"Do you know the auction price of my magic weapons at Edmund Auction House?" Abel asked, looking at the self-righteous prince speechlessly.
"It won't be more than 10,000 gold coins, right?" Prince Wyatt obviously didn't know the auction price. He found that he seemed to have bid low, and said in a strong tone: "The auction price is an inflated price. Ten thousand gold coins is a lot to buy from you as a duke and prince."
Prince Wyatt thought that although Abel was a master blacksmith, he was too young and might accept the price if he was so frightened by him.
The dwarf master Thorin could no longer bear it anymore. His deep voice came from the big beard on his face: "Are you threatening a master of the blacksmith guild? Or does the Principality of Kamai think that the master of the blacksmith guild is not enough?" To gain respect?"
Only then did Prince Wyatt notice the dwarf master Thorin beside him. The dwarf master was too short and was blocked by Abel's figure, so people could not notice him immediately.
"No, no, Master Thorin, that's not what I meant." Prince Wyatt explained quickly.
Prince Wyatt doesn't have much money in his hands, and King Spender's health is not good. Prince Wyatt doesn't have much time to hold power, so he has been going around the Kamai Principality to earn gold coins recently. , just to make life easier in the future.
In order to protect his property, he must recruit experts, and Abel's magic weapons are the dream equipment of all knights. Using magic weapons, he can recruit knights of high enough levels to serve him.
These reasons made Prince Wyatt take the crazy action of threatening Abel, as if it was a dying struggle before losing power, which had already made him lose his mind.
"Master Abel's work is worth 20,000 gold coins, but you want to forcefully buy it for 10,000 gold coins. You want to bully young Abel and threaten him as a duchy and prince. Do you want to feel the anger of the Blacksmith Guild?" Dwarf Master Thorin The voice got louder and louder, finally roaring in a roaring voice.
This is no longer a matter for Abel alone. Threatening the master blacksmith in front of the representatives of the blacksmith guild is already a contempt for the entire blacksmith guild. The blacksmith guild will not tolerate this kind of behavior.
The roar of the dwarf master Thorin alarmed all the nobles attending the buffet dinner. When they heard Prince Wyatt's behavior, everyone's faces showed an angry look. Who is Abel? He is the pride of Harvest City. , is the youngest master blacksmith in the continent and a respected lord of war merit.
Viscount Dickens was also very angry at this time. He was the one who brought Prince Wyatt to the dinner. The prince's behavior made him lose face. The most important thing for a noble is dignity.
"Master Thorin, I just don't know the true price of magic weapons. I just have questions about the price. I don't mean to offend Master Abel." Seeing that things were getting out of hand, Prince Wyatt said with a pale face. .
If King Spender knew that Prince Wyatt had offended the Blacksmiths Guild, he would definitely expel his son from the palace as soon as possible, and might not even grant him a title. Then Prince Wyatt would suddenly transform from a prince to an ordinary person. As a commoner, this was a result he could not bear no matter what. On the contrary, the attitude of the Harvest City nobles towards him was indifferent. The nobles were at odds with the royal family.
"Master Abel, how should we deal with this matter?" Although the dwarf master Thorin represents the Blacksmith Guild, this is Harry Castle, and he still wants to ask Abel about his attitude.
"Master Thorin, today is Uncle Marshall's birthday. Since His Highness the Prince wants to buy it but doesn't know the value, I will take out a newly forged magic weapon and give it to you to price it. Please buy it according to the price." Abel recently The two magic swords forged are based on the 120-level sword and are made of intermediate runes. The output of the magic effect is more stable and the service life is longer. As a dwarf master, Thorin will definitely know how to use it. Knowing the value of these two magic swords, Abel did not want to create a rift with the royal family during the ceremony, so he sold a magic sword at a normal price to settle the matter.
"Master Abel, it's as you wish." The dwarf master Thorin thought that Abel didn't want to cause trouble to the blacksmith guild, so he wanted to resolve this conflict. He couldn't help but admire this young master blacksmith.
Abel waved his hand to the butler Lindsay and brought him a magic sword from his operating room. After a while, Lindsay walked in holding a knight's sword.
"Master Thorin, this is my latest work, please correct me." Abel motioned to Lindsay to hand over the magic sword to the dwarf master Thorin.
The nobles on the side looked at this magic sword with great curiosity. The magic sword cost 20,000 gold coins, which was more valuable than a castle. This made the nobles watching the whole thing extremely excited.
The dwarf master Thorin took the magic sword. He first approached the sword and carefully observed the blade of the sword, and then flicked his fingers on the sword. As the dwarf master Thorin flicked his fingers, a burst of blue light flashed. There was a layer of frost on his fingers.
Flicking his fingers, the dwarf master Thorin flicked the frost off his fingers. He turned to look at Abel curiously and said, "Your achievements are more surprising than your age. This ice magic sword is better than ours." The work of the master of magic weapon forging is much higher. Although the material is forged from ordinary iron ore, the texture is beyond that of a hundred times."
The nobles around were listening quietly to the introduction of the dwarf master Thorin. This was a very rare opportunity to hear a dwarf master evaluate a weapon with his own ears.
Dwarf Master Thorin bowed slightly to Abel and said: "Thank you, Master Abel, for finding a way to forge stronger steel. I will propose to the Blacksmith Guild to record this achievement in the Hall of Honor of the Blacksmith Guild. Inside."
The Hall of Honor of the Blacksmith Guild is the temple of all blacksmiths in the continent. It records the achievements of all blacksmiths in improving forging technology. The records there are circulated by countless people and recited by bards on the continent.
"I was just thinking about discussing this technology with you after the dinner." Abel replied with a smile.
The dwarf master Thorin saluted with joy on his face: "It is my honor to discuss with you!"
He picked up the magic sword again and said to the housekeeper Lindsay: "Please bring me a piece of wood."
After a while, Lin Sai asked his servant to bring a one-meter-long wooden stake and placed it in front of the dwarf master Thorin.
The dwarf master Thorin picked up the magic sword and struck the wooden pile with a sword. The sword was not very powerful. The sword only penetrated a depth of one centimeter into the wooden pile. Frost surrounded the wooden pile.
"The formula of the rune ink you use is quite special, and the effect is much higher than that of ordinary rune ink. I have seen the magic sword you made before, and I have also tested the magic sword made by our master. The magic sword you are forging now The sword magic channel is much stronger and more powerful than those magic swords. Can you know the formula of the talisman?"
"This..." Abel found it difficult to answer this question. The intermediate rune was synthesized by him using Horadric cubes. There is no formula.
"I'm sorry for embarrassing Master Abel. It was my presumption." The dwarf master Thorin touched his beard with some embarrassment. It was indeed unreasonable to ask for other people's formulas, but he saw the magic sword He couldn't help but blurt out the effect, and he regretted it after asking.
Prince Wyatt's face was a little gloomy. The words of the dwarf master Thorin made him feel that the master was clearly targeting him, boasting about this magic weapon to increase the value of the weapon and make him spend more gold coins.
The city lord, Viscount Dickens, smiled and interjected and asked: "Master Thorin, how much is this magic sword worth?"
Only then did the dwarf master Thorin remember to evaluate the value of this magic weapon. He made an estimate in his mind, and then said: "This ice magic sword, I, Thorin Oakenshield, valued it at 50,000 gold coins.”
As the appraisal by the dwarf master Thorin came to an end, the nobles looked at the magic sword in surprise, with various expressions of envy, greed, and desire in their eyes.
Viscount Dickens stepped forward curiously and picked up the magic sword, waved it a few times in his hand, turned to Abel and asked: "Master Abel, how many have you made this time? Can you give one to me?" "