Master Thorin was stunned by Abel's generosity. He squatted down and observed the magic iron plates in the cabinets on both sides. After a long while, he stood up and shook his head as he sighed, "Master Abel, your care for your foster father is beyond my imagination. Any one of these twenty magic iron plates can be used as a magic weapon, and they are of the same quality as the two magic weapons that were sold today."
After hearing Master Thorin's professional comments, Lord Marshall could not help but smile. He laughed and asked, "Master Thorin, are you saying that the bullock-cart that Abel gave me is worth at least 1,000,000 gold coins?"
Master Bentham reached out and patted Lord Marshall's shoulder. He said in a teasing tone, "Then you have to be careful. Don't let anyone steal such a huge fortune."
Lord Marshall raised his head proudly and laughed loudly, "You wouldn't say that if you knew the weapons that I have on me. As long as it's not a Knight Captain, it won't be easy to keep me here."
Abel could not help but shake his head. His Uncle Marshall was showing off again. Even when he was at the banquet, the two swords that he always carried with him were never taken away. According to Lord Marshall, if a Knight's weapon was taken away from his body, he would be doomed.
Master Bentham and Master Thorin's eyes lit up. They could not help but look at the two swords on Lord Marshall's back. The two swords were too eye-catching, and no one asked about them out of politeness during the banquet. However, now that Lord Marshall brought them up, the two masters' interest was immediately piqued.
The two masters knew that Abel would definitely use the best weapons for himself or leave them for his family, and the two swords that Lord Marshall carried with him at all times must be the best weapons that Abel had made.
"Let me see, what kind of weapons can make you so arrogant?" Master Bentham had been friends with Lord Marshall for many years, so there was no need for him to be polite.
Lord Marshall was very proud of the fact that the two masters were so interested in his weapon. Although Master Bentham was not a real master, he was still one of the best blacksmiths in Harvest City. Not to mention Thorin, who was a real master blacksmith from the Blacksmith's Guild, who was recognized by the whole continent as a master of the dwarves.
He took off the two swords from his back and placed one of them on the table of the carriage. However, he didn't want to let go of the other one. He turned to Abel and complained, "My ice magic sword is not even as good as the iron bar in the carriage. How do you expect me to take it out?"
Master Bentham and Master Thorin looked at each other and smiled. Abel said helplessly, "I'll make another one for you in the next few days. Just make do with this one."
The two masters looked at the magic sword on the table and modestly gave it to each other. Master Thorin pulled the sword out of the scabbard.
Master Thorin pulled out the big sword and gently flicked his finger on the magic big sword. Strangely, this magic big sword was no different from a normal big sword. There was no reaction at all. Also, Abel had used some decorations to cover the inlay on the hilt. After Master Bentham saw the big sword, he turned his head to Abel and asked, "Is this a magic big sword?"
"Of course, this magic sword only responds to attacks. Master Thorin's flick doesn't count as a real attack," Abel explained.
"What kind of magic does this sword have?" Master Thorin asked with concern.
"It doesn't have any magic attribute. It only has the ability to repel enemies!" Abel explained.
"Impossible, this is impossible!" Master Thorin murmured. He then picked up the magic sword and said to Lord Marshall, "Lord Marshall, please come with me to test the effects of this magic sword."
"Master Thorin, no problem," Lord Marshall said as he opened the door and jumped off the carriage.
After everyone got off the carriage, Master Thorin slashed the magic sword at Lord Marshall who was already in a defensive position. Even though Lord Marshall was already prepared, when the two swords collided, a white light flashed from Master Thorin's sword, and Lord Marshall couldn't help but take ten steps back before he could stop himself.
Master Thorin seemed to be worried. He exchanged swords with Lord Marshall and tried again. This time, Master Thorin was also pushed back ten steps like Lord Marshall.
"This is a golden weapon. My goodness, Master Abel, you've made a golden weapon. Do you know what this means? We dwarves only have two top-level Blacksmiths who are almost Grandmaster Blacksmiths who can make weapons of this level. " Master Thorin continued excitedly, "You've become the best Blacksmith on the continent, or almost a Grandmaster Blacksmith."
Abel wasn't too excited about Master Thorin's words because his goal was no longer to level up as a Blacksmith. Becoming a Wizard had become his main goal. Nothing else mattered to him.
Bentham looked at Abel. He watched him go from a complete beginner to a Master. Now that Abel's skills had improved again, he couldn't help but exclaim, "Abel, you're growing too fast. I can only watch you from afar. I hope you don't waste your talent."
"How much is this magic weapon worth?" The Lord of Marshall asked curiously, interrupting the conversation between the two masters.
Master Thorin couldn't help but get angry when he heard Lord Marshall using gold coins to measure the value of a golden weapon. However, when he remembered that Lord Marshall was Abel's adoptive father and the owner of the golden weapon, he shook his head helplessly and said, "It's hard to say how much a golden weapon is worth. There are very few records of it being auctioned in history. Most of them are private transactions. If you really want to give a price, the lowest price would be more than 200,000 gold coins."
The Lord of Marshall felt a little dizzy as he shook his body. This price had once again shocked him. Since when did the value of gold coins become in the tens of thousands? Thinking about the castle's income and the savings he had accumulated over the past few decades, they were not even worth a fraction of this magic sword.
However, the Lord of Marshall remembered that this magic weapon was his, and Abel was his heir. His mood suddenly became better. He stood up straight, and his confidence was boosted.
Abel originally wanted to show his new shield to Master Thorin for evaluation. However, the non-elemental magic sword he made before had already shocked Master Thorin. If he took out more magic weapons, it would be too ostentatious. Moreover, Abel also realized that he had underestimated the value of these weapons. Therefore, he decided not to show Master Thorin any more magic weapons.
After returning to the castle, Abel remembered Prince Wyatt's evil intentions. He called out to Lord Marshall and went to Abel's private operating room.
"What's the matter, Abel?" Lord Marshall asked curiously.
"Uncle Marshall, I feel that the matter with Prince Wyatt will not be settled so easily. You must be careful when you go out." Abel whispered his concern.
"Don't worry. The sword in my hand is not afraid of him." Lord Marshall said nonchalantly. He was not an ordinary Knight who could come back alive from the orc battlefield. His glory was earned through the corpses of the orcs.
Looking at Lord Marshall's expression, Abel was even more worried. He picked up the magic shield from the operating table and handed it to Lord Marshall. He said, "This shield is for you. Carry it with you for the next few days."
Lord Marshall took the shield with a happy look on his face. The weapons made by his adopted son were all treasures. After all, they would all belong to Abel in the future. With this mentality, he never rejected anything that Abel gave him.
"What level is this shield?" Lord Marshall asked.
"According to Master Thorin, this is a gold level shield." Abel thought for a moment and said his opinion.
"How's the effect?" Lord Marshall asked with concern.
"It allows you to negate at least the combat energy attack of a high-level Knight." Abel explained.
"Then what am I afraid of? Let Prince Wyatt come. I have two pieces of equipment that are worth 200,000 gold coins and a carriage that is worth 1,000,000 gold coins. That prince can't even afford a magic weapon that is worth 50,000 gold coins. How can he compete with me?"
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