Chapter 2 Passing by the Pain Gun Guardian
"I'm sorry sir, he doesn't drink."
Ryan placed his fingers on the glass of amber liquor and calmly pushed it back to the customer. He glanced to the side and said, "Yes, when you're drunk, you'll go crazy. You'll be so crazy that you won't be able to distinguish between friend and foe. You can blow this little shop to the ground."
The black-robed mechanic curled up quietly in the corner of the bar, his hands on his knees, emitting an alluring scent like a piece of honey.
Ryan dismissed another customer who came to chat up and continued to wipe his wine glass, nonchalantly joking, "It looks like your customer is late. What a shame. This is obviously your first custom weapons business."
Because of Granton's strict control over mechanical weapons, the transaction process for mechanics is extremely complicated, and selling finished weapons without a license is an illegal transaction.
But in the chaotic dungeon, no one cares about the mechanic's qualifications, there is no need for cumbersome transaction procedures, and there is no need to pay high transaction taxes.
The buyer and seller only need to test the performance of the weapon to complete the transaction, which is quite consistent with the demands of many mechanics for quick cash conversion.
Ryan had worked with the young man many times and hinted that he could take on some custom-made finished products with higher pay, but the young man insisted on only selling mechanical components or taking orders for modifications. He only just now obtained his Class B mechanic qualification certificate.
The test for mechanics is quite strict. Class B is a very strange level, which is enough to restrain the edge, but also has the qualifications to accept orders for customized weapons.
Ryan knew that his ability was far more than that, and he couldn't help but sigh that young people nowadays were so cautious.
But for Youan, simply because the registration fee for Level B was cheaper and the test content was simple enough, so simple that he didn't need to spend extra time preparing, he was able to pass the test directly in his first adulthood.
The customer Youan is going to meet today is a regular customer who used to buy mechanical components.
The day after he obtained the qualification certificate, he posted information on the trading network to accept custom orders.
It's a bit timid to say this, as B-level mechanics are not uncommon in Granton, and his clientele is mostly students and mercenaries, who cannot afford the price of customized weapons.
Therefore, when he received the other party's transaction request and full advance payment, Youan couldn't help but feel excited and grateful.
What a generous gentleman.
In order to thank our customers for their trust, Youan puts all his efforts into almost every step, from designing the appearance to adapting the performance and then to assembling the finished product.
He hoped to personally deliver the first custom piece of machinery to this gentleman, but so far, no one has come through the doors of the Wheatfield Bar.
"I'm going back first."
It seemed that Youan had something urgent to do, so after the agreed time, he handed the box to Ryan to pass on.
Ryan: "Don't worry, I will give it to the customer."
The door of the bar opened and closed again. The black dog orc guarding the door smiled playfully and followed the black robe mechanic to see him off.
The corners of his robe swirled with humid air and disappeared around the corner of the underground city alley.
The chaotic neon lights and shadows faded away as the black robe, and an inconspicuous thin figure appeared on the streets of Area A.
The transparent windows of roadside candy shops display a variety of new hard candies.
The tip of Youan's nose touched the cold glass, and two small rabbit ears, round like apricot kernels, slowly stood up from his fluffy and messy hair.
"Hello, please give me two bunny candies!"
"Okay, you can choose for yourself."
The limited edition aircraft landed at the intersection, and something flew past behind it, brushing against the corner of its clothes.
The tuft of hair on top of his head swayed gently in the air, but You An was completely unaware of it and was carefully selecting the cutest rabbit candy with a face.
After the squirrel clerk handed him the smallest packaging bag, he hurriedly caught the last interstellar train and returned to the student dormitory of Kagano University.
Youan's dormitory conditions are very good. It consists of three independent small rooms with a shared living room and bathroom. It is equipped with a housekeeping robot and a full set of electrical appliances. The dormitory fee per semester is as high as 50,000 Bailan coins.
As a straight-A student with no additional credits, he was allowed to live there for free by the school.
This is a great thing, but the two well-off federal human roommates obviously don't think so.
"Yuan, could you please not put your dirty bag on the sofa? I have to tell you a few times before you remember!"
Zach's irritable voice came through the bathroom door. He clutched the freshly washed backpack in his hand and shook it around in disgust like a garbage bag.
With a click, the bathroom door opened.
A pair of slender white legs stepped out of the mist. The two people in the living room turned their heads at the same time, and the slightly pink knees caught their eyes.
The backpack in Zach's hand stopped shaking at some point until someone snatched it away.
You An raised his face, and suddenly a ray of clear eyes flashed across his messy hair.
"Why do you touch it if it's dirty?"
The soft voice contained a hint of displeasure, like a sharp needle piercing a balloon.
Zach immediately shouted, "Who wants to touch your things!"
He took out a handkerchief and wiped his fingers exaggeratedly, glancing at him from the corner of his eye, cursing non-stop, "Dirty, shedding rabbit, you'd better clean up the bathroom and don't let me see a single hair!"
"I don't shed."
Youan lifted up his loose shirt hem, turned around, and stroked his tail.
The short and fluffy piece can be rolled into a round ball of hair, just like a caramel-flavored marshmallow, quietly curled below the lower back.
