Create the Age of Magic

　　 Horn weighed in his shriveled purse with fifty gold coins, and showed a poor smile.

　　 It’s not just the chilling sword, all the weapons in this shop are expensive, and the cheapest very simple sword costs 20 gold coins.

　　 I don’t know if he is the right choice to come here for consultation, after all, he is shy...

　　 After learning that Horne didn’t buy anything but waited for the boss to come out, the clerk’s expression became cold.

　　 There is a commission when he sells weapons, but if Horn and the others don't buy weapons, he won't make any money.

　　Horn didn't let the two of them wait for much time, the boss returned with iron, he grabbed a towel and wiped the sweat on his body at random, then put the towel on his body and came to the two of them.

　　 "Are you looking for me to build something? If you have a weapon, you can check the wall first to see if it is suitable."

　　 His skin is slightly darkened, beard and gray, and his age is not young, his strong muscles seem to contain infinite power, but what makes Horn strange is that this boss is just an ordinary person.

　　 Stop thinking, Horn pushed the shield in front of the boss and said:

　　 "I didn't come here to build weapons, but to know what material this thing is made of?"

　　 The boss was wiping his sweat and froze, and he raised the shield carefully and looked at it. After a while, he looked at Horn thoughtfully and said:

　　 "Young man, this is the holy artifact of the north wind!"

"Yes, you have good eyesight." Horn complimented. He could recognize that the North Wind Sacred Artifact relied on the teachings of Old Douglas and the appearance of the shield when it was in effect. An ordinary blacksmith could recognize it with its current shabby appearance. It is already very knowledgeable to say that the North Wind Holy Artifact.

　　 The boss didn’t even shake his eyebrows. Such compliments were just commonplace for him. He continued to say to Horn:

　　 "I don't ask you how this shield came from. You won't say it anyway, but can I ask you why you ask for the material?"

　　 "Does this have anything to do with recognizing the material of this shield?" Horn asked.

　　 "It's okay," the boss replied.

　　 Horn pushed his glasses and said, "Then it's just curiosity."

　　 "Curious, 嗞嗞, curious." The boss obviously didn't believe it, but he didn't press on.

　　 "From the rift, the metal in this north wind saint is thunder silver."

　　 "Thunder Silver?" Horn asked suspiciously. He hadn't even heard of this metal.

　　 "This kind of metal is used by the Raiden Church very much. It has a much higher hardness than ordinary metals but is not easy to forge. Thor Church has a special method for forging this metal."

　　 The boss picked up the water glass on the table, took a sip of water and said.

　　 "What's next?" The inner material is Thunder Silver, what about the outer material?

　　 "I have to study other things, and I will get the results tomorrow at most."

　　 "Well, I'll leave this thing with you. We will pick it up tomorrow."

　　 Horn left and left.

　　 "You won't run away with this thing." Enoch walked to the door and said suddenly.

　　 The boss laughed blankly: "If this sacred weapon is still intact, I am afraid it will be more expensive than my most precious sword, but any sword here in this shabby state is worth more than this."

　　 Enoch scratched his head and felt that this was the same reason. Unusable sacred artifacts are not as good as handicrafts. The value of this thing is to be a souvenir.

　　 The two left the smithy and headed to the grocery area.

　　 passing through is the slave area,

　　 Compared with the weapons area, the slave area is not at the same level, and the flow of people is not at the same level.

　　 There are thick wooden stakes everywhere on the roadside. Each stake is fixed with at least five or six index finger-thick ropes, and the ends of the ropes are tied to slaves who are not covered by clothes and have eyes and eyes.

　　 Horn closed his right eye and stood there for a while after seeing these stakes. He calmed down his emotions so as not to lose control of his emotions. The old Douglas' education made him a natural resistance to the slave trade.

　　 But Horn wasn't going to lose control because he saw the slaves, but the stakes reminded him of the torture racks in Len City.

　　 He sympathized with these slaves, but he would not want to liberate these slaves. His own mission was already heavy enough and he was unable to carry the burden of slaves.

　　At this time Horn suddenly thought, which of these shackles slaves or the wild witches tied to the stake is more tragic?

　　 The same fetters, the same inability to see the future, which one is more desperate than losing your free and dignified personality and losing your life?

　　 Horn can't think of it.

　　 With a heavy heart, the two left the slave area and went to the grocery area

　　 After they came to the grocery area, the two were shocked again. Well, they are often shocked since they came to Maman City.

　　 The grocery area is different from other areas. There are so many things here, which is very shocking at first glance.

　　 But because there are so many things here, it takes more time to find what you want.

　　 The total amount of things that Horn needs is not too large, but the number of items is very large~www.wuxiahere.com~ The two bought separately after shopping in the grocery section and finally managed to buy everything.

　　 The sky was getting dark, and Enoch and Horn came to the grain area carrying a big bag. They came here to buy Warcraft blood.

　　 Many of the meat of Warcraft are high-quality ingredients in Ceylon, but the blood of Warcraft is not expensive. If Horn hadn't said to buy it, many merchants would throw away the released blood.

　　 After spending only a few gold coins, the two returned to the hotel with a string of water sacs containing the blood of various monsters.

　　……

　　 In the backyard of Uncle Dwarf’s blacksmith’s shop, the boss sits on a chair seriously and talks with a young man:

　　 "Is he a disciple of the magician?"

　　 "Yes, it's genuine."

　　 A man sitting leisurely on a chair eating something replied that he was the Dragon Slayer Ilya!

　　 "Why did he come to me, did you give him any hint?" the boss asked Ilya in a low voice.

　　 Ilya put her hand on the table and put her chin on her hand, thinking about it for a long time before opening her mouth:

　　 "Probably... it's a coincidence."

　　 After hearing this, the boss frowned, and his right index finger flicked at Ilya’s forehead. When the finger popped out, there was a loud sonic boom!

　　 Ilya suddenly raised her head behind her, and when she moved her head back, there was a blue-purple bruise on her forehead!

　　 "There is no coincidence, I don't believe this kind of nonsense, there must be a reason for him to find me!"

　　 Ilya clutched her forehead and patted the boss on the shoulder and said, "Don't worry, I will support you if something happens, even if I can't, you will still be there, Gee."

　　 The boss was silent,

　　 "Your Iron Fist Kilburgh is not a vain name. It's fine if you have an enemy to break it."