After the transaction was completed, Modrian did not rush to leave, and his fair melancholy face was full of sincere smiles: "I heard that there are a lot of magic equipment in the Richodin blacksmith shop, I wonder if Lord Bayer can show us it?" ”

Bayer raised his head and took a deep look at Modrian in front of him, the cold winter sun shining through the wooden window on the young figure, a little blurry, some unclear.

"The Rivoldine blacksmith shop is open for business, how can it push away the customers!" Bayer rubbed behind the wooden table for a while, and a roar rang out in the room.

The wall where the remains of the beast hung moved abruptly, revealing a simple wooden ladder that winds its way up to the upper floor.

"Come with me, two!" Bayer enters the wooden ladder first and leads the way in front.

Looking at the figure of the red-bearded dwarf in front of him, Modrian noticed a slight difference, Bayer's height was dozens of centimeters taller than the dwarf outside, about one meter and a half, and under the thin clothes were strong bulging muscles.

"It's an interesting design, but I didn't expect the Rivoldin clan to be proficient in mechanics in addition to casting!" Modrian said in admiration as he entered the wooden ladder.

"Organs? It's an alchemy design from a goblin, but it's not just a trap! Bayer said calmly, as if to point out.

After a few conversations, Bayer and Modrian had reached the second floor of the Rivoldine blacksmith's shop, and if the antechamber was opulent, it was a place of sober elegance and a unique view.

Under the simple decoration, there are a patchwork of transparent glass cabinets, each of which will contain a piece of magical equipment that emits energy fluctuations, weapons, armor, rings, etc., a variety of dazzling.

As far as the eye could see, Modrian had a preliminary estimate of nearly twenty pieces of magical equipment here, greed spreading in his heart, but reason suppressed desire.

The Rivoldin Blacksmith Shop, as a chain of shops that opened all over the continent of Karadimos, was not only only about striking iron and casting, otherwise it would have been devoured altogether.

"Lord Bayer, how much gold shield is the cheapest magic item here?" Modrian asked, not seeming to be a little embarrassed.

Hearing this, Bayer frowned, glanced at Modrian strangely and said, "The cheapest, that is a low-level magic item, worth about 600 gold shields, what type do you need?" ”

"Oh, Lord Bayer, is there any specific distinction between magic items?" Modrian heard the difference in Bayer's tone, and asked curiously, most of the memories of the predecessor were in Perris Castle, and there was not a lot of knowledge about alchemy items.

Perhaps because he was satisfied with the previous deal, Bayer did not show impatience, and casually explained: "Magic items can be divided into: low-level, medium-level, high-level, according to the different qualities, the magic power is different, in addition, there are more excellent magic items, those are not what we low-level transcendents can imagine." ”

"Thank you, Lord Bayer, for your doubts." Modrian's expression was delighted, but there were other thoughts in his heart, Bayer's explanation explained that when the League of Legends system dismantled magic items, the number of blue essences obtained was different according to the quality, and the original conjecture was also positively confirmed.

"So what type of magic items you need to buy, I can tell you more about it." Bayer said in a flat tone.

"I'm sorry, Lord Bayer, but I can't afford any magic items right now." Modrian said helplessly, ignoring Bayer's suddenly ugly face, because that was exactly what it was.

600 gold guilders, although not much for Modrian's current financial situation, but it also occupies nearly a quarter of the gold guilders, if he insists on spending this part of the gold guilders, it may drag down his own finances, after all, the supply of the hundreds of Noxian cavalry in Fort Digvo, as well as Cooper's expenditure in the town of Irwindale.

In the end, the deal for magical items did not work out, and Modrian cheekily left the Rivoldine blacksmith with Gregory, but it was not bad that the weapons and equipment that Fort Vrauden urgently needed had been resolved.

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Time passed quickly, the aristocratic gatherings arrived, and the whole city of Edalas seemed to become more prosperous at night, and the wide streets were punctuated by elegant carriages and carved coats of arms to show the status of the nobility.

In the pale cyan manor, Modrian stood in front of the bronze mirror, looking at himself in the mirror, the black gentleman's dress was exquisitely fitted, the chest and collar were dotted with gold silk edges, the white gloves were soft and comfortable, and the banquet dress was very formal.

"Lord Modrian, Steward Dodd reminds us that it's time to go." Outside the door, Gregory reminded in a deep voice.

After a little washing, Modrian walked out of the room and saw Gregory in a black dress at the door, looking at his neck moving from time to time, it seemed uncomfortable.

"Gregory, bear with me, just one night, after the nobles' gathering, we should stay for one more day at most before we go back to Fort Vovo." Modrian said with a smile.

"Okay!" Gregory shrugged helplessly, and then complimented, "Lord Modrian, you look quite handsome and dashing now. ”

"I love your compliments." Modrian patted Gregory on the shoulder. "Let's go, we can't let Uncle Benny wait for us."

At the gate of the manor, after a short wait, Baron Benny arrived dressed in the aristocratic dress common in the Kingdom of Stoke, with a black gentleman's uniform embroidered with intertwining green branches on the chest.

"It's almost time, little one, let's go." Baron Benny looked at Modrian and nodded, then boarded the carriage driven by Steward Dodd.

"Okay, Uncle Benny." Modrian said respectfully, and then boarded the familiar carriage as well, while Gregory sat in front like Steward Dodd.

The magnificent carriage moved smoothly and quickly through the city of Edalas, and the surrounding scenery shimmered like a slide, until it slowed down until Harriman Castle.

Out of curiosity, Modrian lifted the curtain of the window and took a cursory look at Harriman Castle, which was more like a military fortress, with a heavy and ancient atmosphere paving the surface, a faint dry blood on the towering gray walls, and vigilant aristocratic guards standing on the battlements, their blades reflecting the falling moonlight.

During the Ten Years of the Great Patriotic War, the expeditionary forces of the Elanfaro Empire once broke through the outer city of Edalas and reached the castle of Harriman, only to return here in vain, leaving behind countless bones and corpses.

"It's also fate, among the legions who came to relieve the siege of Edalas City at that time, there was Brooke's guy, and it was also in that tragic war that Brooke and Count Raphael formed a deep friendship." Baron Benny saw Modrian's movements, and there was a look of remembrance on his handsome face, and he was also involved in that war.

"Really? I never heard my father mention it. Modrian lowered his eyes and said lightly.

Baron Benny froze for a moment when he heard this, and then smiled, he didn't want to get involved in Brooke's family affairs, especially the battle for the succession to the title.