......

The Iron King, who was in a good mood, summoned Wright and the others again after they finished their meal, and then ushered in the first blow.

"What?!

Despite being far away, Wright couldn't help but close his eyes, feeling like he was being sprayed all over his face by a giant beast, and the power of the King of Steel Bones was too terrifying.

But when he thought of Master Reinhardt's confession, Wright had to hold on to fear, and weakly responded: "Yes... Yes, it's just becoming... Cost price. ”

Luo Qiu flipped through his memory, and couldn't quite remember how the King of Steel Bones had commissioned it back then, and asked with some confusion: "Didn't I provide the materials?" ”

Wright smiled bitterly and said: "It's not enough, Your Majesty, in addition to skin and tendons, there are other materials, and it is a reaction attempt in the past thirty years, many experiments, and I don't know how many materials are consumed, and this is not counting the time cost of Master Reinhardt." ”

After such a calculation, Luo Qiu suddenly felt that it was not much.

Thirty years, a master blacksmith can't make this money by making something casually?

If it were an ordinary human being, it would be the most precious time period of the career, and it would be priceless. Reinhardt is a lich with a little cheaper time, and he doesn't usually focus all his energy on the armor.

But no matter what, the value of the magic armor that a master forging has spent thirty years forging is immeasurable.

And this is still developed from scratch, Luo Qiu knows very well that research and development is a costly job, a batch of materials smashed in, unsuccessful, materials and time will be wasted.

The time is extended to a span of thirty years, and the consumption of materials alone will be an astronomical amount, and maybe 500,000 gold coins is really the cost of materials.

But no matter how much, the problem came, Luo Qiu whispered to his subordinates with his soul: "Do we have any money?"

The soul's inquiry, Wright and these humans can't hear it, but what Luo Qiu gets is an awkward silence.

The steel bone collar is very poor, Luo Qiu never thought that the steel bone collar would be so poor, rummaged through all the places, including all the undead creature pockets, and only found one thousand and fifty-six gold coins, of which more than two hundred were the phosphorus lamp deposit that Wright and his party had just contributed.

The rest of the gold coins vary in shape, purity, time and country of manufacture, dating as far back as 3,000 years ago in the Kingdom of Ice and Snow, and may be worth a few bucks if sold as an antique.

Fortunately, the undead don't need to pay salaries, and they don't need to import food and cloth, otherwise Luo Qi would have gone bankrupt.

Looking at Wright's eager gaze, Luo Qiu had an urge to cover his face, it was too embarrassing for the dignified steel bone collar to buy things without money.

But no matter how embarrassing it is, what should be faced is still to be faced, Luo Qiu's mind turned for a while, and he immediately found an excuse.

"Wright. Luo Qiu said with a pleasant face: "You must know that the steel bone collar has no economic activity, so there is no meaning to us like gold coins, barter, and the value of the item is not easy to determine, so let's go back and tell Reinhardt, I will find time to deal with the previous loot, what Archangel's sword, the Pope's scepter, Thor's hammer or something, I will transport the money to him in a year." ”

The King of Steelbones said that he owed it first, and he would pay back the money when he turned around and sold his property, what else could Wright say? He could only obediently agree, saying that he would tell Reinhardt, and then he took someone to pat his ass and leave.

Wright and his party went down to rest, and the remaining undead creatures were in the main hall, you look at me, I look at you, and there was another awkward silence.

If it is a normal country, if there is no money to ask the financial department, why is there no money to ask the commercial department and the production department, but Luo Qiu looked around, and still didn't know who to ask.

They simply asked together: "Let's talk about it, within a year, how can we raise 500,000 gold coins to pay for the forging fee of the magic armor?"

Everyone looked at each other for a while, and finally Mobuck spoke: "Your Majesty, didn't you say that you would sell the Sword of the Archangel, the Pope's Scepter, and the Mjolnir? ”

Is there really an archangel sword or something? Luo Qiu was a little stunned, he just casually reported a few nouns just now, could it be that he had really cut down an archangel or a pope or thunder god or something like that before?

He motioned for someone to bring his booty over, and soon a tattered, dull iron sword was presented to him.

"This is the Sword of the Archangel?Who kept it?!" Luo Qiu roared in disbelief, while quickly searching his own memories, and finally found a record of the Archangel Sword in his memory for a long time, which was indeed a bit similar to the broken sword in front of him, it was the trophy obtained by him by hacking down a sword saint of the Church of Light seven thousand years ago.

But back then, this sword was shining, and it could be seen thousands of meters above its head, and it was very eye-catching like a lighthouse, and it was as gray as it is now.

The gold-edged patterns on the surface, the inlaid gems have all fallen off, and the wood of the handle has also cracked and rotted, thanks to the relatively dry bones of the bone keep, otherwise it would have been rusted and rotted long ago.

Everyone looked at each other for a while, and finally Dorian said, "You threw it into the storehouse by yourself, and no one kept it." ”

Dare to be mistaken is his own pot, Luo Qiu's old face turned red, and he quickly changed the topic: "Then why did it become like this?"

Locks leaned over, looked at it carefully and said: "This is a holy weapon, its material is very ordinary, and it is a little ancient, the previous smelting technology was too poor, but because of the blessing of the holy power, it is very powerful, and now it has been stored for too long, and the divine power is lost, so it has become like this." ”

"Hallow?" Luo Qi said.

"Yes, the holy weapon refers to the kind of weapon that is blessed with supernatural power such as divine power, belief yuan power, soul power, etc., it can also be called a horcrux and an artifact, which need to be blessed constantly, and their materials do not need to be too strong or too sharp, as long as they can accommodate unconventional power. ”

The next Pope's Scepter and Thor's Hammer gave Luo Qiu a clearer understanding, the Pope's Scepter is wood, and Thor's Hammer is stone, all of which are rags thrown on the side of the road and no one wants, without the blessing of power, these things are worthless.

And most of the trophies of the King of Steel Bones are of this type, after all, it is difficult for ordinary weapons to hurt the King of Steel Bones, and most of the weapons that can pose a threat to him are holy weapons, and only these things are qualified to become his trophies.

I rummaged through my own warehouse, and finally found that there were less than ten pieces that could be taken out and sold, and it would be very good to sell them all for 20,000 gold coins.

As for those holy weapons, although they have a certain historical value and commemorative value, they also need people who are willing to bid, and the countries and forces that are willing to pay for these values have long been leveled by the King of Steel and Bone.

To sum up, there is a word nailed to the King of Steel Bones behind him - poor.