The sarcastic squeeze came to an abrupt end.
As if he could feel the slight itch brought by the fuzz on his palm, Zack unconsciously moved half a step towards him.
At this moment, there was a crisp knock on the door.
"Don't waste time."
Perhaps feeling that looking at him any longer would be demeaning, Vincent walked to the door with a deadpan expression and knocked on the doorframe as a reminder, "Don't you still have to attend the party?"
"Oh yes, that's a banquet that many nobles will attend. Not everyone can go."
Zack, who had recovered from his shock, suddenly raised his voice and walked past Youan with a smug look on his face.
The Orc Galaxy now has a constitutional system, and the Senate composed of nobles and civilians has become the most authoritative administrative body after the war.
Even nobles at the top of the pyramid like Plankin and Vanser will be attending tonight's banquet. For many people, it is a great opportunity to make friends.
Although time was running out, the two stood at the door, neither of them showing any intention of leaving, as if they were waiting for something.
Youan blinked and said goodbye to the two politely: "Goodbye."
As soon as the words fell, before the two of them could say anything else, the metal door closed cleanly, almost breaking their noses.
“That’s great… That’s great…”
The entire dormitory temporarily belonged to him, and Youan was visibly happy. He quickly turned around and went back to his room, leaning over the bed to search.
He moved very quietly, as if searching for some treasure, and lowered his voice to call out, "You Tuantuan, You Tuantuan..."
The room was quiet and there was no reaction.
So Youan clapped his hands and changed the address: "Where is the good little rabbit?"
"Good little bunny is here!"
A tiny rabbit head suddenly popped out from the edge of the pillow.
The dwarf rabbit, only the size of a bean bun, responded excitedly, stepped on the quilt that rolled up and down like mountains, and nestled skillfully into Youan's open palm.
As Youan raised his hand, the little chestnut rabbit appeared in front of him as if riding an elevator.
"Brother, I miss you so much! I need you!"
The two furry little paws waved non-stop. When Youan lowered his head and came closer, You Tuantuan immediately hugged the tip of his nose, tilted his head and rubbed it affectionately, "You came back too late today..."
The warm fur was soft and delicate. Youan leaned against the rabbit's belly and took a sip, smelling the familiar bitter smell of medicine.
It seems that I have taken my medicine obediently today.
"We were delayed a little on the road, but it won't happen again next time." Youan put him back on the pillow, leaned over and opened the bedside drawer, which was full of the smallest medicine tubes.
You An took out a new tube, unscrewed it and put it to You Tuan Tuan's mouth.
“Mmm…gulp…gulp…”
You Tuantuan drank half of it with great effort, then turned his head slowly and continued to drink the rest of the potion.
After drinking a tube of bitter medicine, the little rabbit who was excited just now became a little wilted, but soon he forced himself to be energetic again and proudly handed the empty glass tube to his brother.
Don’t throw away discarded medicine tubes, you can recycle them as waste and exchange them for money!
"Brave, Tuan Tuan is really awesome."
Youan wiped the lint from his mouth, picked up his backpack and dug out the candy store bag, "This is a reward, give it to you."
"Wow! It's candy!" You Tuantuan couldn't wait to get into the bag.
The packaging bag formed a small bulge, and with a rustling sound, he turned into a little king who had obtained the scepter in the treasury, holding the plastic candy stick in his front paws and shaking it out.
Youan helped him open the transparent plastic wrapper: "Eat it."
You Tuantuan swallowed his saliva and asked, "Is it expensive?"
Youan shook his head: "It's not expensive."
You Tuantuan's eyes lit up even brighter, and he licked the surface of the hard candy with the tip of his tongue, causing his whole body to sway happily.
The rabbit candy is so delicious, shiny and sweet, which can cover up the bitter taste of the medicine in the mouth.
You Tuantuan licked it again and again, counted three more licks, and raised the candy stick high: "Brother, eat it!"
You An shook his head: "I've eaten it. There's one left in the bag. You can save it for tomorrow."
You Tuantuan still held the candy stick, trying to lift it higher.
You An could only bite off half of it and chewed it with a crunching sound. Only then did You Tuan Tuan continue to eat with satisfaction.
After finishing the rabbit candy, Youan took advantage of the fact that there was no one else in the dormitory and took his brother to the bathroom to wash up openly.
The warm wind blew through the thick fur, and the chestnut rabbit was flattened into a mochi ball in Youan's palm.
The soothing feeling of comfort did not make him drowsy. Instead, he began to chatter and report like a little inspector.
"Today, Zach called me a bumpkin five times, a nerd three times, and said rabbits are stupid and weak and only know how to shed fur..."
You An poked Mochi Tuan’s butt and said, “You didn’t leave the room and let them see you, did you?”
"No, they were just talking too loudly!"
The mochi ball cooperated and turned over, revealing its fluffy white belly, and continued, "Although Vincent didn't say anything bad about his brother, he didn't refute Zack either. They are a group of bad guys!"
He imitated the other person's tone vividly, which made him so angry that he squatted down and punched the air with his front paws twice fiercely.
