Teeka lowered his head, glanced at Amir, and muttered, "Looks like two kids, but they're not easy to fool."
He said it as if he was muttering, but he made no effort to hide it. Without looking back, Teeka continued walking inside.
Amir felt it was both infuriating and laughable, so he ignored him. Jawas had a long tradition of swindling ignorant consumers. But if you were careful, they weren't as cunning as you'd think. If you got scammed, you only had yourself to blame.
Amir, naturally, wouldn't be fooled by such tricks. Not to mention, he had run with Sien for so many years; he knew his way around.
"Got nothing! But come back tonight. I can get you one. Guaranteed to satisfy!" Teeka threw the junk in his hands aside and said to Amir.
"Alright." Amir gathered the usable parts he had found and told Teeka to hold them. He'd pick them up when he returned.
"Let's go, let's go!" Milisen urged. The environment here was too awful; she couldn't stand it.
After leaving, Amir didn't pin all his hopes on the Jawa. He took Milisen and continued to wander Mos Eisley.
He asked around, but Amir couldn't find the blacksmith shop he was looking for. He did, however, find an iron smeltery.
As he approached, he saw a cart of scrap metal being hauled into the yard.
In a corner of the yard was a huge pool. Below it, a large heating platform blasted high-temperature flames. Red molten iron bubbled inside. It was melted, separated, and then flowed along a channel into molds to become ingots.
Amir's eyes lit up. The temperature here should be sufficient, but this thing was huge. His ship definitely couldn't fit it.
Not giving up, Amir went up and asked, "Do you have any smaller furnaces? I'd like to buy one."
"Yes!" A Klatuuian, who was working, roared. He then pointed to the furnace. "This big furnace is just a bunch of small ones put together!"
He glared at Amir with his small, yellow eyes. "This is my livelihood! How much can you pay?"
Amir looked at it, thought, and said, "2,000 credits?"
"Hehe! Impossible! At least 5,000, or no sale!"
"This is a used, second-hand item. I don't even know if it's about to break. And even if it were new, you wouldn't dare sell it for this much," Amir was stunned. Is everyone here such a good businessman?
"That's the price. Take it or leave it!" The owner, who looked like a canine but had the heart of a chicken, said arrogantly.
Amir gave the furnace one last look. A single unit probably wouldn't meet his needs, and it was expensive. Although he could afford it, he couldn't enable these greedy vendors.
He checked several other places. The afternoon passed. Amir and Milisen were on the roadside, drinking juice and cooling off. The sky was getting dark.
"Let's check Teeka's place one last time. If not, I'll have to go back to that swindler at the smeltery. If that fails, I'll ask Kahalman. He's made so many prosthetics; he must have a casting device," Amir thought, standing up.
They arrived at the familiar house. Teeka was already waiting.
Amir saw him and felt a spark of hope. Did the little guy actually get something?
"Teeka! Got the goods?" Amir asked.
"Got 'em, got 'em! Quick, inside!" Teeka gestitalicred at Amir secretively, like a thief.
What's so mysterious? Amir followed him into the room.
"Look at this!" Teeka pointed excitedly at a cylindrical device. "The most practical forge! It can reach the melting point of almost any alloy. Before I got my hands on it, it was working at the smeltery!"
Amir went up and touched it. Good grief, it's still warm.
"The owner of that smeltery you mentioned... is he a Klatuuian...?"
"How did you know..." Teeka said instinctively. He then shivered, looking at Amir warily. "I didn't! It wasn't me! Don't talk nonsense!"
"Hehe, I know the owner of that factory. Tell me, what will it take for me to not tell him what you did?" Amir was delighted. So, it takes a villain to deal with a villain. He had just been ripped off by the smeltery, and that night, they got robbed by the Jawas.
Milisen, at his side, also caught on. "Is this... did you... Hahahahaha-ack! Cough... That's hilarious!"
"This... this... Just name your price," Teeka was panicking. He still had to do business here. If he was caught, it would be big trouble.
Amir did the math and said, "Seeing as you worked so hard... how about 500 credits."
Amir had originally planned to give two or three hundred, but this whole operation had put him in a good mood, so he gave him a bit more.
"Deal, deal!" Teeka was also very happy. He had stolen it, so any money was good. This was a big profit.
The pile of parts Amir had found earlier was thrown in as a freebie. He also took an anti-gravity plate.
Amir moved everything onto the Traveler and headed back.
Night had just fallen. Amir was still in a productive mood. He began to assemble the forge. Milisen and 32 ran over to watch.
Although it was just a part of the large furnace, it was still ridiculously big. Amir's old workshop couldn't fit it. He moved it to an empty cargo hold, modified the floor, and installed it. To maintain high temperatures, the furnace had many complex support components. What Amir needed was the thermal energy conversion system, which could convert various forms of energy into heat.
After checking that the system was fine, Amir began a major overhaul. He added an energy focuser to confine the heat to a specific area, increasing efficiency and preventing his ship from turning into a sauna. He replaced the old wiring, added a few small power boosters, and reassembled it. Finally, he sprayed a layer of silver-white paint to cover the rust.
By the time he finished, it was late. He connected it to the Traveler's main power grid and confidently hit the start button.
It didn't disappoint. A thin layer of flame appeared, a beautiful golden yellow. It looked small, but the distorted air above it showed its intense temperature.
In a short time, the edges of the forge turned red. Amir, standing far from the focuser's range, could feel the heat.
Seeing the temperature was about right, Amir placed a piece of Beskar on the forge's heat-resistant surface. Before long, the silver-white metal gradually turned red, then melted.
Seeing this, Amir smiled, satisfied. He cut the power.
Once I make the molds, I can start making some interesting things.
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