Chapter 312

Looking at his highness Brandon de sallion, who was thin, without authority and image, the Dean felt a cold touch and was climbing up along his back.

"No, don't believe me?" his voice was trembling, as if he heard something frightening: "Your Highness! I am a native saxophone. I have been under the king of saxophone all my life. Like all Saxophone people, I am loyal to the de saleon family..."

"Yes, you are as honest and down-to-earth as every my dear fellow saxorians. This is the most perfect advantage of saxorians."

His royal highness snorted coldly, with some sarcastic meaning in his eyes: "please tell me, your excellency, have you learned arithmetic?"

"I dare not call it mastery!"

"Yes, the saxorians don't count very well. They don't play smart brains." Brandon shrugged. "But as the dean of the furnace college, you should be an excellent alchemist?"

"I, I am just the loyal minister of the Empire, the loyal minister of your family!" the Dean wiped the sweat on his forehead desperately.

"Then answer my question, how many pounds of raw ore does it take to forge a Mithril alloy sword?" the prince asked coldly, "you must know such precious and important materials very well?"

"I..."

"Let me tell you, what you wrote in the file is 50 pounds, and a piece of armor inlaid with secret silver armor is 60 pounds, 60 pounds!" the red pupil suddenly opened:

"Sixty pounds of Mithril, raw ore! This is close to a thousand pounds of gold, and the market price can be tripled again! Your Excellency, President of furnace college, do you really know that this rare mineral does not exist in Saxony at all, and all of it was purchased at a high price from the dwarves by the empire with the help of the agreement?!"

"Please forgive me, but the extraction of this mineral deposit is really very difficult. We don't have the excellent extraction technology of dwarves!" the Dean can only reply hard: "we have saved as much as possible, but it requires a lot of experiments and data, and smelting again and again to improve the use efficiency!"

"Well... So these are all necessary expenses? Are they the sacrifices we have to make to enable the Empire to master an important technology?"

"That's right, your highness Brandon!" the Dean quickly said: "we know very well that such a large number of experiments cannot be approved by the Empire, so we can only flatten the cost to the material orders of the Legion and the orders of the imperial nobles. There is no way!"

"There's no way..." he sighed gently. Brandon approached the Dean, raised the index finger of his right hand and looked at him meaningfully:

"Seeing that you have worked hard for the sakran empire for so many years, without credit or hard work, I give you the last chance to repent in front of me at the Holy Cross and confess completely; I promise I can give you a not too bad ending and an opportunity to enjoy your old age."

"Enjoy... Old age?" the Dean was shocked: "Your Highness, i... I'm not even 50 this year!"

"If you refuse, and wait until my wizard consultant finds those 'secret silver that shouldn't exist..." Brandon stared at him and shook his right hand: "see my finger?"

"I'll just use this index finger to dig out your eyes... Or pick them out? I don't know the wording, but I think you should understand what I mean."

"You know what I mean?

Dean... Your Excellency? "

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"Dang --!"

When the white light of the firefly curse lit up the whole warehouse, Loren suddenly turned and pulled out his sword, and the deadly sword ran into his sword ridge!

In the face of this intuitive enemy, dodging within three steps is of little use except to send yourself to his blade and wait for death, especially when the other party has been on guard against himself for a long time.

The strong light dissipated and the warehouse returned to darkness.

The sword edge that can stand is only a millimetre away from his cheek. If he slows down, the whole head will be cut off. There is no fear on the black haired wizard's face, and the corners of his mouth slightly arouse a smile.

I finally see your face, your Excellency the guard Knight

The guard knight in front of him was still as cold as a sculpture, but compared with him once, he was a lot depressed - his armor disappeared, leaving only an ordinary wandering Knight dress, some yellowish complexion and messy hair, which also showed that the other party didn't have a good time.

The only thing that hasn't changed may be this knight's long sword full of broken mouths.

I see... I gave up my heavy armor for flexibility. Coupled with my carelessness, I didn't find each other's existence. My luck is really terrible.

But on the contrary, the other party didn't know his existence early, and I'm afraid his current state is much worse than before, otherwise... The black haired wizard glanced at the sword edge on the right side of his cheek with his remaining light.

Did you die with that sword?

"You haven't answered my question yet, sir guard knight." when he could resist the other party's attack, Loren smiled and asked:

"Is the adult who came with you in this warehouse?"

The guard Knight looked cold and answered him with a fierce sword!

Swing open Loren's block, and a silver track of the sword edge in the air strikes from under the right rib. The narrow space between the shelves does not allow him to slide and dodge, so he can only raise his sword to parry.

"Dang --!"

In the midst of the fire, Loren clearly heard the wailing and cracking sound from the ridge of the sword, and felt a tremor of pain in his knuckles and tiger's mouth - this is a long fine steel sword just forged in eboden, which he hasn't used once since he left.

How outrageous is the strength of the other party?!

With the strength of the sword, the guard Knight swept up directly; The Parry's long sword breaks directly in response to the sound. It's a move to chop the black haired wizard alive!

Even between the narrow shelves of the terrain, Loren still caught the space to dodge, and then threw the broken sword back to the front door of the guard knight.

Not surprisingly, the guard knight with both hands holding the sword immediately changed the track of the blade and flew the broken sword aside. But Loren also extended the distance between the two to three steps.

"The situation is reversed..." Lauren adjusted to get back to his state, and pressed the bright silver around his waist with his right hand: "I'm afraid this is not the result you want, right?"

He could feel the strong killing intention of the guard knight in front of him.

This is just right. If you kill the guard Knight here, some "adult" hiding in the dark will also show up, right?

Then kill him here!

The guard Knight waved his sword again to force back the black haired wizard. It was clear that the long sword was full of broken mouth, but it was sharp. It was cold enough to hear the shrill roar of the air tearing three steps away.

Squatting down to dodge, the fierce sword blade passed through the air less than two centimeters from the tip of the black haired wizard's nose. Without looking at it, Loren held the bright silver in his left hand and used his right arm as support, and kicked the wooden box on the shelf to the guard knight.

"Boom!"

The next second, the wooden box broke, together with sawdust and several iron swords in the box. The expressionless guard Knight ignored the iron sword that had not fallen in the air and suddenly looked up!

The dark haired wizard looked calm, retreated and looked for obstacles. The wooden box filled with shields and iron swords was constantly thrown at the guard knight.

One by one, the wooden boxes were broken, and the debris of short swords and shields danced in the air. The sound of steel sword splitting was like the roar of a fierce beast, with an unstoppable momentum towards Loren who was still retreating!

Three steps, two steps, one step... Cut by an iron sword and scratched by sawdust, the rampant guard knight has come to the front, and the long sword is held high.

Right now!

The pupil suddenly shrinks, suddenly turns around and holds the bright silver sword handle with both hands. The gray blue sword is like a giant dragon spitting out flame, leaving no room for horizontal splitting to the guard knight who has stepped within three steps!

The fire burst!

The knight's long sword full of collapse cuts from top to bottom, which forcibly curbs the bright silver edge of the sword. The collision ridge keeps spitting sparks, but it can't take another half step!

It's blocked... It's blocked... No, no, no, bright silver is not an ordinary weapon. It's more like explosion than chopping, so it can only be the explosion of void force, which is not enough to tear each other's weapons!

I see

"No wonder your sword can tear the armor of the Legion soldiers..." the surprised Loren couldn't help muttering and stared into those eyes: "your knight, your sword

Mixed with secret silver, right? "