"Do you know the price of my magic weapon at Edmond's boutique shop?" Abel was speechless as he looked at the self-righteous prince.
"It can't be more than ten thousand gold coins, right?" Prince Wyatt obviously didn't know the price of the magic weapon. He realized that he had made a low bid, so he said in a tough tone, "The price of the magic weapon was falsely high. I am buying it from you as a prince of the Duchy. Ten thousand gold coins is already a lot."
Prince Wyatt thought that although Abel was a blacksmith master, he was still too young. After being scared by him, maybe he would accept the price.
Master Dwarf Thorin couldn't stand it anymore. His deep voice came out from his bearded face, "Are you threatening a master of the Blacksmith's Guild? Or does the Duchy of Carmel think that a master of the Blacksmith's Guild is not worthy of respect? "
Prince Wyatt then noticed Master Dwarf Thorin on the side. The dwarf master was too short, and he was blocked by Abel's figure, so people couldn't notice him at first glance.
"No, no, Master Thorin, I didn't mean that." Prince Wyatt quickly explained.
Prince Wyatt didn't have much money in his hands, plus King Spender's health wasn't good. Prince Wyatt didn't have much time left in power, so he had been crazily earning gold coins in the Duchy of Carmel for the sake of a better life in the future.
In order to protect his wealth, he had to recruit masters. Abel's magic weapon was the dream equipment of all Knights. With a magic weapon, he could recruit enough high-level Knights to serve him.
For these reasons, Prince Wyatt made a crazy move to threaten Abel. It was like a dying struggle before losing power, and it made him lose his mind.
"Master Abel's work is worth twenty thousand gold coins, and you want to buy it for ten thousand gold coins? You want to take advantage of the fact that Abel is young and threaten him with his identity as the prince of a duchy? Do you want to feel the wrath of the Blacksmith's Guild?" Sorin's voice was getting louder and louder, and he was roaring at the end.
This was no longer Abel's problem. Threatening a Blacksmith Master in front of a representative of the Blacksmith Guild was an insult to the Blacksmith Guild. The Blacksmith Guild would not tolerate such behavior.
Thorin's roar shocked all the nobles attending the buffet banquet. When they heard Prince Wyatt's behavior, all of their faces were filled with anger. Who was Abel? He was the pride of Harvest City, the youngest blacksmith master in the entire continent, and a respected Lord of War.
Viscount Dickens was also very angry. He was the one who brought Prince Wyatt to the buffet banquet. The prince's behavior made him lose face. The most important thing for nobles was their dignity.
"Master Thorin, I just don't know the real price of the magic weapon. I just have a question about the price. I don't mean to offend Master Abel." Seeing that things were getting out of hand, Prince Wyatt said with a pale face.
If the King of Spender knew that Prince Wyatt had offended the Blacksmith's Guild, he would definitely kick his son out of the palace. He might not even give him a title. Then, Prince Wyatt would go from a prince to a commoner. This was a result that he could not accept. On the other hand, the nobles of Harvest City did not care about his attitude. The nobles and the royal family were not on good terms.
"Master Abel, how should we deal with this?" Although the dwarf master Thorin represented the Blacksmith's Guild, this was Harry Castle. He still needed to ask Abel's opinion.
"Master Thorin, today is uncle Marshall's birthday. Since the prince wants to buy but doesn't know the price, I will take out a newly forged magic weapon for you to set the price. Please buy according to the price." The two magic swords that Abel recently forged were both made with 120 skills sword as the base. They were also made with intermediate rune ink, so the magic output was more stable and had a longer lifespan. As a dwarf master, Thorin would definitely know the value of these two magic swords. Abel did not want to create a conflict with the royal family during the award ceremony, so he just sold a magic sword at a normal price to settle the matter.
"Master Abel, as you wish." The dwarf master Thorin thought that Abel did not want to cause more trouble for the Blacksmith's Guild, so he wanted to resolve the conflict. He could not help but admire this young blacksmith master.
Abel waved his hand and called Steward Lindsey. He went to his operating room and brought a magic sword. After a while, Lindsey came in with a Knight's sword.
"Master Thorin, this is my recent work. Please give me your opinion." Abel signaled Lindsey to give the magic sword to the dwarf master Thorin.
The nobles on the side looked at the magic sword with great curiosity. A magic sword that cost 20,000 gold coins was even more valuable than a castle. This made the nobles who were watching the whole thing very excited.
Sorin, the dwarf master, took the magic sword. First, he approached the sword and carefully observed the body of the sword. Then, he flicked his finger on the sword. As Sorin flicked his finger, a blue light flashed, and a layer of frost formed on his finger.
With a flick of his finger, the dwarf master Thorin flicked off the frost on his finger. He then turned to Abel and said in a curious tone, "Your achievement is even more shocking than your age. This ice magic sword is way better than the ones made by the magic weapon forgers of my race. Although it's made from normal iron ore, its quality is beyond 100 skills."
The nobles around quietly listened to the dwarf master Thorin's introduction. This was a very rare opportunity to hear a dwarf master evaluate a weapon in person.
The dwarf master Thorin slightly bowed to Abel. "Congratulations, Master Abel. You have found a way to forge stronger steel. I will propose to the Blacksmith's Guild to record this achievement in the Hall of Honor of the Blacksmith's Guild."
The Hall of Honor of the Blacksmith's Guild was the holy temple of all blacksmiths on the continent. It recorded the achievements of all blacksmiths to improve their forging skills. The records there were passed down by countless people and recited by bards all over the continent.
"I was thinking of discussing this technology with you after the banquet." Abel smiled back.
The dwarf master Thorin's face was filled with joy. He bowed and said, "It is my honor to discuss with you!"
He picked up the magic sword again and said to Lindsey, "Please bring me a piece of wood."
After a while, Lindsey asked a servant to bring a one-meter long piece of wood and put it in front of the dwarf master Thorin.
The dwarf master Thorin picked up the magic sword and slashed the wood. He didn't use much strength, and the sword only went one centimeter deep into the wood. Frost surrounded the wood.
"The rune ink formula you used is very special. The effect is much better than ordinary rune ink. I have seen the magic sword you made before, and I have also tested the magic sword made by the masters of my race. The magic sword you are forging now has a much stronger magic channel than those magic swords. The power is also much greater. Can you tell me the formula of the rune ink?"
"This …" Abel found it difficult to answer this question. The intermediate rune ink was synthesized by him using the Hradik Cube. There was no formula.
"I'm sorry to make things difficult for Master Abel. I was presumptuous." The dwarf master Thorin touched his beard a little embarrassedly. It was unreasonable to ask for someone else's formula. He just couldn't help but blurt it out when he saw the effect of the magic sword. He regretted it after he asked.
Prince Wyatt's face was a little gloomy. The dwarf master Thorin's words made him feel that the dwarf master was targeting him. He was bragging about the magic sword to increase the value of the weapon and make him spend more gold coins.
Viscount Dickens then smiled and asked, "Master Thorin, how much is this magic sword worth?"
The dwarf master Thorin then remembered that he still had to evaluate the value of the magic sword. He calculated in his mind and said, "This ice magic sword, I, Thorin Oakenshield, value it at 50,000 gold coins."
As the dwarf master Thorin finished his evaluation, the nobles looked at the magic sword in surprise. Their eyes flashed with envy, greed, and desire.
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