"Oh, look at this beautiful and delicate baby~"

Mrs. Hamilton pressed her fingers against the corners of the scarf, moving back and forth and spinning, giving out a different admiration from each angle.

Mithril is known as "Mistaril" in the Elven language, and it is considered a special material that is widely distributed.

However, due to the scattered production areas and the complexity of the sources, it is difficult for those in power to control them thoroughly.

Later, with the development of trade routes and the unimpeded flow of trade, the number of such objects increased.

There are not many craftsmen who can exert its function and forge it into a vessel.

"Where did you get that?"

Adam asked, and the efficiency of the little man was amazing.

"Contacted a couple of warlords, oh, of course, my identity is 'Adam's friend', and they didn't look it up closely. After all, doing this kind of thing, retaining a sense of mystery for each other, everyone can't ask for it.

We couldn't swallow that lot of ore, so I used it as a bargaining chip to divert it.

Don't worry, I've found several, and there are people sitting everywhere at the table, so that's safe.

This piece of Mithril is at most a sword, and the amount is not large. I just casually showed my interest, and one of my cheerful collaborators gave it to us as a gift. ”

Luka's face was a little bad, he had served as Sean's bodyguard this night, and he had fully seen the talent of the Slavics, and he was still in shock.

For him, some words still need to be read carefully to understand the deep meaning.

Empty-handed, you can talk about so many things!

In any case, Lukka already felt that in the entire stronghold, except for the lord, Sean was the most unprovoked existence.

The blacksmith had already begun to operate, she found an oak barrel, carefully lined it with a few plants, and propped it on the edge of the barrel wall with an iron rod to drain the liquid until it was full.

Mrs. Hamilton's expression was pleasant, and the forging process was actually very enjoyable, especially when it was a test of skill and material was scarce.

"Stinky boys, watch your step."

She tightened the belt of her goggles and put on thick cotton gloves.

As if pinching poison, he gently picked up the soul lamp with iron tongs and sank it into the barrel.

Unsurprisingly, the liquid overflowed, rushing down the edge of the barrel wall, gradually condensing into a small figure.

"God, what the hell is this?"

Lukka exclaimed.

Sean's scalp was tingling—he used to go around looking for a buyer with this thing.

The waterfall is like a dead soul, although abstract, but the expression and body are still clear.

They splashed on the ground, disappeared in an instant, and finally turned white.

On closer inspection, the liquid had frozen over, freezing the barrel firmly on the ground.

The soul lamp was completely soaked in it, and the white smoke curled and swayed on the surface of the water, giving people the illusion that it was a bucket of boiling water.

But the chill can be felt by onlookers.

Mrs. Hamilton said that the thing was quenched last, and that the sound of the rapidly cooling could be heard just by listening to her description.

"Sir, I think you should have a good rest."

"Well, let's do it for now, I'll go back to my room and lie down later."

At this point in time, the morning light was already clear, and the guys who were watching them must have been so sleepy that they almost fainted, and it was easy to slip back into their rooms.

"By the way, do you know where to get the potion for the casting furnace?"

Before Adam left the door, he turned around and asked, and this matter was remembered as much as the ore.

"That's alchemy supplies, and although they are sold in the shop, most of them are apprenticeships. You go to the secret room and ask, I heard that there are a few bottles left in the new batch. ”

"Okay, oh, good morning, everybody."

Adam bowed and left the room.

Sean took off his glasses and rubbed the bridge of his nose, his tone and expression showing exhaustion.

Running a store or mediating among high-ranking adults is not an easy task.

"Little Boy...... Hey, Sean, honestly, I think you're very diligent. I thought you were just a lazy idiot, it was obviously a misunderstanding, I apologize to you. ”

"Okay, I accept."

Sean replied to Luca, his hands and feet were already moving, and he put on his coat and decorated his thin and short body in a decent and elegant manner.

Lukka looked down at all this, and with his observation, the other party had no intention of resting, and the little man was going to inquire about this matter for the lord, so as to ensure that the information could be delivered in time.

He straightened out his blade and got up to follow.

The prisoners have been disbanded and rested, and only one of them can serve as bodyguards.

"You're so diligent, why do you only get mixed up with the tax collector?"

Lukka asked.

"Those idiots don't match my talent, and they never care how long their men work."

Sean grumbled and complained, Lukka by his side, and the morning mist walked around with the hard-working people who had risen up early to work.

There is a sincere listener, who is actually very happy.

At least the little man spoke very happily, and he rebuked the bosses who hugged women and drank red wine, but blamed the lack of taxes on their subordinates.

"Do you think we're diligent? Have you calculated how long the lord has rested, and it is all a life-threatening job, and if you don't pay attention, you will die. ”

"No, no, no,"

Luca retorted for the first time, he said.

"Don't you know this?"

His expression was mysterious, which made Sean a little confused, could there be any secrets that he had missed.

I heard the farmer whisper.

"The lord is an elf, he is very magical, we don't talk about it, otherwise he will disappear."

Sean is a smart man who has experienced aristocratic cultivation and stolen poetry books.

He allowed the air to freeze and be silent, but he never spoke out to refute it.

"Trust me, by the time we get back to report this, the lord will be awake and get to work. I'm not working in vain, I'm trying to accumulate chips to negotiate with Adam! ”

"What are you going to tell your lord?"

Luca is a perfect score for acting as a backdrop, and you can hear a response to any throwing.

The little man looked proud, glanced at the other party, and opened his mouth to answer.

"Mr. Adam, have you been asked about wages?"

Lukka shook his head.

"Hmph, but he talked to the big man who struck iron! I secretly inquired, and it was this number. Boy, think about how much that's going on.

I think I have to at least turn it over...... No, it's several times better! So, I'm worried about everything, and I have to take care of everything here......"

Two figures drifted apart on the street.

One was tall, sideways and listened attentively;

A short shrewd, raised his hand and spoke enthusiastically.

In Sean's vision, he wants to pull up the economic route for the lord, connect all the kingdoms, and spread to the sea, and open up the trade route to the legendary homeland......

Well?

In the hotel room, Adam had just unbuttoned his waistcoat.

[Follower Sean Bragg and subordinate Luca Monk's relationship improves]