Chapter 41 (1/2)
Jedi Master qui gon King walked quietly through the town. He mediated the dispute between the trade union and Naboo according to the order of the Jedi Supreme Council. The most respectable Jedi Master in the Star Wars universe, who is now the protector of Queen Naboo, has traveled around to mediate for peace between the two sides.
After Naboo's disastrous defeat in the war with the trade union, the only hope of her majesty, who has a shaky crown on her head, is the mediation and support of the Republic. In order to avoid the chasing Trade Union army, their ship was unfortunately hit by the engine and had to stop on Tatooine temporarily.
The respected Master vaguely felt that an urgent crisis was approaching, and the force guided him here, as if waiting for something.
Qui gon King walked down the street in a low-key way. Behind him was his apprentice Obi Wan and a ”maid” sent by the queen. He was very familiar with the remote planet Tatooine. He knew it was easy to make trouble here. He just wanted to find a suitable engine replacement and leave here quickly.
The time left for Naboo is running out. The trade union is killing and plundering all the time on Naboo. Qui gon King's heart is burning with anxiety.
Qui gon Kim led them through the alleys, stopping from time to time to ask local residents. Soon he learned that to find such unusual parts, there was only hope in going to watu's shop.
”Watu's shop is the place with the most complete parts here. If you can't find what you need there, there's basically no hope!” an old local resident replied with a grin of yellow teeth.
He said meaningfully, ”where is the watu shop? You can find it as long as you are not blind. If you want me to say, go early, or watu will make a lot of money and close down and go home! Ha ha! Or get caught by Jabba!”
When the party left the crazy local, Obi Wan came forward and asked, ”teacher, is he reliable?”
”The force told me that he didn't lie or hide.” qui gon King dropped a sentence and walked quickly to the front. The maid next to Obi Wan frowned and was a little unhappy. She complained in her heart that even if such a crazy person didn't lie, what he said might not be reliable!
Several people turned to the street and immediately understood what ”not blind people can find” - dozens of mercenaries and Pirates of different shapes and sizes crowded in a mess. The name ”watu!” was shouted several times in a few minutes.
These rude men were either angry or impatient. A tall lizard man with a rough voice said hoarsely, ”watu, open the door! You have the courage to shut us out, and you have the courage to open the door!”
”That's right!” someone in the crowd echoed: ”watu, you unscrupulous profiteer. You monopolize the master's works at a high price. This must not be the master's intention. Open the door, watu. We have money to buy your things!”
The crowd suddenly boils, shouting voto's name, and even shouting in unison: ”if we don't get the chance to buy master works, we'll smash the door!”
”Smashed the door!” the crowd clamored. They were holding large stones and bricks in their hands and frantically crowded towards a shabby alloy gate. Obi Wan wanted to go up, but qui gon Kim stopped him.
Suddenly, the alloy gate was violently pushed open. A ferocious ox horn man strode out and shouted to the outside crowd, ”what are you doing? What are you mumbling? You're not dying, are you? Watu said, not today. Please be early tomorrow. You pull it down, you!”
A shaky Mocha old man stood in front of him, raised the iron hook of his right hand and ran through the stone at the foot of the ox horn man, ”kamingma! You stupid European guest, get out of the way quickly. We're here to talk to watu! Do you want my sickle?”
The old man waved the steel hook, and the small alloy chain shot out with a high-frequency probe hook. He caught an alloy plate tens of meters away, and a plate the size of a fist was caught.
This kind of power surprised the people on the side. It is worthy of being an old mercenary of Tatooine. Half of his feet are in the coffin and he is still fighting on the battlefield. It is said that the old man can still fight against the enemy and go to the bar to have a younger sister. He is really an old and strong Youzi.
The ox horn man just snorted coldly, the broken horn on his head lit up slightly, and a very fast particle flow blinded everyone's eyes. Looking at the bottomless black hole in front of the old Mocha, the people around him couldn't help but step back together, looking forward to and afraid of the silver metal horn on the man's head.
The ox horn man looked around and seemed to be satisfied with their fear. ”Bastards! Stay honest! You can't afford the master's works, hahaha!” he laughed, touched his silver horn and left proudly.
Obi Wan heard someone whisper, ”what's so great about him? He wasn't a garbage collector before? But luckily, he bought a limited edition accessory, which became rampant.”