Sharp Spirit, a material used in the game for the enchantment of the weapon, is usually a hard, irregularly shaped lump with a metallic sheen, the size of a finger to a fist, and a surprising weight (density...... Veteran Enchanters have another affectionate name for this thing, including, as some players call it, the Blade Essence, also known as the "Iron Spirit". Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

They are often born with iron ore, but not every iron ore can find their existence, according to some experienced old miners, this kind of thing is the essence of iron ore, the product of the active earth element - in the game world of the previous life, otaku had obtained and used these things many times, according to the knowledge of science and engineering in his mind, he initially thought that the so-called "iron essence" was just some high-purity iron ore, like the rich core in the ore. But then, after some verification, he found out that he was wrong.

According to the principle of displacement reaction in basic chemistry, he did not get the expected result: he threw copper sol into the dragon's breath acid, and the small copper plate quickly foamed in the liquid, and then he threw a small piece of "iron essence" with tweezers, and after a while, the "iron essence" was picked up, and the top was still clean, and even the uneven veins on the gray surface did not change in the slightest.

Perhaps, the iron in "iron essence" is not elemental? ――The otaku in his previous life simulated a small chemical experiment in the game, and the failure of the displacement reaction was not enough to explain the problem, and he quickly thought of using the principle of flame color.

The hot flames were easily available in the hands of players of a certain level, and the Iron Spirit was placed in a pale flame, but the final sight almost blinded his kryptonite eyes - multicolored, like diamonds that refract the sun, and the rays of light shone with dreamy colors.

He finally remembered that the world he was in was just a game after all, although it looked basically the same under the slogan of holographic realism, but some subtleties could not be covered by the game's designers in all aspects - after understanding this joint, he no longer drilled the horns and continued to use the thinking of a polytechnic otaku to understand this virtual world.

But now, he had already determined that he really existed in the continent of Ellandia, the Northland, and Nogo-Glo's mind was spinning, and he keenly smelled an opportunity to make a fortune: in this real world, the composition of the "Shining Stone" may have a good chance to be measured, and after measurement, it can basically be mass-produced through some process. And the price of this stuff?

In the early stages of the game, between the beginning of 554 and the summer of 556 in the Arrandiac calendar, the Blade Essence with the weapon Sharp Enchantment was worth three times as much as gold, and its value increased several times in subsequent versions of War.

Glo never forgot the idea of making himself strong, and wealth is also an important aspect of hard power. In this troubled era of strife, gold coins can be used to spend time and drink, and can also be used to recruit troops...... Since then, life has stepped into a vast world.

A mountain of gold.

Glo couldn't help but think of the mine bosses who wore thick gold chains around their necks in their previous lives, wearing a pair of big sunglasses when they traveled, hugging each other back and forth, with beautiful women around him like clouds, and little brothers behind him like rain......

"Mr. Glo...... Will it take us a long time to go to Afron? ”

Glo was in an endless reverie, and Miss Mage finally asked, after thinking for a while. Her hands were as white as mutton fat on her flat chest, and her ten fingers were stirred together with some uneasiness.

"It shouldn't take long."

Miss Mage's crisp voice pulled him back to his mind, and Glo thought for a moment, and quickly replied - this is how he planned: after returning to Afron, he would go to the church to deliver the mission, and then return to Shamrock Manor to ask the baron for some time off. After that, spend some time in the local area from the Chamber of Commerce and out-of-town merchants for news of the Brilliant Essence before returning to the Ampton Mine.

He had no intention of giving up his job as a swordsmanship master - not to mention the generous salary of twenty raels a month, and the fact that he had a good relationship with Marculo Escud, the future lord of Afron, made it impossible for him to give up easily. As the boss of the "Wild Wolf" bandit group, although he is at ease, in the end, this is not a profession worth sticking to for a long time.

As the morning sun rose in the mountains and the fog at dawn faded, Ladia learned a little about the Ampton mines, and the two quickly ended their intimate discussion and walked back to the village where they had been staying.

Then they saw Miss Lena, who was dressed neatly. The red-haired girl bit her lip and glanced at Radia and then at Glo.

There are no lip prints.

At least, there are no visible parts at a glance.

Miss Lena's gaze was meaningful. Not far away, in the clearing in the middle of the village, the two noble knights, Cody and Lars, turned their heads in amusement, and the knight Miss Alyssa glanced at Glo's figure from a distance, and with a hint of disdain, she pulled the priest Winnie, back to the room behind her, and began to pack her bags for departure—not much, just the weapons, armor, and adventures she had with her, plus the food she had received from the old village chief.

"Now that everyone is rested, let's go."

As the leader of the expedition team, Glo gave orders to Miss Lena in a serious manner. Then, seeing Miss Lena glaring at him just as fiercely, she simply turned and went into the room where she had stayed last night, and cleaned up with Alyssa and Priest Winnie.

"Has her personality been infected by that nasty dead woman?"

Glo thought to himself.

……

Necropolis City, Angus Rosente's tower, in the lowest basement, is a pitch-black dungeon.

Five ragged humans, four young men, and a woman, one of whom belonged to a pair of siblings, who had been wandering mercenaries from Lazis, had been in the trade for many years, skilled in swordsmanship, and skilled in wild adventures, but which had long since come to this gloomy and deserted place.

They were silent, leaning against the corner like a puddle of mud, their long prison life had deprived them of their vitality and appearance, and the reason why they were still breathing was only because the terrible lich above brought some food from time to time.