Well, happy days are always short-lived. After seven days of gourmet indulgence, Noron once again brought Ellie to the Fullmetal Alchemy Guild, hoping that their vice president had returned.

Standing at the front desk today is still the female receptionist from the previous day, but the younger receptionist is gone, but replaced by a woman, and I don't know if the boy who is always nervous has been fired or what. When the receptionist saw Nolon, she smiled slightly and knew what he meant: "Hello, Dear Mr. Norlon, Vice President Crow has returned. I mentioned your request to Vice President Crowle, and he said that there is basically no problem, but the details need to be negotiated with you in person. ”

She nodded to her colleague and walked out of the front desk: "Vice President Crowle's office is on the third floor, he should be working there now, please come with me." ”

The receptionist, whose name we still don't know, walked in front and led the way in the direction opposite the alchemy room: "This time in the Barren Cliff Mountains, everyone's harvest is good, and Vice President Crow has also found the metal ore he wants, so he is in a good mood now." She smiled and whispered to me.

Why did the receptionist tell Noron about this kind of inside information? This was because he had secretly tipped her a gold coin the other day, and of course she would have helped Noron keep an eye on it. If the vice president is in a bad mood today, and Noron hits his head again, it will not be good to have twists and turns. A tip for one gold coin may save you a few hundred gold coins, so why not?

I followed her up to the third floor and came to a room marked with the nameplate of the vice president's room. She motioned for Noron to wait for a moment, and knocked on the door gently: "Hello, Lord Claure, the guest I made an appointment with you yesterday is waiting outside the door, is it convenient for you now?" ”

"Ah, all right, Miss Potsta, please come in." It was the voice of an elderly man with a slight smile, and the receptionist, who turned out to be Potsta, gently pushed open the door, and appeared in front of the three of them an old gentleman who was at least sixty years old and wearing a very ordinary alchemical robe.

"Good morning, you're Mr. Norlon, aren't you? Miss Potsta, pour us a cup of tea. ”

The old gentleman stood up from his chair and motioned for Noron and Ellie to sit down on the couch beside him, and Noron glanced around the office.

A bench by the window, then a square desk with the left side of the desk against the wall. On the right, too, is a large bookcase against the wall, with a distance of about two meters flowing out of the middle. There are at least hundreds of books in the bookcase, and some of them are exuding a slight magical power. Next to the door is a set of reception sofas, in the middle of which is a rectangular glass coffee table. There is also a cashmere carpet on the floor, two pots of green plants in the corner, a landscape oil painting hanging on the wall, and a magic crystal lamp carved in the shape of a bird hanging from the ceiling.

"Thank you, Miss Potsta." Noron took the hot tea in her hand, took a sip and placed it on the coffee table in front of the couch. Potsta helped a few people make tea, bowed slightly to the old man, and left the office and closed the door gently.

"Hello, Mr. Norlon, and this lovely young lady. Potsta has already told me what you want, and it's pretty simple for me. But I'll still have to ask for the specifics, just in case anything goes wrong. The old man seemed to be in a good mood, and the smile on his lips had never disappeared since Noron entered the office.

"Of course, Master Crowle." It seems that this old man is very responsible.

"No, no, no, don't call me master, I only passed the assessment of the master of magic refining this year, don't mention the master. When people hear it, I'm going to laugh and be generous. Mr. Norlon, you can just call me Crowle. ”

He said so, but Noron wasn't stupid enough to do what he said. Still with a little respect, he discussed some details with Vice President Crowle: "Then, Master Crowle. I mainly wanted to use a ton of molten steel, which I would gradually consume, to conduct a magic refining experiment, but in the meantime, I needed to keep the molten steel flowing and not let it solidify into a lump of steel. In addition to that, I also needed a quiet place with a pool large enough to hold a ton of molten steel, so that I would not be disturbed during the alchemy. ”

"Oh, so Mr. Noron is still a magician? What a young man! ”

"Awards, awards. I have a lot to learn more than Mr. Crowle. "The sedan chair carries people, even if it is a polite compliment, it cannot be ignored.

"Huh." Although Vice President Claure did not nod directly, he still smiled with a little pride. In fact, there is only one magic refining master in the entire Platia Empire, and that is Master Qilu, and the master master can also be counted with one pair of hands.

"No problem, our Steelmetal Alchemy Guild can do what you ask, so let's calculate the price first. In order to ensure at least one ton of molten steel, then one thousand one hundred kilograms of steel are needed, which is considered eleven gold, and the quiet room is three days, and the rental price is ten gold a day, for a total of thirty gold. To ensure the fluidity of the molten steel, I will provide you with a special fire crystal that I have researched myself, which can continue to release high temperatures for twelve hours after being activated by magic power, and just put it in the molten steel. Since it is necessary to ensure that the molten steel will not be melted for three days, then six fire crystals are needed. This kind of fire crystal is two hundred gold coins, so all the sums add up, a total of one thousand two hundred and forty-one gold coins, right? ”

Noron nodded, and Mr. Crow smiled and continued: "Even if you are 1,240 in total, I will not bargain." The guild has plenty of steel and fire crystal, and as long as you pay the bill, we can start at any time. ”

"Well, okay, so do you have a portable gold card transferr? I'll transfer 1,000 gold coins through the gold card, and another 240 gold coins will be paid with standard units of magic crystals, do you think it's okay? ”

"No problem." Crow nodded. He walked over to his desk and pulled out a transfer device with a gold card stuck in it.

Seeing Noron paying the money happily, Crowle's smile became much warmer: "Then I'll call someone to get the materials, let's go to the alchemy room first." But is this little lady also together? There is molten steel in the alchemy room, and the temperature is very high, and weak children can't stand it! ”

Noron touched Ellie, who had behaved much more wantonly since she no longer needed her to pretend to be a feeble little human girl, and was waving her little fist at Mr. Crowle. Mr. Claure, who laughed at the protest of the cute little girl, shook his head: "Ellie is no ordinary child, and a little temperature is nothing. ”

"Oh, really?" When Claure heard this, he couldn't help but look at Ellie carefully: "Okay, since that's the case, I won't say anything more, let's go down." Crow stood up and walked out of the office without closing the door.

"Thank you for your concern, Mr. Crowle." Noron followed him downstairs after politely thanking him from behind.

PS: Ask for collections, ask for recommendations, ask for support!