Black Iron’s Glory

Chapter 40 Dividends

Now that Mr. Morsan has gone out, Albert has naturally gone out, but Claude feels a little strange. Then Albert seems to have done something wrong, and some are avoiding what he means. What happened to this product? Have you been kicked in the head by a donkey?

Claude doesn't have time for this shit, he's really hungry. When I came back in the morning, I slept on the boat for over two hours and missed lunch. Back in town, sleepyhead possessed, went home and slept through the night, which made me feel hungry.

It wasn't until Claude quickly swept away the rest of the food from the table that Claude felt full. At this time, he remembered that Master Landers' jade box he had brought back in his backpack had not taken a closer look. At heart, it was like being scratched by a cat. He hurried to pack the table, send the tableware to the kitchen and give it to his sister for washing. He touched her head again. Without noticing the expression on her face, he rushed back to his attic.

Pull the backpack out of the bed, untie it, and it smells like a nose.

“Psst, Psst...” Claude pinched his nose and rolled the smudged clothes trousers through the mud as he slaughtered the serpent, pulled them out of the backpack, threw them on the floor, and carefully pulled out the white jade box from the bottom of the backpack.

What surprises Claude is that the surface of this jade box is still glossy and white, so dirty that the trousers are stuffed on top of it without stains on its appearance. But when you think about it, it's magician stuff, and Claude doesn't think so. Perhaps this jade box is also a magic object.

But as a passer, this jade box is really the most like the jade stone he has ever seen, and as a Chinese, he understands the meaning of the word jade. But after traveling to this different world and trying to learn new words, the passers-by were surprised to discover that there was no jade in the Hebrew word. Like the jade stones that are mined in the rocks, there is a special term in this world called stone essence.

In the Farea continent, these stone extracts are called the essence of the earth and are precious magical materials. But since the evil wizards were evicted from the mainland hundreds of years ago, these stone essences have become precious stones, carved into a variety of jewellery and become the favorite of the ladies and gentlemen.

This should be a good white jade of sheep fat... Claude plays with this jade stone, oh it's a stone essence box, under the leadership of the boss in previous life, he also has a certain understanding of these jade stones, because picking chicks also needs to show his talent and insight. Shijing, that's a terrible name. It's not as graceful as a jade...

He threw up the name Stonehenge, and Claude opened the box again.

Two diaries, how many years has this been written? A diary is as thick as a dictionary, and the paper is thin as cicada wings, translucent, and filled with small letters. Fortunately, although it is still in Gukherz, at least the diary is not hidden like that recipe, otherwise Claude is worried that he will run out of spirit and become an idiot due to copying the diary...

There is also said to be a magic notebook, which is what Claude needs most. He hopes to learn the mysteries of magic and even magic on this magic notebook...

This magic notebook is as big as two diaries, but it's not as thick as a diary, it's about 30 or 40 pages of paper, and it's also the kind of thin, thin paper of a diary, translucent, some like a skin film, a little bit of elasticity, and it's not easy to tear down.

All that's left in the box is the brown and yellow deerskin purse with 30 Sullivan coins in it. Claude took a closer look at one piece, unfortunately, he didn't find that kind of dark yellow magic Sullivan gold coin. This original owner, Master Landers, was a little miserable. He didn't even have the magic Sullivan gold coin, it was all this kind of road goods.

Claude was irresponsible, and he forgot that Master Landers was just a four-ring, low-level grammar, and it was very difficult to save the thirty-five Sullivan gold coins. He's not qualified to pick three and pick four.

It's just that these 30 Sullivans are worthless in Claude's hands, because he doesn't have a real way out, so now these 30 gold coins can only be used as a reward in his hands, and they have to be discovered, so he can only keep them for a few more years to see if there's a chance.

The two diaries, which are generally thick in the dictionary, are lazy to translate immediately, even without the need for mental power. People are always like this, they don't get the thought of hanging from the foreintestines, they get the aftermath and they don't find it interesting. Claude is still the same way. After a treasure hunt for life and death, he lost so much curiosity about the two diaries, he wanted to be nothing more than a little bit to document the daily life of the Landers magician. He didn't want to write a biography of the Landers magician, why translate the diary...

After just not wanting to translate the two diaries, Claude suddenly lost interest in the magic note. Turn it over, it's all very simple patterns of some paintings, with large sections of text next to them, and lots of strange symbols that Claude doesn't know. If you look closely at those patterns, you can see what they are or what they are.

Wow, this pattern is too abstract, Claude would have thought it was a cannon if he hadn't just touched a flaming rope gun in two days. What kind of barrel would be as big and small as a cannon? If it weren't for the fire rope hammer, the fire rope clamping handle, the fire rope sleeve, the hammer spring, the medicine box, the tray cover, the bottom door and the trigger and all that stuff, Claude might really have misunderstood that Master Landers was building the cannon...

Associated with the diary hidden in the magic recipe that Master Landers improved the firerope gun, this magic notebook painted something like a cannon is the improvement plan for that firerope gun, after all, the thing that Claude should have seen on the old Gally 3 firerope gun in Verricolo, roughly the same. Five or six hundred years later, this rope gun is still a rope gun, nothing has grown...