A faint smile appeared on Youan's face. He stretched out two fingers and fought with Officer Rabbit, who was punishing evil and promoting good.
The limited energy was quickly used up. When Youan returned to the bed, the soft little rabbit curled up in his brother's palm, nodding his head, and was so sleepy that he couldn't even lift his eyelids.
Normal Granton orcs have both human and beast forms. In addition to switching between them at any time during daily life, they usually have a three to five day period of reversion every month, and remain in beast form.
However, You Tuantuan's situation is very special. He has suffered from a rare genetic disease since birth. Now he is almost seven years old, but he is unable to transform into a human form. He must be carefully cared for and take special medicines to maintain his condition until he is ten years old and undergoes genetic surgery.
This amount of money was not a small sum. Fortunately, Youan sold his old house and relied on taking orders in the dungeon and other part-time jobs to cover the high medical expenses.
You Tuantuan yawned, dug out the smallest optical computer he had rebuilt from discarded parts from under his pillow, and handed it to You An: "Brother, I haven't finished the homework you assigned me today. There are a few questions I can't answer..."
"It's okay if you don't know. The questions I asked were too difficult. If you want to hear them tomorrow, I'll explain them to you."
A little rabbit marinated in medicine doesn't need any other worries, Youan comforted it softly and transformed back into animal form.
Two fur balls, one big and one small, huddled together, their voices becoming intermittent, and they gradually fell into a sweet dream like candy.
at the same time--
At the Wheat Field Bar, where many eyes converged, a huge fox with red fur was lying on the bar counter, grinning and wailing in pain.
Ryan was annoyed by the noise, but due to the other party's status, he could only patiently ask, "Sir, the performance of this 'Mirage Whip' is perfect. What exactly are you dissatisfied with?"
"What do you know!"
Lancelot snatched the box left by the black-robed mechanic and choked with tears, "A pain spear without a signature or engraving... is an incomplete pain spear!"
Ryan: “…”
Bang!
The door to the bar slammed shut.
"Oh, the service attitude is so bad."
The cold wind blew past, and the red fox, who was asked to leave rudely, looked up and sighed that life is full of regrets, then picked up the box and returned the same way.
A hundred meters along the street, a group of space pirates were wantonly looting and smashing shops on the roadside, their crazy and triumphant laughter mixed with the screams.
The scarred man in the lead carried a machine gun, stepped on the pile of corpses, and admired the panic scene around him.
Suddenly his eyes paused, and then a gleam of light flashed in his eyes.
A huge red fox, holding a box in its mouth, strolled leisurely down the street, passing by panicked passersby running in the opposite direction.
His whole body exuded a sense of relaxation nurtured by power and money, making him look like a ball of intense flame, or even more like a pile of walking white coins.
What a great luck that a fat sheep was born.
The pirate leader, accompanied by seven or eight of his followers, stopped him with a swaggering smile that made one's scalp tingle. "Good evening! This young master seems to be a new face in the dungeon."
"Yes, this is my first time here."
The red fox put the box down, as if he didn't notice the dozen or so gun muzzles pointed at him, and looked around lazily.
"The underground city environment is better than I expected, especially the garbage sorting and greening work is very good. However... the drainage system needs to be improved."
He raised his wet paws, shook them in the air, and complained in disgust, "I don't like having my paws dirty with stagnant water. Do you understand that feeling?"
“…”
Suddenly there was silence all around, and the pirates looked at him in disbelief.
You know shit!
This fox must be mentally ill!
"Damn it, you even commented on it!"
The pirate leader spat, and in anger, he picked up the machine gun and shot away the box next to him.
Under the huge impact, the box rolled twice and opened with a click, revealing a drumstick-shaped whip handle that was dark red like blood.
"What is this?"
"Of course it's the Mirage Whip, the only one of its kind in the entire galaxy, its value comparable to the Dream Seaview Valley! It fully demonstrates the superb skills of Teacher 'Ghost' and the master's unique skill—"
The red fox paused, raised its head, and patted its chest with its front paws. "That's me, with my extraordinary aesthetic taste and elegant style..."
The pirates were stunned for two seconds, then burst into laughter: "Hahahaha, a whip! Who uses a whip these days except in bed?"
The red fox didn't mind being interrupted, and squatted on the spot with his legs crossed, wagging his tail with a smile.
At first glance, it is a handicraft that looks good but is useless. It is not lethal and difficult to sell.
The pirate leader sneered and kicked the box open: "Tsk, what a piece of junk."
There seemed to be some subtle changes in the air, and the leisurely swaying big tail suddenly stopped.
The smiling red fox turned his head, his gaze like a sharp blade, slowly slashing across the opponent's throat——
"You mean, junk?"
"That's not nice to hear. I just said it was rubbish, so what?"
The pirate leader's arrogance and ferocity boiled in his veins. He raised his chin and ordered his subordinates, "What are you standing there for? Beat this guy's fox fur to pieces!"
In an instant, the lasers from a dozen machine guns flashed, making their murderous eyes appear particularly red.
Da da da!
Da da da!
The blood-stained body slammed to the ground, and blood spread like mist in the puddle.
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