Chapter 65: Valuation

"Do you know the auction price of my magic weapon at the Edmond Auction House?" Abel asked, looking at the self-righteous prince a bit silently.
"No more than ten thousand gold coins, right?" Prince Wyatt apparently did not know the auction price, and found that it seemed that his bid was lower. He said in a strong tone: "The price at the auction is an artificially high price. I have bought from you as the Prince, and there are already 10,000 gold coins. "
Prince Wyatt thought that although Abel was a master blacksmith, he was too young and was so frightened by himself that he might accept the price.
The dwarven master Solin couldn't help it now, and his low voice came from the beard on his face: "Are you threatening a master of the blacksmith guild? Or is the Principality of Kamai thinking that the master of the blacksmith guild is insufficient? To be respected? "
Prince Wyatt then found the dwarf master Solin next to him. The figure of the dwarf master was too short, and was blocked by Abel's figure, so that people could not notice him in the first place.
"No, no, Master Thorin, I didn't mean that," Prince Wyatt quickly explained.
Prince Wyatt does n’t have much money, and King Spoon ’s health is not good. Prince Wyatt has little time for power, so he has recently been crazy about earning gold coins in the country of Carmel. In order to make life better in the future.
In order to protect his property, he must recruit masters, and Abel's magic weapons are the dream equipment of all knights. With magic weapons, enough high-level knights can be recruited to serve him.
These reasons led Prince Wyatt to make a frenzy of threatening Abel, as if he was a dying struggle before losing his power, and he had somehow lost his reason.
"Master Abel's work is worth 20,000 gold coins, but you want to forcibly buy it with 10,000 gold coins. You want to bully Abel young men to threaten him as the prince of the king. Do you want to feel the anger of the blacksmith guild?" His voice grew louder, and finally roared with a roaring voice.
This is no longer Aber's own thing. To threaten the master blacksmith in front of the representative of the blacksmith's guild is already a contempt for the entire blacksmith's guild. The blacksmith's guild will not tolerate such behavior.
The roar of the dwarven master Solin shocked all the nobles who participated in the buffet dinner. When he heard the actions of Prince Wyatt, everyone's face showed an angry look. Who is Abel, he is the pride of Harvest City , The youngest blacksmith master on the continent, is a respectable Lord of Merit.
Viscount Dickens was also very angry at this time. He brought Prince Wyatt to the dinner. This behavior of the prince made him shameless. The most important thing for the aristocracy was decentness.
"Master Thorin, I just don't know the real price of the magic weapon, but I have doubts about the price, and I didn't mean to offend Master Abel." Seeing that things were a little overwhelming, Prince Wyatt said palely. .
If King Spoon knew that Prince Wyatt had offended the Blacksmith Guild, he would surely drive the son out of the palace for the first time, and even the title might not be granted, then Prince Wyatt would become ordinary from the prince at once Civilian, this is the result that he can't bear anyway, but the attitude of the aristocrats in Harvest City does not matter to him, and the aristocracy is not in harmony with the royal family.
"Master Abel, how to deal with this?" Although the dwarven master Solin represents the Blacksmith Guild, but this is Harry Castle, he still has to ask Abel's attitude.
"Master Thorin, today is Uncle Marshall's birthday. Since His Royal Highness wants to buy it and does not know the value, then I will take out a newly forged magic weapon and give it to you for pricing, and Your Highness Prince will purchase it at the price." Abel recently The two forged magic swords are both made with 120 swords and used intermediate rune ink. The output of magic effects is more stable and the service life is longer. Sorin, who is a dwarf master, will surely Knowing the value of these two magic swords, Abel did not want to create a gap with the royal family on the occasion of the award, so he sold a magic sword at a normal price to break the matter.
"Master Abel, it's up to you." The dwarven master Thorin thought that Abel didn't want to cause trouble for the blacksmith guild, so he wanted to resolve this contradiction, and could not help but admire the young blacksmith master.
Abel waved to butler Lindsay, and came to his operation room with a magic sword, and for a while, Linsey walked in with a knight's sword.
"Master Thorin, this is my most recent work, please correct me." Abel motioned to Linser to give the magic sword to the dwarven master Thorin.
The aristocrats on the side looked at this magic sword with great curiosity. The magic sword with 20,000 gold coins was more valuable than a castle, which made the nobles watching the whole thing very excited.
The dwarven master Thorin took the magic sword. First, he closely observed the blade of the sword, and then flicked his finger on the sword. With the flick of the finger of the dwarven master Thorin, a blue light flashed. There was a layer of frost on his fingers.
Flicking your finger, Dwarven Master Thorin bounced off the frost on his finger and turned to look at Abel with curiosity. "Your achievement is more amazing than your age. This ice magic sword is better than my tribe. The works of the masters of magic weapon forging are much higher. Although the material is forged from ordinary iron ore, the texture is more than a hundred exercises. "
The nobles around were quietly listening to the introduction of the dwarven master Solin. This was a rare opportunity to hear a dwarven master evaluate a weapon.
The dwarven master Thorin bowed slightly to Abel: "Fortunately, Master Abel, you have found a way to forge stronger steel. I will propose to the Blacksmith Guild to record this achievement in the Blacksmith Guild Hall of Honor. Inside."
The Blacksmith Guild Hall of Honor is the sanctuary for all blacksmiths on the mainland, where the achievements of all blacksmiths to improve forging technology are recorded. The records there are circulated by countless people and recited by bards on the mainland.
"I was thinking about discussing this technology with you after the dinner." Abel said with a smile.
The dwarven master Solin said with joy, "I am honored to discuss with you!"
Picking up the magic sword again, he said to Steward Linser, "Please give me a piece of wood."
After a while, Lindsay asked his servants to send a one-meter-long stake to the dwarven master Thorin.
The dwarven master Solin picked up the magic sword and slashed a sword on the stake. The strength was not great. The sword only penetrated the depth of the stake by one centimeter, and the frost surrounded the stake.
"The rune ink formula you use is very special and the effect is much higher than ordinary rune ink. I have seen the magic sword you made before, and I have also tested the magic sword made by my master. The magic sword you have forged now The sword magic channel is much stronger and more powerful than those great magic swords. Can you know the formula of Fu Mo? "
"This ..." Abel was having a hard time answering this question. Intermediate Rune Mo was synthesized from Heratik cubes.
"I'm sorry to have embarrassed Master Abel, but I took the liberty." The dwarven master Solin touched his beard a little embarrassed, asking about other people's formulas, this request is really unreasonable, but he saw the magic sword I couldn't help but blurt out the effect, and he regretted it after asking.
Prince Wyatt's face was a little gloomy. The words of the dwarven master Thorin made him feel that the master was clearly targeting him, boasting about this magic weapon to increase the value of the weapon and let him spend more gold coins.
The Lord Viscount Dickens then smiled and interjected: "Master Thorin, how much is this magic sword?"
The dwarven master Solin then remembered that he still needed to evaluate the value of this magic weapon. He estimated it in his heart and said, "This ice magic sword, I was valued by Thorin Oakshield as 50,000 gold coins. "
As the dwarven master Solin's evaluation ended, the nobles looked at the magic sword with surprise, with envious, greedy, longing and other expressions in their eyes.
And Viscount Dickens came forward curiously, took the magic sword, waved it a few times, and turned to Abel and asked, "Master Abel, how many have you made this time? Can you give me one? "