Chapter 370 150,000 Dragon Coins? I Bought It!

There was silence in the box.

Until the store manager suddenly burst out into enthusiastic laughter, he rubbed his palms together quickly and shouted in a measured tone: "Guest, you are so discerning!"

"This wonderful thing will surely shine again because it follows you!"

Then he spoke quickly: "I wonder if the guest is going to pay in sun coins or dragon coins? Of course, we also accept currencies from other city-states and countries, including Silvermoon City, Amn, and even Baldur's Gate. Various trade metal bars formulated and——"

Baan hurriedly interrupted the store manager and shouted: "Wait! At least let us negotiate a price!"

The store manager turned around and said with a serious face: "The Seven-Day Trading Group never accepts bargaining. We always clearly mark the price."

When he looked at Tang Sen again, an eager smile had appeared on his face again as if by magic.

"I don't carry so much currency with me." Tang Sen said, putting his hand into his robe, taking out a golden metal bar, and placed it on the table in front of him: "But this thing should That’s enough.”

The store manager's eyes narrowed and he couldn't help but take a few steps closer.

"Is this a standard fine gold trade note?"

He gestured to Tang Sen with his eyes: "Can I take a look?"

"Of course." Tang Sen nodded calmly.

The store manager carefully picked up the metal bar, first weighed it, and then moved closer to carefully observe the gloss and size.

"The standard five pounds is indeed made of fine gold judging from the volume." He said carefully: "A standard fine gold trade bar is worth 25,000 dragon coins. It is certainly enough to buy the alchemy pot."

"It's just that this is the first time for this customer to come to the Seven Days Trading Magic Store. We need to authenticate such a valuable thing first."

Tang Sen could not deny: "Please feel free to do so."

The store manager whispered to the clerk, and the clerk walked out quickly. Soon, a mage walked in, followed by several clerks, all holding trays with various desserts and snacks in their hands.

The mage walked up and cast a spell towards the trade strip, then glanced at Tang Sen with emotion and nodded slightly in greeting.

"I'm from Neverwinter Magic Academy. If you need any spells or anything like that, you can go find me there."

Then, he nodded towards the store manager and walked out of the box.

"Excluding the 1,800 sun coins in the alchemy pot, our store still needs to give the customer 700 sun coins. In other words, the customer prefers platinum trade notes?" The store manager rubbed his hands and approached.

He was naturally happy. After all, although the fine gold trade bar was worth twenty-five thousand dragon coins, the conversion of dragon coins, a currency issued by Waterdeep City, in further places would become very difficult. It's a loss, and a pure precious metal such as a trade bar is common even in the entire Faerûn continent. What's more, fine gold is the most precious metal.

"Let me look at other things." Tang Sen said: "Do you have any better armor and weapons here?"

"Of course." The store manager quickly replied: "We have magic robes made of high-quality materials, with invisibility skills that are released every three days, and various magic canes. The highest spells we can carry can reach the fifth level!"

"What I want is not the caster's."

Tang Sen pointed at Barn and said, "It's my friend's equipment."

Baan was startled and waved his hands quickly: "No, no, no, I can't afford to buy anything from this place."

Transactions that easily cost tens of thousands of dragon coins made him stare. As a poor guy who couldn't even get out five hundred dragon coins and almost caused a big mess in Moonstone Mask, Baan didn't dare to think about anything more. .

"Besides, I feel that my equipment is already very good. They are all made by me! They have accompanied me through many years of adventures, and I don't want to replace them at all!"

He patted his breastplate hard and emphasized: "Our dwarves' armor can last a lifetime!"

Tang Sen nodded and smiled: "You are right, I am too reckless. Perhaps for a dwarf, the armor made by myself is the most suitable."

He said regretfully: "It's a pity. I originally wanted to give you a set of equipment."

Baan's movements suddenly froze.

After a long time, he stammered: "Actually, it's not like dwarves don't change their armor. I mean, it's good to take a look."

The store manager clapped his hands knowingly, and soon, several clerks pushed an item half a person's height into the box.

The store manager stepped forward and uncovered the silk on the items, and a set of armor glowing with golden light appeared in front of the two of them.

"What a coincidence, guest, our store happened to have just acquired a new set of fine gold plate armor. Through identification, we can confirm that it is the armor from a certain dwarf royal family. It contains the most exquisite skills of the dwarves, although it has not been injected with any Magical power, but for fine gold, any magic is redundant."

He stroked the armor gently and said in a long tone: "It is conceivable that no blade can leave a mark on this plate armor, so that after so many years, it still looks like it was just cast."

"Even a fledgling adventurer will have the courage to face a red dragon as long as he puts it on!"

The latter sentence was of course an exaggeration, but when the adamantine plate armor appeared in front of Baan, it was obvious that he could no longer hear any words.

"Father God Moradin——"

He murmured unconsciously: "Is there anything more beautiful than her in this world?"

“I feel like I’ve found my lifelong pursuit.”

As he said this, his face wrinkled for a moment, so that he quickly squatted down and covered his face: "No, I can't continue reading."

"I will never be able to get her. The only thing I can do is fantasize over and over again in my daily dreams, and then endure the endless feeling of loss after waking up."

"You sound like a bard now." Tang Sen said: "This is just a set of armor."

"You are right." The dwarf whimpered: "But she made it impossible for me to look directly at my own skills. I think I am no longer suitable for adventure. Maybe I should return to my tribe and transfer my The entire second half of his life was spent on mining.”

The corners of Tang Sen's mouth twitched. He couldn't tell whether this was the dwarf's true expression or a performance, but no matter which case, Tang Sen didn't care too much.

He just said to the store manager: "How much does this set of fine gold plate armor cost?"

"The customer knows his stuff. This set of armor weighs twenty-six pounds. The raw materials alone are worth a lot of money. Coupled with the skills of the dwarf forging master, as well as its unique historical origins and legends."

"Just tell me the numbers." Tang Sen waved his hand.

"Fifteen thousand coins." The store manager spread his hand: "Sun coins."

Then, he quickly explained: "The raw materials alone are worth thirteen thousand sun coins. I think the skills of the dwarf forging master and other additional values ​​are definitely worth two thousand sun coins."

Baan took a deep breath, slumped down, and read out the number in an almost groaning tone: "One hundred and fifty thousand gold coins."

"Why tell such cruel figures? I have lost the courage to even fantasize about it in my dreams."

Tang Sen gave him a funny look, and then said slowly:

"One hundred and fifty thousand?"

"I bought it."