"Viscount Dickens, if you want, I can transfer this magic weapon to you." Before Abel could answer, Prince Wyatt said with a slightly red face.
Prince Wyatt didn't bring that many gold coins with him this time, and although his status was noble, it wasn't to the point where he could enjoy a magic gold card. If he was the heir of a duchy, he could pass the examination of a magic gold card, but his status as the 4th prince was unstable, he could become an ordinary noble at any time.
"I won't take what you love. If Master Abel doesn't have a magic sword ready, I can wait for Master Abel to make another one." Viscount Dickens didn't like people calling him Viscount, this was something that everyone in Harvest City knew. He was very unhappy with the way Prince Wyatt addressed him. He also felt that the prince probably didn't have enough gold coins, so if he could make the prince lose face, he wouldn't mind getting the magic weapon later.
Viscount Dickens took out the magic gold card from his chest and said, "I can pay first, Master Abel."
"This time I forged two identical magic weapons. Since the mayor needs it, then the other one is yours." Abel turned his head and asked Lindsey to bring the other magic weapon.
Abel's operation room wasn't a place that just anyone could enter. In the castle, other than the Lord Marshall, only the butler Lindsey could enter and leave. When he knew the value of the magic weapon, Lindsey decided to add a guard at the door of Abel's operation room.
Lindsey's movements were very fast, and the other magic sword was already in the hands of Viscount Dickens.
Viscount Dickens held the magic sword in his hand and waved it twice. He happily held out the magic gold card in front of Abel. Abel also took out his own magic gold card from his chest. The two cards faced each other, and the number on Abel's magic gold card jumped from 1750 to 51750.
Abel was very short of gold coins, and he had never had so many gold coins in his hand. But thinking that the 270,000 gold coins was only one of the potions he needed for training, the speed of earning gold coins was still too slow.
At this time, everyone's eyes were on Prince Wyatt. The price of the magic weapon was set by the dwarf master Thorin, and Viscount Dickens agreed to buy it. Only Prince Wyatt didn't express his opinion.
"Master Abel, can I discuss something with you alone?" Prince Wyatt said to Abel with a somewhat dry voice.
"Your Highness Prince Wyatt, this way please." Abel said as he pointed to the side of the reception room.
When Abel and Prince Wyatt came back, both had smiles on their faces. Abel's smile was from his heart, and Prince Wyatt's smile was bitter, but from time to time, his eyes flashed with a dark light's's's's's.
Abel, who had a strong power of the will, could clearly feel Prince Wyatt's malice, and his heart was a little vigilant.
"This magic sword is yours." Abel handed the last magic sword to Prince Wyatt.
The drama at the Harry castle dinner party gave all the nobles a surprise and shock. They were surprised that the city lord and the 4th prince both attended the party, and they were shocked that one of Master Abel's products could be sold for a sky-high price of 50,000 gold coins.
When all the guests left the castle satisfied, only the dwarf master Thorin and master Bentham were still talking. They were both going to stay for a forging exchange with Abel in the evening.
As soon as the guests left, Lord Marshall asked impatiently, "What did His Highness give you in exchange for the magic sword?"
"His Highness gave me a courtyard in Bakong City's Triumph Avenue in 1000 square meters in exchange for the magic sword." Abel said.
"A courtyard in Triumph Avenue?" Lord Marshall's eyes lit up, and then he laughed and said, "That's the best location in the duchy. 50,000 gold coins for 1000 square meters of courtyard is very worthwhile."
"I just wanted to solve it as soon as possible, so I agreed." Abel was not afraid that Prince Wyatt would give him a cheap courtyard in exchange. If he did, the prince would risk offending the Blacksmith's Guild.
"Where's my birthday present?" Lord Marshall was very jealous of the new magic sword. After listening to Master Thorin's introduction, he knew that the new magic sword was much better than the old ones.
"Uncle Marshall, how can you not have a present for your birthday? I've already prepared it. Let's go have a look!"
Abel led Lord Marshall to the square. When master Bentham saw that Abel was going to see Lord Marshall's birthday present, he also pulled Master Thorin to have a look.
"That's it?" Lord Marshall looked at the carriage in front of him with disappointment. The two inferno bulls were his and Abel's trophies. The carriage was also the best carriage in Harvest City, but it was still far from what he expected.
"Abel made a lot of modifications to the carriage," said master Bentham. Master Bentham, who was on the side, said, "When he picked me up in this car, I found that it was very stable."
"Not bad." Lord Marshall felt a little better. Although his intermediate Knight's body was not affected by the bumps, it was still better than a normal carriage. Abel had also put in a lot of effort.
Abel saw Lord Marshall's hesitant face and knew that Lord Marshall was thinking about his magic weapon. He couldn't help but smile and said, "Uncle Marshall, come in and have a look."
The four of them entered the carriage together. The spacious carriage was not crowded for the four of them. Even if there were two more people, it would not be a problem at all. The Lord of Marshall saw the tables on both sides at a glance and said, "Not a bad idea. You can put some fruits on them. It is very convenient."
Abel looked at Lord Marshall with disdain and said, "I know what you like. How can I only make a small change?"
Lord Marshall didn't care. His greatest happiness in life was finding his wife. His greatest joy was guarding the castle that he built with his wife. His greatest fortune was taking in Abel as his adopted son. His little hobby was showing off. How could he not show off when he had such a good adopted son?
Abel pointed at the switch next to the table and said, "This is the controller. There are a total of ten switches. The table on the left adjusts the air conditioning, and the table on the right adjusts the heat."
"Is there such a function?" Lord Marshall asked in disbelief as he touched the switch next to the table on the left.
Master Thorin and Master Bentham looked curiously at the two cabinets that could adjust the temperature of the carriage. The legendary device that could control the temperature with magic really did appear in front of them. The two masters were very surprised.
Abel explained, "You have to turn on the controller when the carriage is moving. Only then can you transmit the temperature better."
"What are you talking about? Go out and try it." Lord Marshall shouted impatiently at the coachman outside.
Lord Marshall and Master Thorin both realized that the carriage was much smoother than they expected when the two Inferno Bulls started to run.
At this time, the four of them were a little hot after the banquet. Lord Marshall flipped the switch on the left and adjusted the air conditioning to the maximum. In a place that couldn't be seen from the inside of the carriage, the wheels moved the conveyor belt, and the conveyor belt moved the fan. The rotating fan blew the cold air from the ten iron plates that were pressed down by the iron wood into the carriage.
"This is incredible!" Master Thorin was the first to exclaim.
"How did you do it?" Master Bentham asked directly without holding back.
"It's an incomparable pleasure." Lord Marshall sighed.
It was very simple. Abel opened the door under the wooden table on the left, revealing the iron cabinet inside. He then opened the iron cabinet door that was full of holes. The three of them were stunned by the scene inside.
"This … this … this is a magic sword?" Lord Marshall was sure that it was not a magic sword, but there was no difference. It just looked different.
"Your thoughts make me speechless." Master Thorin was also speechless as he looked at the ten iron plates in the cabinet.
"It's a waste for Marshall to sit in this carriage." Bentham's voice was full of envy.
"Is it the same for the one on the right?" Lord Marshall asked.
"Yes, it's just a fire magic stone." Abel opened the cabinet on the right.
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