Abe the Wizard

“Did you know the auction price for the Walking Magic Weapon in Edmund?” Abel looked silently at the self-righteous prince and asked.

“Can't it be more than 10,000 gold coins?” Prince Wyatt obviously did not know the auction price and found that he seemed to have made a low bid. He said with a strong tone: “The auction price is a vain price. I bought it from you as Prince of the Prince of the Prince, and 10,000 gold coins are already missing. ”

Prince Wyatt thought that although Abel was a master blacksmith, he was too young to be so frightened that he might accept the price.

Dwarf Master Thorin couldn't stand it any longer, his low voice coming from his beard: “Are you threatening a master of the Blacksmith's Guild? Or does the Duchy of Carmichael think that the master of the Blacksmith's Guild is not enough to be respected? ”

Prince Wyatt discovered that the dwarf master Thorin on the side was too short to be noticed in the first place.

“No, no, Master Thorin, that's not what I meant.” Prince Wyatt hastily explained.

Prince Wyatt doesn't have a lot of money in his hands, plus King Spender's poor health, and Prince Wyatt doesn't have much time to have power, so he's been madly earning gold coins around the Duke of Kamak lately, just to make a better life for the future.

In order to protect his property, it is necessary to recruit a master, and Abel's magic weapon is the dream equipment of all knights, and a magic weapon can be used to recruit sufficiently advanced knights to serve him.

These reasons led Prince Wyatt to make a crazy move threatening Abel, as if it were a dying struggle before he lost his power, some of which had made him lose his mind.

“Master Abel's work is worth 20,000 gold coins, and you want to use 10,000 gold coins to forcibly buy it, to deceive Abel Young to threaten him as Prince of the Prince. Do you want to feel the wrath of the Blacksmith's Guild?” Dwarf Master Thorin's voice grew higher and higher, ending with a roaring voice.

This is no longer the business of Abel alone, threatening the master blacksmith in front of the representatives of the blacksmith's union, which is already a contempt for the entire blacksmith's union, which will not tolerate such acts.

The roar of the dwarf master Thorin struck all the nobles attending the buffet dinner, and when they heard Prince Wyatt's behavior, all of them had an angry look on their faces, who was Abel, the pride of Toyota City, the youngest master blacksmith on the continent and a venerable Lord of War.

Viscount Dickens was also very angry at this time and he brought Prince Wyatt to the dinner. This behavior of the Prince also humiliated him greatly, and the most important thing for the nobility was dignity.

“Master Thorin, I just don't know the real price of a magic weapon, I'm just questioning the price, and I don't mean to offend Master Abel.” Seeing things get a little out of order, Prince Wyatt's face says a little pale.

If King Spender knew that Prince Wyatt had offended the Blacksmith's Guild, he would surely have expelled this son from the palace at the first time, even the title might not have been granted, then Prince Wyatt would have gone from being a prince to an ordinary citizen at once, which he could not bear in any case. Instead, the attitude of the Harvest City nobility towards him would be irrelevant, and the nobility would have been incompatible with the royal family.

“Master Abel, what do we do with this?” Thorin, the Dwarf Master, represents the Blacksmith's Guild, but this is Castle Harry, and he still wants to ask about Abel's attitude.

“Master Thorin, it's Uncle Marshall's birthday, and since His Royal Highness wants to buy it without knowing its value, I will give you a new forged magic weapon to set the price and ask His Royal Highness to buy it at the price.” Abel recently forged two magic swords based on 120 practice swords and made with intermediate ink. The output of magic effects is more stable and the service life is longer. Thorin, the dwarf master, will surely know the value of these two magic swords. Abel doesn't want to create a gap with the royal family on the occasion of the award, so he sells a magic sword at the normal price to break things off.

“Master Abel, as you wish.” Dwarf Master Thorin thought that Abel didn't want to add trouble to the Blacksmith Guild, so he wanted to resolve this contradiction, and some admired the young Blacksmith Master.

Abel waved to Lindsay, the housekeeper, and came to his operation room with a magic sword. For a while, Lindsay walked in with a knight's sword.

“Master Thorin, this is my most recent work, please point it out.” Abel suggests that Lindsay hand over the Magic Sword to Dwarf Master Thorin.

The nobility next door looked at the magic sword, the 20,000 gold coin magic sword, more valuable than a castle, which excited the nobility who watched the whole thing.

Dwarf Master Thorin took over the Great Sword of Magic, first close to the Great Sword to carefully observe the sword's body, and then lightly bounced his fingers on the Great Sword. As Dwarf Master Thorin's fingers lightly bounced, a flash of blue light flashed, his fingers tied a layer of ice cream.

Playing his finger, Dwarf Master Thorin bounced the frost off his finger and turned around to look at Abel curiously and say: "Your accomplishment is more surprising than your age. This ice magic sword is a lot taller than the work of our Master of Magic Weapon Forging, and although it is made of ordinary iron ore, it is more textural than a hundred exercises. ”

The aristocrats around them listened quietly to the introduction of Dwarf Master Thorin, which was a very rare opportunity to hear a Dwarf Master himself evaluate a weapon.

Dwarf Master Thorin bowed to Abbott slightly: "I am glad that you, Master Abbott, have found a way to forge stronger steel, and I will propose to the Blacksmith Guild that this achievement be recorded in the Hall of Honor of the Blacksmith Guild. ”

The Hall of Honor of the Blacksmiths' Guild is the temple of all blacksmiths on the mainland, where the achievements of all blacksmiths to improve forging techniques are documented, and where records are circulated by countless people and recited by bards on the mainland.

“I was about to discuss this technology with you after dinner.” Abel replied with a smile.

“It is an honor to discuss this with you," said Dwarf Master Thorin. ”

Picking up the Magic Sword again, he said to housekeeper Lindsay: "Please bring me a piece of wood. ”

Soon after, Lindsay asked the servant to deliver a wooden stake a meter long and put it in front of Dwarf Master Thorin.

Dwarf Master Thorin picked up the magic sword, chopped a sword on the wood pile, the power was not great, the sword just did not enter a centimetre deep of the wood pile, the ice cream surrounded the wood pile.

“You are using a special formula that is much more effective than regular formula. I have seen the magic sword you have made before, and I have tested the magic sword made by our master. This magic sword you have forged now is much stronger and more powerful than those magic swords. Do you know the formula for formula? ”

“This…” Abel had some difficulty answering this question, and the intermediate character Murray was synthesized with Heradic squares, so there was no recipe.

“I'm sorry to embarrass Master Abel, but it's my fault.” Thorin, the dwarf master, was somewhat embarrassed to touch his mustache, and the request to inquire about someone else's formula was indeed unreasonable, except that he saw the effect of the Magic Sword and couldn't help but speak out for a moment, and after questioning him, he regretted it.

Prince Wyatt's face was a little gloomy, and the words of Dwarf Master Thorin made him feel that the Master was clearly targeting him, exaggerating this magic weapon, thus increasing its value and making him spend more gold coins.

Viscount Dickens, the owner of the city, smiled and asked, “Master Thorin, how much is this magic sword worth? ”

Dwarf Master Thorin remembered then to assess the value of this magic weapon, and he made an estimation in his heart, and said: "This great sword of ice magic, I, Thorin Oak Shield, gave it an estimate of 50,000 gold coins. ”

As the valuation of the dwarf master Thorin came to an end, the noblemen looked at the Magic Sword with amazement, envy, greed, desire and so on in their eyes.

And Viscount Dickens, curious enough to pick up the great sword of magic and wave it in his hand a few times, turned around and asked Abel, "Master Abel, how many have you built this time? Can I have one of those? ”