Chapter 855: 558
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“Uh, I will be careful,” Fang Hao continued to ask, “What are those dwarves assessing?”
Wadey glanced at the dwarves and lowered his voice, “The merchandise the dwarves are selling is quite remarkable.”
“What is it?”
“An orange piece of machinery called the Wind Pipe Cannon. It can shoot from five barrels at once. Any Turtle Shell Formation or Cavalry Formation would be decimated by a single volley, leaving nothing but scattered flesh across the ground,” Wadey said with a serious tone.
“Can such a thing really be sold?”
“Dwarf machinery is quite famous, and I heard it sells well. But the Dwarf Alliance has rules against selling too much to outsiders.”
“Oh, I see.”
From Wadey, Fang Hao also got some useful information.
The ones who came with him were Gray Dwarves from the dwarf race.
This dwarf tribe is one of the more sparsely populated lines within the dwarf community.
They are known for their brutal nature and combat skills.
And the gray hair and beards are not a sign of old age but their natural color from birth, which is also the origin of their name.
The two chatted for a while longer.
As the loud voices of the dwarves rose, Wadey returned to the queue.
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“Is that your friend?” the Gray Dwarf asked.
“Just a transmigrator I happened to run into.”
“A transmigrator? To have made it here, his strength must be considerable. Is it possible to pinpoint the location of his domain?” the Gray Dwarf asked in a deep voice.
Wadey shook his head, “His domain isn’t near the Dwarf City, and since he came with the Lizardmen, he might not be that strong.”
The Gray Dwarf sighed with some disappointment.
If that guy had earned his spot in Residence 01 on his own merit, then his domain’s strength must be significant.
Recently, the dwarves have been in need of both supplies and slaves.
If it were possible to plunder a transmigrator with abundant resources, many issues could be eased.
The greedy gaze of the Gray Dwarf lingered on Fang Hao for quite a while.
It wasn’t until Demitrija’s cold, vertically slit eyes glanced over that the Gray Dwarf’s body shook violently, a chill akin to being targeted by a venomous snake spreading throughout his spine.
An orange hero.
This transmigrator was affiliated with a powerful Lizardman faction, not to be trifled with.
Lizardmen are not numerous, but they have a much longer history.
Legend has it that the Lizardmen lived on this continent even before humans and dwarves, and the forbidden zones that no one dares to enter are filled with the ruins of Lizardmen temples and altars.
Lizardmen rarely appear within the sight of other races, but nobody actively provokes them either.
“Lord, those Gray Dwarves have unfriendly intentions,” Demitrija whispered.
“Hmm, pay them no mind. They’re just a minor clan. Let’s queue up as well and take part in this auction,” Fang Hao said.
Together, he and his group started to queue up.
They passed the time eating and drinking together, not bored at all.
The queue moved quickly as well.
Wadey left with the Gray Dwarves, waving to Fang Hao’s group as he went.
Before long, it was Fang Hao and his companions’ turn.
Behind the small window was a Goblin with a monocular gold-rimmed eyeglass, looking down at the registration book in his hands.
“What are you registering?” the Goblin’s shrill voice rang out.
“Dwarf machinery,” Fang Hao replied.
The Goblin glanced up, surprised to see a human selling dwarf machinery.
“Okay, what’s the machinery called, and how new is it? We’ve got appraisers, and if there’s major damage or if it’s not popular, it could be rejected,” the Goblin explained.
It seemed that the Goblin thought Fang Hao had obtained dwarf machinery from somewhere else to sell.
Furthermore, dwarves from other areas also sold machinery.
If one’s own merchandise was used, it clearly wouldn’t have an advantage.
“A brand-new five-barrel Wind Organ Cannon,” said Fang Hao.
“A five-barrel Wind Organ Cannon?” The Goblin’s interest was piqued, and he took another look at the young man before him.
The Gray Dwarves had just registered a Wind Organ Cannon, and now a human was registering another.
“Are you sure it’s a brand-new five-barrel Wind Organ Cannon?” The Goblin confirmed once more.
“Yes, brand new,” Fang Hao nodded.
The Goblin scribbled a few notes on paper and handed him a slip.
“Enter through here; an appraiser will receive you,” the Goblin pointed Fang Hao in a direction.
The five-barrel Wind Organ Cannon is one of the most outstanding pieces of machinery among dwarves.
There are many types of powerful cannons in the world, but the technology to simultaneously fire from five barrels with such great power is truly only mastered by dwarves.
Therefore, each Wind Organ Cannon carries a high price in the market.
Moreover, the number of cannons dwarves sell to outsiders is tightly controlled.
Even at headquarters’ auctions, they don’t sell too many.
“Thank you!” Fang Hao received the slip and led his group towards the entrance indicated.
They walked through a stone corridor.
A human receptionist stood in front.
After seeing the slip in Fang Hao’s hand, “Room 012 for appraisal.”
The room was not hard to find.
After knocking gently on the door of room 012, a somewhat hoarse voice responded, “Come in.”
Pushing the door open, they entered.
The room was roughly 70 square meters.
It was quite empty inside, with an open space in the middle, a long desk at the back, and several cabinets filled with various items.
Behind the long desk sat a Skeleton Undead.
It wore a cream-colored robe, with the collar, belt, and cuffs embroidered with gold thread symbols representing death and penance.
Skeleton Technician (Tier 7).
Fang Hao immediately recognized his profession.
A technician?
In Fang Hao’s understanding, a technician is skilled in assembling and repairing constructs.
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