Looking at His Royal Highness Brandon de Salion, who was thin and small, without any coercion or image, the dean felt a cold touch, and he was constantly climbing up his back.

"No, don't believe me?" his voice trembled, as if he had heard something terrifying, "Your Highness, I am a native of Sakrand, I have been in the Sakran Prince's realm all my life, and I am as loyal to the House of Satharion as all Sakran ......"

"Yes, you are honest and down-to-earth, like every one of my dear Sakran folks, and this is the most perfect virtue of the Sacklands. ”

His Royal Highness the Prince snorted coldly, with a bit of sarcasm in his eyes: "Please tell my Excellency the Dean, have you ever learned arithmetic?"

"Don't dare to be proficient!"

"Yes, the Sakran people are not very good at arithmetic, and they don't have clever brains. Brandon shrugged, "But as the head of the Crucible Academy, you should be an extremely good alchemist, right?"

"I, I'm just a loyal courtier of the empire, a loyal courtier of your family!" the dean wiped the sweat from his forehead desperately.

"Then answer my question, how many pounds of raw ore do you need to forge a Mithril alloy sword?" His Royal Highness the Prince asked coldly, "You must know such a precious and important material very well, right?"

"I ......"

"Let me tell you, you wrote fifty pounds on the file, and a piece of armor inlaid with Mithril armor plates is sixty pounds, sixty pounds!"

"Sixty pounds of Mithril, raw ore! This is already close to a thousand pounds of gold, and the market price can be tripled!Your Excellency the Dean of the Crucible Academy, do you really know that this rare mineral deposit does not exist in Saklan, and all of it was purchased by the Empire from the dwarves at a high price with the help of the Entente?!"

"I beg your pardon, but the refining of this mineral deposit is indeed very difficult, and we don't have the excellent refining technology of the dwarves!" The dean could only reply stubbornly: "We have saved as much as possible, but this requires a lot of experiments and data, and it needs to be smelted again and again to improve the efficiency of use!"

"Hmm...... So, these are necessary expenses, sacrifices of last resort in order to enable the empire to master an important technology?"

"That's right, Your Highness Brandon!" the dean hurriedly said, "We know very well that it is impossible for such a large number of experimental empires to be approved, so we can only flatten the cost to every legion's material order, as well as the orders of the imperial nobles, and there is no way to do it!"

"There's no way out......" Sighing softly, Brandon approached the dean, raised the index finger of his right hand, and looked at him meaningfully:

"For the sake of all the years you have worked hard for the Sakran Empire, without merit or pain, I give you one last chance to repent before me at the Holy Cross, and to confess once and for all, and I promise to give you a not too bad ending, and a chance to live in peace. ”

"Enjoy...... Old age?" The dean was shocked: "Your Highness, I... I'm not even fifty years old this year!"

"If you refuse, and wait until my wizard advisors find those 'mythril that shouldn't exist'......" Brandon stared at him, shaking his right hand, "See my finger?"

"I'll use this index finger to gouge out your eyeballs... Or rather, cut out? I don't know the wording, but I think you should be able to understand what I mean. ”

"You know what I mean, right?

Dean... Your Excellency?"

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"Bell ——!"

The moment the white light of the Firefly Spell illuminated the entire warehouse, Loren suddenly turned and drew his sword, and the deadly sword slammed into the spine of his sword!

In the face of such an intuitive enemy, dodging within three steps is of little use other than sending yourself to his sword blade to die, especially if the opponent has long been on guard against him.

The bright light dissipated, and the warehouse returned to darkness.

The sword blade that could stand up was only a millimeter away from his cheek, and if he slipped half a halfway, his entire head would be cut off, and the black-haired wizard's face was not afraid at all, and the corners of his mouth were slightly hooked.

I finally see your face, Lord of the Guardians......

The guard knight in front of him still had a cold and sculpture-like expression, but compared with him before, he was really down and down - the armor on his body was gone, and only an ordinary wandering knight was left, with some yellowed complexion and messy hair, which also showed that the other party was not having a good time during this time.

