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

Mrs. Hamilton pressed the four corners of the scarf with her fingers, moved and rotated back and forth, giving out different praises from each angle.

Mithril is called "Mistalil" in the elves language, and is considered a special material and has a wide distribution.

However, due to the scattered origin and the complex origin, it is difficult for those in power to completely control it.

Later, trade routes developed and trade exchanges were smooth, and the number of such objects increased instead.

There are actually not many craftsmen who can perform their functions and forge them into tools.

"Where did you get it?"

Adam asked, the little man's efficiency was amazing.

"I contacted several warlords, oh, of course, my identity is 'Adam's friend', and they didn't check it carefully. After all, doing such things, everyone can't help but keep the mystery of each other.

We can't swallow that batch of raw ore, so I used it as a bargaining chip to divert it out.

Don't worry, I found several stores and people were sitting at all the gambling tables, so that was the only way to be safe.

This mitral can only be used as a sword, and it is not large. I just showed my interest inadvertently, and a collaborator who spoke readily gave it to us as a gift."

Luca's face was a little bad. He served as Sean's bodyguard this night, fully witnessing the talent of the Slavic people, and is still in shock.

Some words need to be read carefully to understand the profound meaning of them.

With empty hands, I can actually talk about so many things!

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

The female blacksmith had already started the operation. She found an oak barrel, carefully cushioned several plants, and supported the iron rod on the edge of the barrel wall to drain the liquid until the water was full.

Mrs. Hamilton's expression was pleasant, and the forging process was actually very enjoyable, especially for this kind of test technique and objects with scarce materials.

"Boys, be careful with your feet."

She tied the goggles belt tightly and put on thick cotton gloves.

As if you were holding poison, gently clamping the soul lamp with iron pliers and sinking it into the wooden barrel.

The liquid overflowed without surprise, rushing down the edge of the barrel wall, gradually condensing into a villain.

"God, what the hell is this?"

Luca exclaimed.

Sean's scalp was numb - he used to look for buyers with this thing in his arms.

The waterfall is like a dead soul. Although it is abstract, its expressions and limbs are quite clear.

They splashed on the ground, disappeared immediately, and eventually turned white.

After looking closer, the liquid had frozen all of it, and the oak barrels were frozen firmly on the ground.

The soul lamp has been completely soaked in it, with white smoke swaying on the water surface, making people feel - this is the illusion of a barrel of boiling water.

But the bystanders could feel the chill.

Mrs. Hamilton said that this thing was the last quenching, and just by listening to her description, you can hear the sizzling sound that cooled quickly.

"Sir, I think you need a good rest."

"Well, then let's do it first, I'll go back to the room and lie down later."

At this time, the morning light was already clear, and the guys who were monitoring themselves must be so sleepy that they were almost fainting, and it would be easy to slip back into the room.

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

Before leaving the door, Adam turned around and asked, and this matter was remembered in his heart, just like the ore.

"That's alchemy supplies. Although it's sold in the shop, it's mostly apprenticeship. Go to the secret room to ask, and I heard that there are still a few bottles left for the new ones."

"Okay, good morning, everyone."

Adam bowed and left the room.

Sean took off his glasses and rubbed his nose, his tone and expression were also exhausted.

It is not easy to manage the shop and mediate among high-ranking adults.

"Little man... Alas, Sean, to be honest, I think you are very diligent. I originally thought you were just a lazy idiot, but this is obviously a misunderstanding. I apologize to you."

"Okay, I accept it."

Sean replied to Luca, his hands and feet were moving. He put on his coat and decorated his thin and short body with a decent and elegant look.

Luca looked down at all this. According to his observation, the other party had no intention of rest. The little man wanted to inquire about this for the lord to ensure that the information could be handed over in time.

He sorted out the sword blade and got up to follow him.

The prisoners have disbanded and rested, and only they can serve as bodyguard positions are left.

"You are so diligent, why are you just a tax official?"

Luca asked.

"Those idiots are not worthy of my talent at all, and they never care about what time their subordinates work."

Sean complained in a nagging manner, Luca was with him, walking around in the morning mist with the mist of the mist.

It is actually very happy to have a honest and sincere audience.

At least the little man spoke very happily. He scolded those bosses who hugged women and drank red wine, but blamed the tax deficit on their subordinates.

"Do you think we are diligent? Have you ever calculated that how long the Lord has been resting for too long, and that is a life-long task. 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 mysterious expression made Sean feel a little confused. Could there be any secrets he missed?

Only the farmers were heard whispering.

"The Lord is an elf, he is magical. We don't even tell this, otherwise he will disappear."

Sean is a smart man who has experienced the influence of aristocraticism and has secretly read poetry and classics.

He let the air solidify and remain silent, but he never refuted.

"Believe me, when we come back to report this, the lord must have woken up and started working. I am not working in vain now, but trying to accumulate chips and negotiate with Adam!"

"What are you going to say to the lord?"

Luca is a perfect score for acting as a background board, and you can hear any response when you throw it away.

The little man looked proud, glanced at the other person and answered.

"Mr. Adam, have you ever talked to you about wages?"

Luca shook her head.

"Hmph, but he talked to the big man who was thug! I asked secretly, it was this number. Good, think about it, how much it cost.

I think I have to turn it over at least... it's not right, it's several times! So, I'm worried about everything, I have to take over everything here..."

Two figures were gradually distant on the street.

A dull and tall man, tilting his head and listening seriously;

A short and smart person spoke enthusiastically.

In the vision of Sean's outlook, he wanted to set up an economic route for the lord, connect all kingdoms, and spread to the sea routes, and the business roads were to open to the legendary hometown...

Um?

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

【Follower Sean Prague and subordinate Luka Monk improve relationship】
Chapter completed!