Chapter 65 Valuation

"Do you know the auction price of my magic weapon at Edmund's Auction House?" Abel asked the self-righteous prince speechlessly.

"It won't be more than 10,000 gold coins, right?" Prince Wyatt obviously didn't know the auction price, and found that he seemed to have bid low, and said in a strong tone: "The auction price is an inflated price, I will use 10,000 gold coins are quite a lot to buy from you as a princess and prince."

Prince Wyatt thought that although Abel was a master blacksmith, he was too young to be so frightened by himself that he might accept the price.

The dwarf master Thorin couldn't bear it anymore, and his low voice came from the beard on his face: "Are you threatening a master of the blacksmiths' guild? Or is the Principality of Carmel that the masters of the blacksmiths' guild are insufficient? To be respected?"

Only then did Prince Wyatt discover the dwarf master Thorin next to him. The dwarf master was too short, and was blocked by Abel's figure, so people couldn't notice him immediately.

"No, no, Master Thorin, that's not what I meant," Prince Wyatt explained quickly.

Prince Wyatt has not much money in his hands, plus King Spender's health is not good, Prince Wyatt's time for power is running out, so he has been frantically earning gold coins in the Principality of Cameron recently. , just for a better life in the future.

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

These reasons made Prince Wyatt's crazy act of threatening Abel, as if it was a dying struggle before losing his power, which had already made him lose his mind.

"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 deceive Abel young and threaten him as a prince. Do you want to feel the wrath of the Blacksmiths Guild?" Dwarf Master Thorin The voice got higher and higher, and finally roared in a roaring voice.

This is no longer Abel's business. In front of the representatives of the Blacksmiths Guild, threatening the master blacksmith is already contempt for the entire Blacksmiths Guild. The Blacksmiths Guild will not tolerate this kind of behavior.

The roar of the dwarf master Thorin alarmed all the nobles who attended the buffet dinner. When they heard the behavior of Prince Wyatt, everyone's face showed an angry look, who is Abel, he is the pride of Harvest City , is the youngest master blacksmith in the whole continent, and a respectable lord of military exploits.

Viscount Dickens was also very angry at this time. He was the one who brought Prince Wyatt to the dinner party. The prince's behavior made him lose face. The most important thing for nobles is to be decent.

"Master Thorin, I just don't know the real price of magic weapons, I just have questions about the price, and I don't mean to offend Master Abel." Seeing that things were getting out of hand, Prince Wyatt said with a pale face. .

If King Spender knew that Prince Wyatt had offended the Blacksmiths Guild, he would expel the son from the palace as soon as possible, and even the title might not be granted, then Prince Wyatt would suddenly become an ordinary prince. A commoner, this is a result he can't bear no matter what. On the contrary, the attitude of the nobles of Harvest City towards him is irrelevant. The nobles are not compatible with the royal family.

"Master Abel, how to deal with this matter?" Although the dwarf master Thorin represented the Blacksmiths Guild, but this was Harry Castle, he still had to ask Abel's attitude.

"Master Thorin, today is Uncle Marshall's birthday. Since His Royal Highness wants to buy it but doesn't know the value, I will take out a newly forged magic weapon and give it to you to set the price. Please buy it according to the price." Abel recently The two forged magic swords are based on 120 training swords, and they are made of intermediate rune ink. The output of magic effects is more stable.

The service life is also longer, and Thorin, the master of dwarves, will definitely know the value of these two magic swords. Abel doesn't want to have a gap with the royal family when he is awarded, so he sells a magic sword at a normal price. The big sword stopped the matter.

"Master Abel, it's up to you." The dwarf master Thorin thought that Abel didn't want to cause trouble for the blacksmith guild, so he wanted to resolve this contradiction, and he couldn't help but admire the young master blacksmith.

Abel waved his hand to call the housekeeper Lindsay, and came to his operating room with a magic sword. After a while, Lindsay walked in with a knight's sword.

"Master Thorin, this is my latest work, please correct me." Abel motioned for Lindsay to give the magic sword to the dwarf master Thorin.

The nobles on the side looked at this magic sword with great curiosity. The magic sword of 20,000 gold coins was worth more than a castle, which made the nobles who watched the whole thing very excited.

The dwarf master Thorin took over the magic sword. First, he approached the sword and carefully observed the body of the sword. Then he flicked his finger on the sword. With the flick of the finger of the dwarf master Thorin, a burst of blue light flashed. A layer of frost formed on his fingers.

Flicking his fingers, the dwarf master Thorin flicked the frost off his fingers, turned his head to look at Abel curiously, and said, "Your achievements are more surprising than your age, this ice magic sword is stronger than ours. The works of magic weapon forging masters are much higher, although the material is forged from ordinary iron ore, but the quality is beyond a hundred training."

The surrounding nobles listened quietly to the introduction of the dwarf master Thorin. This is a very rare opportunity to hear a dwarf master evaluate a weapon.

Thorin, the dwarf master, bowed slightly to Abel and said, "Thank you, Master Abel, you have found a way to forge stronger steel, and I will propose to the Blacksmiths Guild to record this achievement in the Hall of Honor of the Blacksmiths Guild. Inside."

The Hall of Honor of the Blacksmiths Guild is the sanctuary of all blacksmiths in the continent. It records the achievements made by all blacksmiths to improve their forging skills. The records there are circulated by countless people and recited by bards in the continent.

"I was thinking of discussing this technology with you after the dinner party." Abel smiled and returned the salute.

The dwarf master Thorin saluted with joy on his face: "It's my honor to discuss with you!"

Picking up the magic sword again, he said to the housekeeper Lindsay, "Please bring me a piece of wood."

After a while, Lindsay asked his servant to bring a one-meter-long stake and put it in front of Thorin, the dwarf master.

The dwarf master Thorin picked up the great magic sword and slashed a sword on the stake. It was not very powerful. The sword was only one centimeter deep into the stake, and the stake was surrounded by frost.

"The formula of rune ink you use is quite special, and the effect is much higher than that of ordinary rune ink. I have seen the magic swords you made before, and I have also tested the magic swords made by our masters. You are now forging this magic sword. The sword magic power channel is much stronger and more powerful than those magic swords, can you know the formula of Fu Mo?"

"This..." Abel had a hard time answering this question. He synthesized the intermediate rune with Horadric cubes. How could there be a formula.

"I'm sorry for embarrassing Master Abel. I took the liberty of taking the liberty." The dwarf master Sorin stroked his beard embarrassedly. The request to inquire about other people's formula was indeed unreasonable, but he saw the magic sword The effect, he couldn't help blurting out for a while, and he regretted it after asking.

Prince Wyatt's face was a little gloomy, and the words of the dwarf master Thorin made him feel that the master was clearly targeting him, boasting of this magical weapon to increase the value of this weapon and make him spend more gold coins.

The city owner, Viscount Dickens, laughed and asked, "Master Thorin, how much is this magic sword worth?"

Only then did the dwarf master Thorin remember that he had to evaluate the value of this magical weapon. He estimated in his mind, and then said: "This ice magic sword, I, Thorin Oakenshield, value it at 50,000 gold coins."

After the appraisal of the dwarf master Thorin ended, the nobles looked at the magic sword in surprise, with expressions of envy, greed, and longing in their eyes.

And Viscount Dickens even more curiously stepped forward to pick up the magic sword, waved it in his hand a few times, turned his head and asked Abel: "Master Abel, how many have you made this time? Can you give me one? "