Claude just felt like he was upset and suddenly didn't want to go through this magic note. He stood up and circled around the attic, and the pile of old clothes thrown on the floor caught his attention. By the way, I haven't had a good bath to clean my body. But before we go downstairs, we have to hide the jade stone. Oh, no, it's the jade box and the bag of Sullivan gold. As for the two diaries and magic notes on the table, they can be kept generously, and no one at home is interested in Gukherz.

After half a day of thinking about it, Claude decided to hide the gold coins and the stone box in the bottom of the bed. There's really nowhere to put it. It doesn't feel very safe to put it anywhere. That's when Claude realized that living in the attic also had such a flaw that he couldn't even dig the treasure on the ground. Under the wooden floor, it was impossible to dig it up. On the roof, there was nowhere to hide anything, that is, under the bed. However, no one will come up in their attic, even their sister and brother will not come to mess up when they are not here...

I went downstairs, soaked my clothes in a wooden pot, told my mother tomorrow that she would find a laundry lady to wash them for, and that it wouldn't cost much to wash them, two or three sonars would be enough. Then, on the second floor, Albert was unexpectedly found not to be here, and I wondered if he had gone drinking again. Not better, Claude whistled and took a quick bath and went back to the attic.

Claude simply climbed to the roof again, showering in the silver moonlight, feeling a little bored and wondering why. Claude has developed a moonlight habit since he spent some time copying the diary in that recipe. Only in the moonlight will he feel peace and tranquility...

Not knowing how long he had been on the roof, Claude finally fell asleep in bed after climbing back into the attic, packing up the table.

In the morning, the bells of the Temple of War rang again to get Claude out of his sleep. Wash as usual Downstairs for breakfast, this Albert is already in the restaurant, but he eats very quickly and walks in a hurry. Father said Sir Fox had returned from County City, so his personal secretary had to arrive at Sir Fox early to obey orders.

As usual today, I have to go to school with my bag. Out of the house, three partners were seen waiting in a fruit shop across the street, and one person took a boiled apple and ate it.

“Another boiled apple.” Bok Al said to Claude, "Yours. ”

Claude took the apple and watched Boc Al pay three finnies, and the four of them chewed the apple and walked to school.

“Heard you guys were out at the docks yesterday afternoon?” Claude said.

“How do you know that?” asked Bok Al.

“My father told me last night.” Claude replied.

“Do you know how many people watched yesterday afternoon? Almost the whole town is here...” Ericsson mentioned yesterday afternoon's frowning dance, obviously he enjoyed the spectacular glory: “We put the skin of the python you killed on the pier, the people who saw it woke up, and several other children were scared to cry...”

“Rest assured, Claude, we told those people, as you said, that we found this python when we were hunting the antelope, that the belly was so full that it couldn't move that we shot it in the head, and that the hole in the head of the snake had proved what we were saying. Nobody knows you killed this python in the basement of the site.” Villicro whispered alongside.

“Well, thanks, better not let anyone know we went to the ruins.” Claudette was relieved, he didn't want to have another wave at home, and Mr. Morsan would certainly have scolded him if he knew that he and his partners were going to the ruins of the magic tower in Bailuan, and would have even punished him for not going out with his partners again, instead of letting him go as lightly as he did last night.

“No, I told those people that it was just right at the foot of the mountain on the other side of the lake and in the muddy swamp on the shore of the lake, and it was normal for there to be a python in the mud swamp, but it was just too big for us.” Villicro said.

“Did you sell everything?” Claude looked at Bok Al.

“All sold, a total of seventeen silver tall eight riazos. ”

“How can you sell so much?” Claude was shocked.

“Oh, I'm a live auction, and those people raise prices, so they sell a good price.” Bok Al was very proud that if he hadn't met the shopkeepers asking about the price, which would have been a smart move to decide on the auction, he would have been overpriced by the shopkeepers after two days of bringing the python and deer skins to the store for sale.

“Python skin sold Six Silver Tall Triasso, bought by Big Hans, the owner of the arms store...”

“I'll go. Why would Big Hans buy a python skin? What's he up to?” Claude was stunned.

“You don't know, Big Hans says this python skin is the best choice for a sword sheath, and he's preparing to make a bunch of premium swords, which is why the price is so high, it's a silver taller than Gilp's.” Erickson said.

“Python was taken down by Vakuri, who offered three silver tares and four riazos, and two antelope skins were also packaged for six riazos, for which he paid a total of four. Mountain deerskin was bought for two silver tall seven riazos by the tailor's sister Mira, and the Gilp Pi store didn't catch anything and was humiliated. ”

That's true, as the biggest fur buyer in town, I didn't get a python skin and a mountain deer skin, I didn't even get a broken antelope leather, so many people were watching. Once the news got out, the Gilp Pi store really didn't qualify as the first leather buyer in White Deer Town.

“And that black tiger fish was bought by Pied, the bistro chef, who bought two silver tallers. Python's eyes and snake gallbladder were also taken away by the pharmacy at the price of two silver tall octavians, and I put them on a bottle of antidote to make up for the bottle you drank. ”

Bok Al handles the finances in a very organized way: “I calculated that each of us can divide into four silver tall four riasos plus five sunars...”

“Let's do this. Deduct the three riazos I owe a silver tare, and give me the rest.” Claude thought about it and said, "Let's not eat at school at noon, we'll eat in town, I'll treat you. I'll buy a few books at the bookstore after I finish eating. ”