Chapter 121: More Cold-Blooded Than a Crab
With a quiet plink, Balthazar watched the crossbow bolt hit the floor, its shaft broken in two and the tip cracked.
[Natural Armor: 0 damage taken]
“Really, miss?” said the crab with a frown, as he rubbed the area between his eyestalks. “Shoddily made stone-tip bolts? Those aren’t even good enough to pierce chitin! If you’d come to Balthazar’s Bazaar, you could have purchased some much better steel—”
“Just please don’t kill me!” cried the young adventurer, dropping the crossbow to the floor, along with her knees.
“What?! No! I’m not going to hurt you,” the merchant quickly said, waving his claws from side to side. “I’m not one of the skeletons, I swear. Not that they’re bad either. Well, I mean, technically they do set all those traps and… the point is, just stop crying, will you?!”
Lisa gasped, staring at the crab through teary eyes as she tried to contain her cries.
“It’s fine, all is fine, no need to be scared,” Balthazar quietly said, taking slow steps forward.
“What are you doing?!” whispered Jim from behind the pillar, out of the girl’s sight. “We’re not supposed to chat with the adventurers.”
“Let me try things my way,” the crab whispered back.