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Chapter 122 Robbery
Chapter 122 Robbery
Xia Lin stepped forward, looking down at the man slumped on the ground, his face covered in blood: "Do you still dare to do it?"
The man covered his face, peeking through his fingers at Xia Lin's terrifyingly calm face, and finally realized that he had kicked a hornet's nest.
"No, I won't do it again—" he mumbled incoherently, "I was wrong—please let me go—"
At this moment, the man was quite sensible.
Xia Lin nodded, a satisfied smile appearing on his face: "Letting you go is quite simple. It's just a matter of one '6'."
He paused, then changed his tone: "You just threatened me, causing me psychological trauma. Now you have to compensate me for emotional distress."
The man was stunned, even forgetting the pain on his face.
Because usually he's the one who takes other people's portions, but today he was the one who got taken from others?
"You—you're not—" he stammered, "Isn't this blatant robbery?"
Xia Lin nodded matter-of-factly: "Yes, I'm robbing you, is there a problem with that?"
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He opened his mouth as if to say something, but under Xia Lin's terrifyingly calm gaze, all his words were swallowed back down.
He was quite certain that if he said another word of no, he would most likely be met with Xia Lin's merciless iron fist.
He trembled as he untied the money pouch from his waist and handed it to Xia Lin.
Xia Lin took it, opened it, and counted—
Five gold coins, plus a few silver coins.
"Alright," he said, putting the wild money pouch into his pocket. "That's all. I'll give you a discount today."
The man's heart was bleeding, but he dared not show any dissatisfaction on his face.
He just nodded frantically, praying that the wicked adventurer would leave quickly so he could find help and take revenge later.
But Xia Lin still caught the hint of resentment on his face.
"What?" Xia Lin crouched down to meet his gaze. "You're not convinced?"
Just as the man was about to explain, "Bang! Bang! Bang!"
Three more punches interrupted his "appeal request".
This time, they beat him so badly he turned into a pig's head, his eyes rolled back, and he passed out.
The entrance to the town.
"Xia Lin," Garu stopped, "Kyle and I need to go to the Adventurers' Guild first. This matter is too big; it involves the disappearance of an elite church team, and we need to report it immediately."
"Do you need me to prove anything for you?"
Kyle, standing nearby, shook his head and declined Xia Lin's offer: "Although we didn't bring back Melissa and Lance's remains, the identification mark on Lance's sword is enough to prove everything. The association should be able to accept it."
She paused, then handed a large package to Xia Lin: "These are the monster materials you collected during this mission. Take them first."
As for the payment for the guided tour we agreed on, it will be the amount we discussed before, and we'll settle the account with you when we get back to the hotel.
"Okay." Xia Lin said readily, "You guys go ahead and get busy, I'm not in a hurry."
"Let's have a good drink together after we're done with this!"
Garu laughed heartily, turned around, and strode towards the Adventurers' Guild with Kyle.
Xia Lin watched their figures disappear into the crowd before turning around and walking in another direction.
He wasn't worried that Garru and Kyle would renege on their debts.
After spending the past few days with them, he had a fairly good understanding of their character.
He thought to himself, "But this trip at least proves that these two people are worth befriending."
Woody on his shoulder muttered, "You're pretty carefree. What if they run away?"
"With the backing of the church, an official force, it's impossible for them to use public funds for payment."
Woody is clearly not very good at dealing with interpersonal relationships in a society where connections matter.
Woody grunted and didn't say anything more.
The sign for the blacksmith shop, "Anvil and Fire," gleamed in the afternoon sun.
Xia Lin pushed open the half-closed wooden door, and the familiar smell of coal smoke and metal wafted out.
Inside the shop, the dwarf blacksmith Sindar was scrambling for the hammer, clanging and pounding on an unshaped iron billet, sweat rolling down his skin and thick chest hair.
"Boss Xinda!"
"Yo! Xia Lin!" Xinda grinned, then her gaze fell on the huge, bulging bundle on Xia Lin's back, her eyes instantly lighting up. "Wow! This time you've got a lot of loot! What—what kind of fortune did you strike it rich on?"
Xia Lin didn't say anything, but simply placed the package, which was even bigger than him, on the worktable with a "thud".
The package was opened, revealing a dozen or so dark brown pterosaur scales inside.
Ten sharp, hook-like claws were carefully wrapped in oilcloth.
A large bag of sharp teeth of varying sizes and wing membranes with strange patterns.
Sinda's eyes widened in surprise.
He put down the hammer, strode over, and carefully picked up a scale with his rough, calloused hands, examining it closely. He then tapped it with his finger and listened to the echo—
"This—" His voice trembled slightly, "What did you peel this off from? These scales! The texture, the density, this—"
He suddenly looked up and stared at Xia Lin: "Friend, don't tell me you went to slay a dragon?"
Xia Lin smiled and said, "More or less. I took care of a wolf-winged beast that had been corrupted by that mad dragon."
Xinda gasped, clearly shocked by the words of the previously unknown young man.
After a second of thought, the dwarf made a decision that went against his ancestors' wishes: this kid is definitely a potential star, and he should make the most of this high-quality benefactor!
He turned to the materials, his eyes burning with the eagerness of someone eyeing some priceless treasure: "What do you plan to do with these materials?"
Xia Lin was prepared: "Repair my equipment first, and you can keep the rest."
He took off his silver-scaled breastplate and handed it over.
Three deep scratches were clearly visible on the back of the breastplate, extending from the shoulder blade all the way to the waist, with the scales at the edges rolled up, and in some places even completely pierced through.
"This is—" Sinda took the breastplate, her brow furrowing, "Did it also come from a pterosaur?"
"Yes." Xia Lin nodded. "It was scratched by a claw. Can it be repaired?"
Xinda examined it carefully and pondered for a moment: "It can be repaired, but it will take a lot of time. We need to re-fuse these cracks and add a few new scales. Your materials will come in handy."
Your breastplate was already of good quality; repairing it won't reduce its defensive capabilities too much.
He quoted an extremely low, friendly price: "5 gold coins."
Xia Lin did the math in her head and nodded, "Okay."
He then pointed to the leather leg armor around his waist, worn and ready to be retired after the previous battles: "I don't need these. Do you have any new leg armor here? Something with good defense and lightweight."
Sinda turned around, took a brand-new leather leggings from the wall, and placed them on the worktable: "Take a look at these leggings. They're lined with soft felt and have thin steel plates at the joints. They offer twice the protection of ordinary leather armor, and they're lighter. Want to try them on?"