Chapter 65

"Do you know the price of my magic weapons at Edmund's?" Abel asked, looking at the conceited prince with some speechlessness.

"Not more than ten thousand gold coins?" Prince Wyatt obviously didn't know the auction price, and found that it seemed that he had offered a low price. He said in a strong voice: "the price is a false high price. I'm buying from you as Prince of the principality. There are many ten thousand gold coins."

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

SOLIN, the dwarf master, could not help it. His deep voice came from his beard: "are you threatening a blacksmith guild master? Or does the Duchy of Carmel think that the masters of the blacksmiths' guild are not worthy of respect? "

Prince Wyatt found the dwarven master SOLIN on the edge. The dwarven master was too short and was blocked by Abel's figure, so people could not notice him at the first time.

"No, no, master SOLIN, I don't mean that." Prince Wyatt hastily explained.

Prince Wyatt doesn't have much money in his hand. In addition, King spender's health is not good. Prince Wyatt doesn't have much time to have power. So he has been frantically earning gold coins in camergon recently, just for the sake of better life in the future.

In order to protect his property, he must attract experts. Abel's magic weapon is the dream equipment of all knights. With magic weapons, he can attract Knights of high enough level to serve him.

For these reasons, Prince Wyatt's crazy act of threatening Abel seems to be a kind of dying struggle before losing power, which has made him lose his sense.

"Master Abel's work is worth 20000 gold coins, but you want to buy it by force with 10000 gold coins. You want to bully young Abel to threaten him as Prince of the principality. Do you want to feel the anger of blacksmith guild?" The dwarf master SOLIN's voice grew louder and louder, and finally he roared with a roaring voice.

This is no longer a matter for Abel alone. In front of the representatives of the blacksmith guild, he threatened the blacksmith master. This is already a contempt for the whole blacksmith guild. Will the blacksmith guild tolerate this kind of behavior.

The roar of the dwarven master SOLIN shocked all the nobles who attended the buffet dinner. When they heard the behavior of Prince Wyatt, their faces showed anger. Who is Abe? He is the pride of harvest City, the youngest blacksmith master in the whole continent, and a respected Lord of war achievements.

At this time, the Viscount Dickens was also very angry. He brought Prince Wyatt to the dinner party. This kind of behavior of the prince also made him lose face. The most important thing for the nobility is dignity.

"Master SOLIN, I just don't know the real price of magic weapons. I just have a question about the price. I don't mean to offend master Abel." Seeing things getting out of hand, Prince Wyatt said palely.

If King spender knew that Prince Wyatt had offended the blacksmith guild, he would drive the son out of the palace at the first time. Even the title might not be given to him. Then Prince Wyatt would become an ordinary civilian from the prince. This was the result that he could not bear. On the contrary, the noble of harvest city didn't care about his attitude It's against the royal family.

"Master Abel, how to deal with this?" Although the dwarven master Sorin represents the blacksmith guild, this is Harry castle. He still needs to know Abel's attitude.

"Master SOLIN, it's uncle Marshall's birthday today. Since the prince wants to buy and doesn't know the value, I will take out a newly forged magic weapon and give it to you for pricing. Please buy it according to the price." The two magic swords forged by Abe recently are based on 120 practice swords, and are made of intermediate ink. The output of magic effect is more stable and the service life is longer. SOLIN, as a dwarf master, will know the value of the two magic swords. He does not want to have a gap with the royal family at the time of awarding, so he will sell one at the normal price The magic sword ends things.

"Master Abel, as you say." Sorin, the dwarf master, thought that Abel didn't want to add trouble to the blacksmith guild, so he wanted to solve this problem. He couldn't help admiring the young blacksmith master.

Abel waved to the steward, Lindsay, and came to his operation room with a magic sword. In a moment, Lindsay came in with a knight sword.

"Master SOLIN, this is my latest work. Please correct it." Abel beckoned Lindsay to give the magic sword to the dwarven master Sorin.

The nobles on the side all looked at the magic sword curiously. The magic sword with 20000 gold coins is more valuable than a castle, which excited the nobles who watched the whole thing.

The dwarf master SOLIN took over the magic sword. First, he carefully observed the body of the sword close to the sword, and then flicked his fingers on the sword. With the flick of the dwarf master SOLIN's fingers, a blue light flashed over, and his fingers were frosted.

When he flicked his finger, Sorin, the dwarf master, flicked the ice off his finger, turned his head and looked at Abel curiously. "Your achievement is more surprising than your age. This ice magic sword is much higher than the work of our magic weapon forging master. Although it is made of ordinary iron ore, its texture is more than 100 practices."The nobles around listened quietly to the introduction of the dwarven master SOLIN, which was a rare opportunity to hear a dwarven master evaluate a weapon.

"Thank you, master Abel. You have found a way to forge stronger steel. I will propose to the blacksmith guild to record this achievement in the honor Hall of the blacksmith guild."

The hall of honor of the blacksmith guild is the temple of all blacksmiths in the mainland. It records the achievements made by all blacksmiths to improve their forging skills. The records there are passed down by countless people and recited by minstrels in the mainland.

"I'd like to discuss this technology with you after the dinner." Abel replied with a smile.

"It's my pleasure to discuss with you!" said the dwarf master SOLIN with a smile of joy

Take up the magic sword again and say to Lin Sai, the housekeeper, "please give me a piece of wood."

After a while, Lindsay asked his servant to send a one meter long stake to Sorin, the dwarf master.

Sorin, the dwarf master, took up the magic sword and split a sword on the stake. It was not powerful. The sword just fell one centimeter into the stake. The frost surrounded the stake.

"The formula of Rune and ink you used is quite special, and the effect is much higher than that of ordinary Rune and ink. I have seen the magic sword you made before and tested the magic sword made by our master. The magic channel of the magic sword you forge now is much stronger and more powerful than those magic swords. Can you know the formula of Rune and ink?"

"Here..." Abel is a little difficult to answer this question. He made intermediate Fumo from heradique square. What's the formula.

"I'm sorry to embarrass master Abel. I took the liberty." Sorin, the dwarf master, felt his beard embarrassed. It's really unreasonable to ask for someone else's formula. But when he saw the effect of magic sword, he couldn't help blurting out for a while. When he asked, he regretted it.

Prince Wyatt's face was a little gloomy. The words of the dwarf master Sorin made him feel that the master was aiming at him, boasting about this magic weapon so as to improve the value of this weapon and make him spend more gold coins.

At this time, the Lord of the city, viscount Dickens, broke in with a smile and asked, "master SOLIN, what's the value of this magic sword?"

The dwarven master SOLIN remembered that he had to evaluate the value of the magic weapon. He estimated it in his mind and said, "the ice magic sword, which was valued at 50000 gold coins by SOLIN oak shield."

With the valuation of the dwarven master SOLIN finished, the nobles all looked at the magic sword in surprise, with envy, greed, desire and other expressions flashing in their eyes.

But the Viscount Dickens curiously took up the magic sword, waved it in his hand for several times, turned to Abel and asked, "master Abel, how many have you made this time? Can I have one? "