Section XXXII: Bargging

Because the old mage went out to find someone to train the spirit according to the old evil's instructions, he didn't know it at all, so when he came back, it was already a few hours later. As a result, by the time the angry old mage came to stop the bandits, nearly a third of the huge warehouse had been removed, you know, the supplies here were enough for 10,000 people for a month!

The old mage was naturally furious at the despicable behavior of the old evil without telling him, and he asked the old evil in a loud voice: "What are you doing here? ”

"Move things!" said the old evil confidently.

"Move things?" exclaimed the old mage angrily, "what right do you have to move my things?"

"Didn't you say that, you are responsible for all the supplies of my little brothers, and I paid the price of 50 clever spirits for this. The old evil said with a cold face: "Could it be that you talk like a fart?"

"You~" When the old mage heard this, he immediately said angrily: "I only said that I was in charge of their food and drink, but I didn't say anything else, right?"

"No!" the old evil immediately shook his head and said, "I think that the value created by my spirits is far more than a little food and drink, and this should obviously include some of their common utensils." Do you say?"

"Damn!" said the old mage angrily, "I can give you the usual tools, but what the fuck are you getting?"

As he spoke, the old mage picked up the list of cracks that Lilith had given him, and read first: "Delicate crossbows, 200 pairs!

"Why isn't it a common thing?" the old evil immediately quibbled, "Aren't there any dangerous monsters in the woods around the base?

"You~" The old mage was speechless by the old heresy, so he had to say: "Okay, even if this is your reason, but what next? 200 steel golems, damn it, you are ruthless enough? This thing costs more than 100 gold coins alone! That's the battle puppet I use to defend the magic tower!"

"So what? it's a waste for you to keep them here for nothing, this bullshit magic tower is already powerful enough, if you don't have more of them, they don't have a lot, so why should you care?" said the old evil bitterly.

"Damn, it's a waste to me, so it's not a waste for you, what's the use of you taking them?" the old mage asked angrily.

"Of course I'm useful!" the old evil then laughed, "I mean, let each spirit have a Steel Golem to protect, anyway, the spirit power of the spirit is about the same as that of ordinary people, and it can completely command the Steel Golem." In this way, their security is protected to the maximum. Do you think, the monsters in the forest are not rookies, can they be completely dealt with with by the hand crossbows in the hands of the spirits? If there is a steel golem in the way, then they can have more chances of survival, do you dare to say that these spirits in my hands will not be used in the future?"

"This~" The old mage was suddenly depressed. However, if he wants to do a large-scale experiment, he will definitely need a lot of manpower, and he may have to borrow troops from the old evil when the time comes, and if he is too stingy now, he really can't say it. Besides, since he knew the benefits of spirits, the old mage was also very fond of these little guys, and naturally he couldn't bear to see them in danger.

In desperation, he finally had to compromise and said, "That's it, the Steel Golem is also for you!"

"Haha!" the old evil immediately said proudly: "That's not it!"

"Wait!" the old mage then stopped him again, and continued to ask, "Even if the crossbow and the steel golem are useful, what do you want for all this, iron-striking equipment, high-quality steel ingots, and a large number of alchemy materials? Do you want to open a blacksmith shop?"

"Hey, how did you know I was going to open a blacksmith?" said the old evil in immediate amazement.

"Damn!" The old mage almost died of anger, and couldn't help but scold: "You are a mage, and you are still a nobleman, what kind of blacksmith shop do you have to open? Even if you are not afraid of being embarrassed, you have to think about the reputation of the Stephen family, right? If you let the family know that the heir of the dignified Stephen family is a blacksmith, you call me to put this old face there!"

"Who said I was going to be a blacksmith?" the old evil glanced at the old mage and said, "I'm full, what kind of iron do I have nothing to do?"

"Then who do you plan to make a blacksmith when you open a blacksmith?" the old mage glared, "Could it be a spirit? No kidding, they are not as heavy as a hammer for iron!"

"Stupid, spirits can't do it, can't Cyclops either?" said the old evil pout.

"Cyclops, given their terrifying power, they are good material for striking iron. The old mage's eyes lit up, and then he shook his head again, and asked, "But is this possible? They are arrogant warriors! They have a very good temper, and it is no problem to let them fight, but let them fight iron, then it is difficult to say!"

"No problem!" "I told them that the purpose of striking iron is to make armor for themselves, and besides, I will also have the spirits carve a magic array on their armor to turn it into a magic armor." I don't believe they can resist this temptation!"

"Haha, that's enough to destroy! Cyclops build, the spirit carves the magic array, and then I will do the final rush, haha, this can completely mass-produce magic armor!" The old mage suddenly forgot about the supplies and laughed out loud, as if he had seen a large number of magic armors made by cyclops come out.

You must know that the most important thing in the work of striking iron is technology, followed by strength, the more gravitational force is, the easier it is to forge out the impurities in the steel. Although the Cyclops' technique is not good, as long as the old mage family's crafting master finger is indicated, I believe that this defect will soon be compensated. When the time comes, with the terrifying power of the giants, they will definitely be able to create excellent armor and weapons, and maybe they will be able to catch up with the dwarves' products.

"Hehe, it's good that you know!" The old evil then smiled and said, "If you still don't agree, then I have to find someone else to cooperate!"

"Don't!" The old mage hurriedly grabbed the old evil and said, "I can't agree, I can provide you with whatever you want, but let's say okay, I want eighty percent of the final product!"

"Don't talk about it!" The old evil sneered directly: "The materials are all over the ground, can't I buy them?" But the technology is only in my hands, so I should take the lion's share, and you should take up to forty percent!"

"Isn't it, you're too picky, aren't you?" The old mage suddenly disagreed: "At most, I'll let you go four, the materials are very expensive!"

"The materials are expensive, but the finished products are even more expensive, so there is no discussion about this matter!" The old evil said lightly: "One price, five or five points, just do it, and pull it down if you don't do it!"

"All right, half is half!" the old mage finally relented. There is no way, who calls the initiative in the hands of the old evil, the old evil can find someone else to do this, but the old mage can only find the old evil, so the old evil naturally occupies an absolute advantage and initiative in the negotiation.

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