Master Thorin was really shocked by Abel's generosity. He crouched down and observed the magic iron pieces in the cabinets on both sides. After a long time, he stood up, shook his head and kept sighing: "Master Abel, are you right? The care of my adoptive father is beyond my imagination. The quality of the twenty magic iron pieces here is that any piece taken off can be used directly as a magic weapon, and the quality is the same as the two magic weapons sold today. "
Hearing Master Thorin's professional comments, Lord Marshall couldn't help grinning anymore, and asked with a smile: "According to your opinion, Master Thorin, the ox cart that Abel gave me is worth at least 1 million gold coins. ?”
Master Bentham reached out and patted Lord Marshall on the shoulder, and said in a teasing tone: "Then you have to be careful. Don't let others snatch such a huge wealth."
Lord Marshall raised his head proudly and laughed loudly: "If you knew the weapons I am equipped with, you would not say this. As long as you are not a knight of the level of knight captain, it is not easy to keep me."
Abel couldn't help but shook his head. His Uncle Marshall turned on the show-off mode again. You must know that even if he attended the dinner, the two swords he carried with him were not left. According to Lord Marshall, if the knight's weapon leaves the body, it means death. .
Master Bentham and Master Thorin's eyes lit up, and they couldn't help but look at the two big swords carried by Lord Marshall. These two big swords were so conspicuous that everyone at the banquet did not ask about them out of politeness, but at this time Lord Marshall When he took the initiative to bring it up, the two masters immediately became interested.
Both masters knew that Abel would definitely use the best weapons for himself or leave them to his family, and the two weapons that Lord Marshall never left his side should be fine products forged by Abel.
"Let's take a look. What kind of weapon makes you so arrogant?" Master Bentham and Lord Marshall have been friends for many years. There is no need to be polite and he directly stretched out his hand and said.
Seeing the two masters being so interested in their weapons, Lord Marshall felt extremely proud. Although Master Bentham was not a real master, he was still one of the top forging masters in Harvest City, not to mention a real master from the Blacksmiths Guild. The blacksmith master Thorin is a master from the dwarves recognized throughout the continent.
He untied the two big swords from behind and put one of them on the table of the carriage, but he held the other in his hand and refused to put it down. He turned to Abel and said dissatisfiedly: "I have this big sword of ice magic." The sword is not as good as the iron bars used in the car, how dare you hold it out!"
Master Bentham and Master Thorin looked at each other and smiled, and Abel said helplessly: "I will make another one for you in the next few days. You can just use this sword for now."
The two masters looked at the magic sword on the table and gave in to each other. Master Thorin pulled the sword out of the scabbard.
The great sword was drawn out, and Master Thorin flicked his finger on the magic great sword. The strange thing was that the magic great sword was no different from the ordinary great sword, and there was no reaction at all. In addition, Abel used decorations to decorate the sword. The inlaid hole on the handle was blocked. After Master Bentham saw the big sword on the side, he turned to look at Abel strangely and asked: "Is this a magic big sword?"
"Of course, this magic sword only reacts to attacks. Master Thorin's bounce is not a real attack." Abel explained.
"What magical properties does this great sword have?" Master Thorin asked with concern.
"It has no magical properties, it only has the function of repelling enemies!" Abel explained again.
"Impossible, this is impossible!" Master Thorin murmured a little lost his temper, then picked up the magic sword and said to Lord Marshall: "Lord Marshall, please get out of the car with me and try this magic sword. Effect."
"Master Thorin, no problem." Lord Marshall said, opening the door and jumping out of the carriage.
When everyone got off the carriage, Master Thorin slashed the magic sword at Lord Marshall, who had already made a defensive posture. Even though he was already prepared, when Lord Marshall's two swords intersected, the sword in Master Thorin's hand flashed with white light. However, Lord Marshall still involuntarily took ten steps back before stopping.
As if he was still uneasy, Master Thorin exchanged swords with Lord Marshall and tried again. This time Master Thorin was knocked back ten steps just like Lord Marshall.
"This is a golden weapon. My God, Master Abel, you have created a golden weapon. Do you know what this means? There are only two top blacksmiths and quasi-grandmasters in our dwarves who can create weapons of this level." Thorin The master continued excitedly: "You have become the top forging master on the continent, or a quasi-grandmaster."
Abel was not too excited about Master Thorin's words, because his goal was no longer to improve the blacksmith level. Wizards had become his primary goal, and everything else no longer seemed too important.
Master Bentham looked at Abel. From a complete novice to a master, everything was achieved step by step in front of his eyes. Now that Abel's level has improved again, he couldn't help but sigh: "Abel, you are growing too fast. , I can only watch you from a distance, hoping that you will not let down your forging talent."
"How many gold coins is this magic weapon worth?" A voice interrupted the words of the two masters, and Lord Marshall asked curiously.
When Master Thorin heard that Lord Marshall used gold coins to measure golden weapons, he couldn't help but glared. However, when he thought that this was Abel's adoptive father and the owner of this golden weapon, he shook his head helplessly and said: "The golden weapon's It's hard to say the value. There are very few auction records in history, and most of them are private transactions. If you really want to give a price, the minimum price is more than 200,000 gold coins. "
Lord Marshall shook his body dizzily. This price shocked his soul again. When did the value behind the gold coin already count in the tens of thousands? Think about the income of the castle and his savings over the decades. Even a fraction of this magic sword is far inferior.
However, Lord Marshall thought that this magic weapon was his own, and that Abel was his heir. His mood immediately improved, his body stood up straight, and he became more confident.
It turned out that Abel wanted to hand over his newly made shield to Master Thorin for judgment. Now it was just a magic sword without attributes that he had made before, which surprised Master Thorin. If he took out more magic weapons , it seemed a bit too showy, and Abel also found that he had underestimated the value of these weapons, so he decided not to show other magic equipment to Master Thorin.
After returning to the castle, Abel remembered Prince Wyatt's malicious intent, and worriedly called Lord Marshall, and together they came to Abel's dedicated operating room in the castle.
"Abel, what's the matter?" Lord Marshall asked strangely.
"Uncle Marshall, I feel that Prince Wyatt's matter will not settle down like this. You must be careful when traveling during this period." Abel whispered his worries.
"Don't worry, the sword in my hand is not afraid of him." Lord Marshall said nonchalantly. He was no ordinary knight who could come back alive from the orc battlefield. His glory was obtained through the corpse of the orc.
Seeing Lord Marshall's appearance, Abel became even more worried. He picked up the crafted magic shield from the console and handed it to Lord Marshall, saying, "This shield is for you. You can carry it with you these days."
After taking the shield, Lord Marshall looked happy. The weapons made by his adopted son were all treasures. Anyway, these things would all belong to Abel in the future. With this mentality, he never refused anything Abel gave him.
"What level of shield is this?" Lord Marshall asked.
"According to Master Thorin, this is a gold-level shield." Abel thought for a while and expressed his opinion.
"How is the effect?" Lord Marshall asked with concern.
"It allows you to counteract the grudge attacks of at least high-level knights." Abel explained.
"Then what am I afraid of? Let Prince Wyatt do it. I have two pieces of equipment worth 200,000 gold coins, plus a carriage worth 1 million gold coins. That prince can compare with me and even buy a magic spell worth 50,000 gold coins. How can a guy who doesn’t even have gold coins to pay for his weapons compare with me?”
At this moment, Lord Marshall did not think about how many gold coins he had in his wallet. The top-notch equipment on his body already made his vision higher than Budapest Mountain.