Chapter 1062

"Are you not satisfied with these fine pieces?" the mysterious stall owner asked in a hoarse voice.

Lin Cheng frowned. "Fine pieces? I previously rated these as the cream of the garbage, but don't forget they're still garbage at their core. A craft is a craft, and in the end it can't pass for the real thing."

When the disparaging words came out, the mysterious owner didn't get angry either—after all, these really were fakes, and being seen through by an expert was unavoidable. At this moment, getting angry would only make the other party think this little stall was nothing special either.

The best method was to take out something genuinely good and shut the other party up.

The mysterious stall owner knew this principle well, and decisively reached into his clothes, pinched it between two fingers, and took out a pitch-black ball the size of a tennis ball, carefully placing it on the stall.

"Didn't expect to meet an expert here. Then please take a look at this."

"Careful." Lin Cheng had just wanted to reach out and look, but the mysterious owner spoke up to warn him.

"Mm, I know. 17"

Seeing how carefully the stall owner had placed it earlier, Lin Cheng knew a decent item had finally appeared, and couldn't help but smile—finally, there was a gain.

Lin Cheng carefully picked up the pitch-black ball to examine it. After receiving a system notification, the smile on his face instantly froze, turning somewhat serious, and he placed the black ball back on the stall.

"What? You don't recognize this thing either?" the mysterious stall owner asked with a slightly mocking laugh.

"No, I just felt this thing might hurt my hand."

As the words fell, Lin Cheng's finger brushed the only spot with a fracture mark beneath the black ball. Instantly, a large number of black spikes silently extended from inside the black ball; in an instant, it transformed from a plain, unadorned black ball into a spiked ball. The protruding spikes blocked out all light, yet anyone who saw them felt a chill of dread in their heart.

Even though it was already damaged, the might of the spiked ball was no less than in its prime.

"Impressive!" the mysterious stall owner couldn't help but praise upon seeing it.

Earlier, he had only told the other party to be careful, wanting to see whether this expert was a genuine expert or some reckless young punk. Now he was certain the youth before him was a master, because he himself had once had the misfortune of being stabbed by the spiked ball.

"Dare I ask, Master, what exactly is this spiked ball?"

"Just a transformable metal weapon. The main body should also have a first-tier iron rod. It looks like a long-handled round hammer, but at the critical moment, the round hammer can transform into a spiked hammer. At the same time, the long handle has an iron chain built inside, so the long-handled round hammer can also transform into a long-handled meteor hammer. At the same time, judging by its size, it's clearly not suited for human use, and there are no traces of enchanting either. Such mechanical craftsmanship should be a goblin race's transforming weapon, possessing considerable collector's value."

The fact that Lin Cheng could say all this showed he wasn't interested in the thing.

When he handled it, he had almost grasped the entire structure of the long-handled round hammer. In other words, if he wished, he could reforge an identical long-handled round hammer. With slight improvements, this kind of transformable long-handled round hammer could be made suitable for human use.

"Truly a master!"

The mysterious stall owner decisively gave a thumbs-up—it was almost exactly as he had understood it.

When he first obtained this item, he had thought it was some child's toy, only later learning it was a goblin weapon.

Goblins are an extremely rare dwarven race on the continent. The demi-human dwarves are only half the height of humans, while goblins are even thinner and smaller than dwarves, so equipping weapons the same size as a human child's is hardly surprising.

At the same time, goblins are extremely intelligent; their cleverness is in no way inferior to humans. Because goblins cannot practice magic or spiritual power, they developed an entirely different path.

That is goblin technology!

"Master, you don't want this goblin weapon?" the mysterious stall owner was still thinking that if the master wanted it, he could consider selling it cheaper.

"Keep it for yourself to play with. If you don't have anything better, I'm leaving." A simple goblin mechanical weapon—its appearance here only made Lin Cheng feel surprised, not worth buying. Unless it were something like the goblin Doomsday Cannon technology he had obtained before, he might consider buying it.

But such a demand was clearly too harsh. After all, Mountain City was just a small city, so he hadn't expected to find anything good—just came to take a look.

"Hehe, seen through by the master… But I don't have anything better. However, I know someone who definitely has something the master would be interested in! This goblin weapon was also sold to me by that person."

The mysterious stall owner quietly came to Lin Cheng's side. The originally hoarse voice changed into a clear, youthful one, and Lin Cheng frowned without showing it.

This guy was hiding his identity. Thinking about it, it was quite normal—selling fakes on this treasure-hunting street, if the truth came out later, without some strength, one might get beaten up by buyers. Those middle-aged mercenary stall owners from before had at least fifth-tier strength at the worst, so self-protection wasn't an issue. But the young stall owner before him only had second-tier cultivation, probably a local. Not hiding his identity would just be asking for a beating.

"Where is the person you mentioned?"

The young stall owner narrowed his eyes, the familiar smile at his lips, and skillfully rubbed his fingers together.