.

"That's right, it would be a loss if Boss Mai held the sword in both hands. This world can lose one knight who does nothing, but it must not lose one Boss Mai." Ha Beng nodded approvingly.

"If it's Mag Alex, he's not a mediocre knight." Mag thought to himself, smiled and walked towards a slender long sword hanging on the wall, and said with a smile : "Yeah, it's good to be a chef."

"Boss Mai, if you want to buy one for fun, I suggest you take the upper one. It's shorter, and it might suit you better." Mo Bai, who was wearing a thick black apron, also came out from inside, looking at Mag. said with a smile.

Mag looks really too thin. He often needed to rest on the stove when he was just cooking. The lady sword might be more suitable for him, but I don’t have any disdainful thoughts. The one Mag wants to take Although the sword body is slender, it still weighs about ten catties, afraid that Mag will twist his hand.

"I think this one should be about the same." Mag reached out and picked up the sword. The hilt with the simple texture was slightly cold in his hand, but a rush of hot blood suddenly rushed from his heart.