Chapter 67 The Tyrant Marshall

Master Sorin was really shocked by Abel's generosity. He squatted down and observed the magic iron pieces in the cabinets on both sides. After a long time, he stood up, shook his head and kept sighing: "Master Abel, you are right. The care of my adoptive father is beyond my imagination. The quality of the twenty magic iron pieces here can be directly used as a magic weapon, and the quality is the same as the two magic weapons sold today."

Hearing Master Thorin's professional comment, Lord Marshall couldn't help but grinned and asked with a big laugh, "According to what Master Thorin means, this bullock cart that Abel gave me is worth at least 1 million gold coins. ?"

Master Bentham reached out and patted Lord Marshall on the shoulder, and said in a mocking tone: "Then you have to be careful. Don't let people rob you of such a great wealth."

Lord Marshall raised his head proudly and said with a loud laugh, "If you knew the weapon I was equipped with, you wouldn't say that. As long as you're not a knight at the level of a knight commander, it's not easy to keep me."

Abel couldn't help shaking his head. His Uncle Marshall turned on the show-off mode again. Even if he was attending a dinner party, the two great swords he carried with him did not leave his body. According to Lord Marshall, if the knight's weapon left his body, he would die. .

Master Bentham and Master Thorin's eyes lit up, and they couldn't help but look at the two great swords that Lord Marshall was carrying. These two great swords were so conspicuous that everyone at the banquet did not ask about it out of courtesy, but at this time Lord Marshall Taking the initiative to mention it, the two masters suddenly became interested.

Both masters knew that the best weapon, Abel, would definitely be used by himself or left to his family, and the two weapons that Lord Marshall never left should be the fine products forged by Abel.

"Let's take a look, what kind of weapon makes you so arrogant?" Master Bentham and Lord Marshall's friendship for many years, there is absolutely no need to extend his hand politely.

Seeing that the two masters were so interested in their weapons, Lord Marshall was extremely proud. Although Master Bentham was not a real master, he was one of the best forging masters in Harvest City, not to mention the real master from the Blacksmiths Guild. The blacksmith master Thorin is a master from the dwarves recognized by the whole continent.

He untied the two great swords from behind, and put one of them on the table of the carriage, but the other was in his hand and refused to put it on. He turned his head and said to Abel dissatisfiedly, "I am a great ice magician. The sword is not as good as the iron bar used in the car, how dare you let me take it out!"

Master Bentham and Master Thorin looked at each other and smiled, and Abel said helplessly, "I will build another one for you in the next few days. You can use this sword first."

The two masters looked at the magic sword on the table and gave each other a bit of humility. Master Thorin pulled the sword from its scabbard.

The great sword was pulled out, and Master Thorin flicked his finger on the magic great sword. The strange thing was that this magic great sword was no different from the ordinary great sword, and there was no response, plus Abel used the decoration to put the sword on the sword. The inlaid hole on the handle was blocked. After seeing the great sword, Master Bentham turned his head to look at Abel strangely and asked, "Is this a magic great sword?"

"Of course, this magic sword only responds to attacks. Master Thorin's flicks are not real attacks," Abel explained.

"What magical attribute does this great sword have?" Master Thorin asked concerned.

"There is no magic attribute, only the function of repelling the enemy!" Abel explained again.

"Impossible, this is impossible!" Master Thorin murmured with some gaffe, then picked up the magic sword and said to Lord Marshall: "Lord Marshall, please get out of the car with me and try this magic sword. Effect."

"Master Thorin, no problem," said Lord Marshall, opening the door and jumping out of the carriage.

When everyone got off the carriage, Master Thorin slashed the magic sword at Lord Marshall, who had already taken a defensive posture, even though he had already prepared,

When Lord Marshall's two swords crossed, a white light flashed from the great sword in Master Thorin's hand, which made Lord Marshall involuntarily back ten steps before he stopped.

Master Thorin, as if he was not at ease, exchanged great swords with Lord Marshall again and tried again. This time, Master Thorin, like Lord Marshall just now, was also knocked back ten steps.

"This is a golden weapon, my God, Master Abel, you have made a golden weapon, do you know what that means? Only two top blacksmith quasi-grandmasters in our dwarves can make weapons of this level." Thorin The master said excitedly: "You have become the top forging master on the continent, or a quasi-grandmaster."

Abel wasn't too excited about Master Thorin's words, because his goal was no longer the promotion of the blacksmith's level, the wizard had become his primary goal, and everything else had become less important.

Master Bentham looked at Abel, and he achieved everything from a complete novice to a master step by step in front of his eyes. Now that Abel's level has improved again, he couldn't help but sigh: "Abel, your growth rate is too fast. , I can only look at you from a distance, I hope you will not disappoint your forging talent."

"How much gold is this magic weapon worth?" A voice interrupted the words of the two masters, and Lord Marshall asked curiously.

When Master Thorin heard that Lord Marshall used gold coins to measure the golden weapon, he couldn't help blowing his beard and staring, but when he thought that this was Abel's adoptive father and the owner of the golden weapon, he shook his head helplessly and said: "The golden weapon's The value is hard to say, there are few auction records in history, most of them are private transactions, if you really want to give a price, the minimum price is more than 200,000 gold coins."

Lord Marshall shook his body a little dizzy. This price shocked his heart again. When did the value behind the gold coin have been calculated in ten thousand, think about the income of the castle, think about his decades of savings, Even the fraction of this magic sword is far inferior.

However, Lord Marshall thought again that this magical weapon was his own, and that Abel was his heir, and his mood suddenly improved, his body stood up straight, and his confidence was stronger.

It turned out that Abel wanted to give his newly made shield to Master Sorin for judgment. Now it is just a non-attribute magic sword made before, which surprised Master Sorin. If he takes out more magic weapons , it seems too flamboyant, and Abel also found that he underestimated the value of these weapons, so he decided not to show other magic equipment to Master Thorin.

After returning to the castle, Abel remembered Prince Wyatt's malice, stopped Lord Marshall uneasy, and came to Abel's dedicated operating room in the castle together.

"Abel, what's the matter?" asked Lord Marshall strangely.

"Uncle Marshall, I feel that the matter of Prince Wyatt will not settle down like this. You must be careful when traveling during this time." Abel whispered his worries.

"Don't worry, the long sword in my hand is not afraid of him." Lord Marshall said indifferently, he was no ordinary knight who could come back from the orc battlefield alive, and his glory was exchanged for the corpse of the orc.

Looking at Lord Marshall's appearance, Abel was even more worried. He picked up the forged magic shield from the console and handed it to Lord Marshall, saying, "This shield is for you. You can take it with you these days."

After taking the shield, Lord Marshall looked happy. The weapons made by his adopted son were all treasures. Anyway, in the future, all these things belonged to Abel. With such a mentality, he never refused anything that Abel gave him.

"What level of shield is this?" asked Lord Marshall.

"According to Master Thorin, this is a golden-level shield." Abel thought for a while and then expressed his opinion.

"What's the effect?" asked Lord Marshall with concern.

"It will allow you to counteract the vindictive attacks of the least advanced knights." Abel explained.

"Then what should I be afraid of, let that Prince Wyatt come, I have two pieces of equipment worth 200,000 gold coins, plus a carriage of 1 million gold coins, the prince and me, even bought a magic of 50,000 gold coins. How can a guy who doesn't have gold coins for weapons compare to me?"

At this moment, Lord Marshall did not think about how many gold coins he had in his own wallet. The superb equipment in his body had already made his vision even higher than that of Budapest Mountain.