Vol 3 Chapter 114: 1 good guy

"That kid is very principled. He doesn't want to join other forces for free money, and he doesn't want to form a force by himself. He doesn't like intrigue with others.
The old dwarf walked to Horn's side and put the cigarette holder on his mouth again to ignite. Horne flicked the tobacco in the cigarette holder and ignited himself.
Ceylon's ignition method is through a special processed small rod, this small rod will ignite as long as it is rubbed in a rough place, which is quite convenient.
Looking at the cigarette holder and Horn's hand that had been lit, the old dwarf didn't act very surprised, just smiled and started to vomit.
"Even as a bounty hunter, a fourth-level fighter would not be so embarrassed."
"That kid has a lot of weird rules. Monsters that don't hurt people don't kill, and it's not true evil people don't kill, so even if you are a bounty hunter, you are not tepid."
The old dwarf spit out a cigarette in front of Horn, but Horn had blocked his sense of smell through a mask, so he couldn't smell it either.
"Hypocrity!" Horn said after a moment of silence.
"How you evaluate it is your business, but that kid really helped a lot of people. Even with so many unkind principles, he still made a lot of money, but most of the money he used to help nearby There are poor people in the slums in several cities, and even this axe is because he also helped our tribe. Many talented people provided the materials themselves and we did it for free."
"Free? Then that receipt..."
Horn remembered that it was nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine gold coins on the receipt.
"You're talking about the receipt for making the axe. He asked us to help write it. He said that if someone was wronged, he would give him 10,000 gold coins if his weapon was worth less than 10,000 gold. So he asked us to write one. receipt."
Ok……
If it weren't for his talent in both magic and martial arts, he would be so attractive to Horn, Horn even wanted to blast the bald muscular dog head right now.
However, this kind of person who is extremely greedy for petty and cheapness can really overlap with the image of a good person who is almost untainted by the old dwarf?
If what the old dwarf said is true, how should that four-tier strong man named Harrington comment?
"It's a good man, but very stupid." Horn said to the old dwarf after a while.
"Yeah, stupid, but he is a good man, much better than everyone I have ever seen."
The old dwarf just changed the order of Horn's words, but the meaning was completely different.
Horn recognized that Hellington was a good person, and he was willing to be a little more friendly to Hellington because of his behavior, but that was all.
He will never become a person like Helington, nor will he think his behavior is correct.
Horn wanted to change only the fate of the wild witch, and only let the magic spread throughout Ceylon.
As for other things, he can't control so much.
But this does not prevent him from respecting someone who may be kind to pathological.
"Well, let’s not talk about Harrington now. Dwarves have no talent for learning magic. You can’t draw magic runes."
The old dwarf nodded slightly. When he proposed to learn magic, he actually had a little thought.
He never thought that something he had never heard before was really so easy to learn.
But he just wanted to try, he wanted to seize the possibility of that line to make better weapons, but now that line of possibility has also disappeared.
"Since we are destined to not be able to make that kind of weapon, then we are leaving. I'm sorry to be here suddenly.
But the thing you made is really a waste of materials. "
While the old dwarf bowed his head to bid farewell to Horn, he spared no effort to sarcasm Horn's forging skills.
That kind of magical technique attached to such a crude weapon is simply a violent thing, and he can't stand it.
"Actually, if you want to make enchanted weapons, it's not impossible."
Horne watched as the dwarves who had turned to leave suddenly spoke.
"What?"
The old dwarf turned around abruptly, and the pipe on his mouth fell again, but this time it floated in the air without falling to the ground. It was the hand of Horn's wizard.
"As you said, my forging technology is very poor, and I can't spend a lot of time on forging weapons, so if possible, I would like to ask you to help us forge enchanted weapons."
Horn bent and said to the old dwarf that this was equivalent to Horn's invitation to the dwarves on behalf of the House of Magic.
"How can I help?" The old dwarf was very excited now and wanted to join in, but he did not lose his mind.
"We magicians actually don't know anything about forging, so you are the one who forge weapons. We are only responsible for adding magic effects to your forged weapons."
"Then who forged this weapon?"
The dwarf craftsmen hope most is to forge good weapons, but they don't want their slaves to make wedding dresses for others.
If this weapon has nothing to do with them, then even if it gives them a chance to forge a better weapon, they will weigh whether or not to seize this opportunity~EbookFREE.me~Of course, who made the forger? Who is it? You can even engrave your own name on the weapon, but you need to engrave another person's name when you seal your name. "
"Whose name?"
The thick eyebrows of the old dwarf frowned, and the idea of ​​engraving the name of a person on his weapon was a good idea, but he didn't want to engrave other people's names because it was the result of his labor.
"Of course it is the name of the enchanter. Is this weapon forged by more people?" Horn asked rhetorically.
All the dwarves laughed, and the faces under Horn's mask were also full of smiles. It seemed that the matter had been negotiated.
"How to calculate the reward for making weapons?" The old dwarf continued to ask after laughing.
Horn thought about it for a moment. Normally, the Magic Council had to collect 50% of the rake, but before they were all their own people, and the techniques they used were all from the Magic Council.
But these dwarves are different now. It is Horn and the others who need these dwarves, so it is obviously inappropriate to draw another 50%.
"All finished weapons must be sold by the Magic House. 30% of the profits go to the Magic House, and the remaining 70% is divided between the weapon forgers and enchanters. What do you think?"
The old dwarf nodded with satisfaction. What they care about is the reputation of their master forging. As for the profit, they are acceptable as long as they are not too excessive.
So the old dwarf put out the cigarette holder and put it in his pocket. His clothes were all pockets. God knows how he remembered which pocket he was in when he needed to find something.
"Hampton Keg" the old dwarf held out his hand to Horn.
"Horn Memmheling" Horn held the old dwarf's hand, and the covenant was concluded.