Chapter 601 Forging Valley

Although Joan wanted to go on the road as soon as possible, but after Mrs. Ista, Haakon and Slude enthusiastically persuaded her to stay, she finally stayed for an extra week, and did not bid farewell to the reluctant Logan family until after the New Year celebration in 1621. , Embark on a journey northward alone.

Leaving Shizhu Town, Joan turned into an Eagleman, spread his wings and flew northward all the way, from the morning to the west mountain where the sun was setting, and finally arrived at the sky above "Forging Valley". Before he landed, he heard the clanging and roaring of the magic steam engine pulling the automatic forging hammer and striking the steel from a distance!

Forge Valley is located on the banks of the Mead River, and it has been a settlement of dwarves since ancient times. The area is rich in iron ore, and the sound of hammering iron can be heard from morning to night, so it is named "Forging Valley".

The dwarf fortress "Nidaville" is located in the depths of the Forge Valley. It is known as the largest dwarf city on the surface of the New World. In fact, it is more like an arsenal disguised as a city.

The city of Nidaville is always shrouded in white steam and thick black smoke. Various factories are set up in low buildings. The huge gears and machines in the factory buildings are continuously rotating day and night, emitting Screeching noise.

Nidaville is one of the most important distribution markets for minerals, gemstones and precious metals in the Midgard region. Rare metals such as fine gold, mithril and cold iron that are rarely found elsewhere can be found in Nidaville's market buy it online.

In addition, the Forging Valley is also close to the "Prime Abyss" Golden Gallon, which is rich in magic crystal ores. There are several large ore refineries in Nidaville City, so Joan can buy very cheap industrial magic crystals in the city. It only costs 580 Gold Duga, but in Port of Leiden, which does not produce magic crystals and only relies on imports, the tax-included price per ounce of magic crystal is as high as 625 Gold Duga!

Joan intends to visit the owner of the arsenal, Schmidt Anvil, to finalize a deal on custom-made revolver bullets. Next, he plans to visit the mineral market in the city, and use the windfall obtained from searching for the siren siren treasure to buy some magic crystals and rare metals needed to study magic and alchemy.

Walking into the streets of Nidaville City and seeing the dwarven residents passing by, Joann couldn't help but recall Mr. Flint Anvil who first introduced him to the enchanting craft. This venerable old dwarf's hometown is in the city of Nidaville, and the "Anvil Clan" he came from is even the most prestigious family in the city.

Uncle Logan gave Joan the first recommendation letter, and the recipient, Mr. Schmidt, was also from the Anvil family, and had a high status in the family.

Joan found the Schmidt Armory according to the address on the letter, and after some twists and turns, he was finally taken to the office of the factory owner, Mr. Schmidt Anvil, and was honored to meet this famous person in the city.

The dwarves respect the traditional order. Bloodline, age, and wealth are the foundations for a dwarf to gain a foothold in society. If the above three conditions are met at the same time, the temper will naturally grow.

The respectable Mr. Schmidt Anvil, as a wealthy arms tycoon, like most old dwarves who have achieved success, has an unabashedly arrogant and stubborn attitude in front of unknown brats, and speaks with a pretentious The tone really made Joan a little unbearable.

Fortunately, dwarves are not only arrogant, but also value friendship and family affection very much. When Joann handed over Uncle Logan's handwritten letter, the "arms tycoon" smiled a little more, and his attitude towards him improved significantly; and when Joann mentioned that he was a student of Flint Anvil, the The tycoon couldn't help showing a hint of surprise in his eyes.

After some discussion, Mr. Schmidt decided that Flint Anvil was indeed his relative, his cousin in terms of seniority.

Joan suspects that he is a little "face blind". In his eyes, all adult male dwarves look similar.

Fortunately, Mr. Schmidt also has a big wine-red beard similar to Flint. According to Mr. Schmidt himself, this is the external feature of the noble blood of the Anvil family.

With the dual relationship between Logan and Flint, Schmidt did not treat Joan, the little mage, as an outsider, and the conversation that followed was very harmonious. Although Joann still seemed a little nervous in front of strangers, and spoke inappropriately, Mr. Schmidt didn't take offense, and was still very kind to him.

After the simple pleasantries, Joan returned to the topic and proposed to Mr. Schmidt that he planned to order 300 rounds of bullets for the revolver.

Mr. Schmidt took the revolver from Joan, glanced at it briefly, and gave a professional conclusion.

"Authentic Far Eastern goods are 100% produced by the Far Eastern Dwarf Arsenal in Icewind Dale. To integrate complicated parts into such a small gun, I have to say that the Wrought Iron family still has some real skills!"

Joan had never heard of the "Wrought Iron Family", but he had a little impression of the "Icewind Dale Armory". The newspaper said it was the largest arsenal in the Far East.

The Far Eastern dwarves in Icewind Dale are as good at forging weapons as their distant relatives in the New World, and the Far Eastern dwarves have a close relationship with Kolas and his son. Sophisticated weapons including crystal cannons. The Kolas and his sons were able to overthrow the rule of the Holy Ashan Empire in the Far East Province and separate one side, which is inseparable from the strong support of the Far East Dwarves.

"Mr. Schmidt, can you make the same gun?" Joan asked the old dwarf.

"It's possible, but it's time-consuming, labor-intensive and expensive. If the price is set low, I lose money. If the price is set too high, I can't sell it! After all, our New World still lacks cultural heritage. There are so many rural rich people who just want A bulky and durable shotgun, but there are very few aristocratic gentlemen who are willing to spend a lot of money on high-end firearms. For now, I am not optimistic about the market prospects of this pocket magic crystal gun."

The old dwarf shook his head, returned the revolver to Joan, and took a deep breath from the meerschaum pipe.

After hearing what he said, Qiao An's heart turned cold, and she sat there not knowing what to say.

Mr. Schmidt saw that he was depressed, put down his pipe, smiled and patted the young mage on the shoulder.

"Although I don't plan to design and produce similar firearms, this does not prevent me from opening a set of molds to help you customize special bullets for revolvers."

"This...thank you very much, Mr. Schmidt!" Joan is no stranger to the magic industry. Of course, he knows that it is not cost-effective to open a set of molds just for processing hundreds of rounds of bullets. He is grateful and anxious to the old dwarf. Inquire: "Well, in terms of expenses..."

Mr. Schmidt stuffed the pipe into his mouth, which was almost completely covered by the bushy beard, took a few puffs leisurely, and then said to Joan: "Let's talk about the processing fee later, I have one more thing I want to ask you for help."

"I'm just a low-level mage, I'm afraid I don't have the ability to help you solve your problems." Joan replied cautiously.

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