Tolstoy looked over and over at the small stones, which were not big, but had an infinite sense of depth, and his heart was extremely satisfied.

Alum magic stones, and they are still high-grade, and being able to get these alum magic stones will bring Tolstoy more satisfaction than successfully forging a high-grade equipment.

He was obsessed with materials, and perhaps it was because of this that he became a generation of forging masters, standing at the top of the pyramid and looking down on all beings.

The reason why every top powerhouse is born is because they have reached the level of obsession in their own field, which has surpassed countless people.

Only a fool can concentrate.

Rayser's forging master level is only level four, and the forging master of this level is in a very embarrassing situation, with a low-level forging master at the bottom and an intermediate forging master at the top. The low-level forging division is the cornerstone of the forging master guild, the intermediate forging division is the mainstay of the guild, and the fourth level is neither the cornerstone nor the mainstay, and it is still a watershed, I don't know how many forging masters have been stuck at this level all their lives, and they will never reach the fifth level.

Although there is a Forging Grandmaster-level teacher, the Forging Master Guild's level exam is absolutely fair, and the reason why Rayser has never been able to reach the level of a fifth-level forging master is because his material discrimination ability has never met the requirements. He's not like Gloomy, he has a terrifying memory, and he has almost as long as the average life expectancy of the dwarves, and he has a few thick bluestone brick-like materials on his back, and it will take him a long time to memorize them.

Because the ability to distinguish materials is not up to par, it took three times longer than his teacher Tolstoy to completely determine the authenticity of these alum magic stones, and it is limited to the real and fake, and he can't tell the quality of the alum magic stones.

Tolstoy did not blame his disciple for his failure, the alum magic stone was originally prepared for forgers above level seven, although Rayser's talent was enough for him to reach the level of a seventh-level forging master, but not now.

According to Tolstoy's estimates, it would take at least a hundred years for Reiser to reach the point of a seventh-level forger, and if he wanted to be promoted to eighth, it would take another fifty years.

The work of the blacksmith is a refutation, the young blacksmith does not have enough experience and background, and the old blacksmith has enough background and experience, but age has become a limit to their strength - their physical strength is not as rich as that of the young blacksmith, and the strength when swinging the hammer is not as strong as that of the young blacksmith. Forging a piece of equipment, they usually take longer, which means more tempering, and more tempering means a decrease in strength.

This argument is simply unsolvable.

Tolstoy wanted to try his new discipleship.

"Dark, come here. Tolstoy beckoned as he was looking down and thinking about what to do.

The teacher commanded, and the students did not dare to disobey. Gloomy had to abandon the plan he was thinking about and come to Tolstoy instead.

"Teacher, what do you command?" asked him respectfully.

"Take a look at these alum magic stones and see if you can tell them. Tolstoy handed over the alum magic stone in his hand.

"Teacher, don't look at it, all of them are high-grade alum magic stones, and they are still produced by two ore veins, not the same one. "For the Alum Demon Stone, Di is too familiar, and he can tell the quality and origin of the Alum Demon Stone with his eyes closed.

According to his words, demons have a special perception of abyssal materials, which can be distinguished by touching them.

"You don't even look at it, and you can be sure?" Tolstoy raised an eyebrow.

"Teacher, I've said it all, I know a lot about abyss materials. He shrugged his shoulders and said with a helpless look.

"Okay, okay, I won't ask you," seeing that the dark expression didn't seem to be lying, Tolstoy turned his head to Hei San and said, "I ...... these alum magic stones"

"Wait! I want these alum magic stones!" With a loud roar, a bulging money bag was thrown in, containing many finger-sized gems, and each of these gems could be sold for a good price.

The price of this bag of gems alone is already 100,000 gold coins.

This is twice the price offered by Tolstoy.

The money bag slammed into Hei San's arms, and before Hei San could react, a thick arm stretched out to the alum magic stone in his hand.

"Hmph!" dark's eyes suddenly turned cold, he snorted angrily, and as soon as his palm was closed, his free other hand was a knife, and he slashed into the arm of the uninvited guest who stretched out.

"Click!" As the dark hand knife slashed hard, the green tendons on the outstretched hand burst out, and the owner of the hand retracted it faster than the outstretched hand.

"I said, I want these alum magic stones!" The voice sounded again, and in the crowd, a majestic middle-aged man walked out with a strong man who was five big and three thick. At a glance, he recognized the strong man's reddened left arm.

Cut by him.

"I've already paid for it, and these alum magic stones should be ours. The middle-aged man pointed to the money bag in Hei San's arms and said.

When he pointed at Hei San, the eyes of the two exchanged slightly, and none of this escaped the dark eyes.

"Nonsense! Obviously, we got it first! And we have already said before, we can pay after the inspection!" Rayser stepped forward and argued with the middle-aged man.

"But I paid first, and whoever paid first would own these alum magic stones. The middle-aged man didn't let go, as if he had settled on these alum magic stones.

"We've already told the boss! I don't believe you ask him!"

"Really?" the middle-aged man turned his head to look at Hei San, his eyes flashing with a fine light.

Hei San nodded imperceptibly, with a look of embarrassment on his face. He looked at Tolstoy, then at the money bag in his arms, and finally at the middle-aged man, as if he was reluctant to give up the stones.

"This ...... This one...... I ...... "Hei San looked left and right, looking like he couldn't make up his mind."

This is the merchant's philistine, in order to obtain the maximum benefit, they can directly tear up any treaty, the sky is big, and the benefit is greatest. That's their credo.

"Hey, you can't go back on your word, we're okay!" Seeing that Hei San was gradually approaching the middle-aged man's side from swaying, Reiser hurriedly spoke.

"I'm ......" Hei San's face wrinkled and turned bitter melon color.

"Hmph, as long as you don't pay the money, it won't be yours, and the one with the highest price will get it!" The middle-aged man grabbed the reason that Rayser didn't pay the money, and he didn't give up, and the two sides entered a stalemate.

Gloomy stood aside, his hands on his chest, a sneer hooked at the corner of his mouth.

It's okay, you guys keep bouncing, the more hilarious the better!

He's ready to deal with it.