The only thing that hasn't changed is probably this knight's sword full of crumbles.

I see... Giving up the heavy armor in exchange for flexibility, coupled with his own carelessness, led to not discovering the existence of the other party, this luck is really bad.

But on the other hand, the other party didn't know about his existence early on, and his current state is probably not as good as before, otherwise...... The black-haired wizard glanced at the blade on the right side of his cheek.

That sword was dead on its own just now, right?

"You haven't answered my question yet, Your Excellency the Guardian Knight. Unable to withstand the opponent's attack, Loren chuckled and asked:

"Is the adult who came with you in this warehouse?"

The guard knight's expression was cold, and he replied with a fierce sword!

Swinging through Loren's block, a sword blade that slashed through the air with a silver trajectory struck from under the ribs on the right side, and the narrow space between the shelves did not allow him to slide and dodge, so he could only raise his sword to parry.

"Bell ——!"

In the midst of the fire, Loren could clearly hear the whining and cracking sound of the sword's spine, and he could feel a trembling pain in his knuckles and jaw—a steel longsword that had just been forged at Eberden, and he hadn't used it once since he left.

How strong is the other party?!

With the power of that sword, the guard knight swept straight upwards with his steps, and the parrying sword was directly broken in response, completely trying to split the black-haired wizard alive!

Even between the narrow shelves, Loren still caught the gap to dodge, and then flung the broken sword with his backhand at the front door of the Guardian Knight.

Not surprisingly, the guard knight with the sword in both hands immediately changed the trajectory of the blade and knocked the broken sword aside. But Loren also extended the distance between the two to three paces.

"The situation is reversed......" Loren adjusted himself to get back into shape, and pressed the bright silver on his waist with his right hand: "I'm afraid this is not the result you wanted, right?"

He could feel the strong killing intent of the guard knight in front of him.

This is just right, if you kill the guard knight here, some "adult" hiding in the shadows should also show his head, right?

Then kill him here!

The Guardian Knight swung his sword again to force the black-haired wizard back, and the long sword, which was already full of crumbles, was unmatchedly sharp, so cold that the air could be heard tearing through the air three steps away.

Squatting down to dodge, the fierce blade swept through the air less than two centimeters from the tip of the black-haired wizard's nose, and Loren, who didn't look at it, held the bright silver with his left hand, and used his right arm as a support, and kicked the wooden box on the shelf towards the guard knight.

"Boom!"

In the next second, the wooden box shattered in response to the sound, and the sawdust and several iron swords in the box shattered. The expressionless guard knight ignored the iron sword that had not yet fallen in the air, and suddenly raised his head!

The black-haired wizard looked calm and retreated as he searched for an obstruction, a wooden box full of shields and iron swords thrown at the guard knights.

One by one, the wooden boxes shattered, the wreckage of short swords and shields danced in the air, and the explosion of steel swords was like the roar of a fierce beast, and it pounced on Loren who was still retreating with an unstoppable momentum!

Three-step, two-step, one-step...... Cut by an iron sword, slashed by sawdust, the rampaging guard knight has come to the front, the sword held high.

Right now!

His pupils shrank suddenly, and he suddenly turned around and grasped the hilt of the bright silver sword with both hands, and the gray-blue sword light was like a giant dragon spitting flames, leaving no room to slash horizontally towards the guard knight who stepped within three steps!

The fire exploded!

The knight's long sword full of crumbles slashed from top to bottom, forcibly curbing the bright silver sword, and the colliding sword spine continued to spit sparks, but it couldn't get closer than half a step!

Blocked down... It's actually blocked... No, no, no, Bright Silver is not an ordinary weapon, it is more like an explosion than a slash, so it can only be that the explosion of Void Power is not enough to tear apart the opponent's weapon!

I see......

"No wonder your sword can tear through the armor of the legionnaires......" The startled Loren couldn't help but mutter, staring at those eyes: "Your Excellency the Guardian Knight, your sword ......

Mithril is mixed with it, right?"