Three days passed by in a flash. Boom did not practice again after breakfast today, Christine also put away the giant rock cradle, and Rikka put on a brand new leather armor, smiling expectantly. p>
The Tempering Festival is a special festival held once a year by the dwarves. It will last for three full days, and Sombra Castle will also be overcrowded during this period.
Countless sophisticated weapons have been produced, and countless long bows have been fully stringed. These three days are a celebration exclusively for the dwarf craftsmen, and a stage for them to show their superb skills to the world. And as long as you are not too picky, I believe it will be easy.
Pick out a weapon that you’re happy with.
The animal skin bellows kept buzzing as the apprentices pulled it, and many shop owners chose to go to battle in person today, so as to build a brand for their shops. The anvils and hammers kept hitting each other, and sparks flew everywhere, causing many people to stop and watch.
"It's nothing. It's just banging with a hammer. Rikka can do it too. Maybe he is a genius."
Although the little girl had never seen a dwarf craftsman making weapons, she found it very simple and brazenly called herself a genius.
"It's not as simple as it seems. What's the temperature, when to return to the furnace, and when to remove from the fire? These things alone are enough for you to learn for several years."
"But the most powerful thing about the dwarf craftsmen is that every hammer they strike is just right. This precise control of the force alone makes other races unmatched."
"In addition, the dwarves are good at finding mineral veins, so not only has this craftsman heritage not died out, but it has become more and more skilled."
Christine smiled when she heard this, and then explained to Rikka. However, she was not interested in these weapons. Instead, she was thinking about how the other party's beard was braided into a triangle.
As a Grand Mage, Christine always feels that her own strength is the key, and things like weapons or armor are just icing on the cake and are simply dispensable.
All tangible things will dissipate. Christine does not deny that those external objects can improve her immediate combat power, but she has never relied on those things.
The four of them moved forward with the crowd, and finally stopped outside a blacksmith shop. They saw that the place was already filled with onlookers, and most of them were outside magicians.
The surface of the meter-long handle is engraved with mysterious patterns, and the polishing workmanship is impeccable. The top, which is mixed with a little mithril, is empty, but this also proves that it is for sale.<
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"That's about it. According to my level, it can be called an excellent work."
"Since you all have traveled thousands of miles to come to Black Crystal Castle to watch the ceremony, then this staff can be regarded as a return gift from us dwarves. I am too lazy to go to the auction house again."
The old dwarf first bowed his hands to the outsiders who were watching around him, and then with a trace of reluctance on his face, he finally announced that the staff would be given to the one with the highest price.
Two thousand, three thousand, five thousand, eight thousand, and finally the staff was bought by a human caravan representative, and the price was actually ten thousand gold coins.
"I think these dwarves are not stupid, but very smart." Boom's voice sounded quietly, and then reached Christine's ears.
Because after Boom's observation along the way, he discovered that live auction bidding scenes like this can be seen everywhere. Not to mention that the dwarves are "bearing the pain to give up", because this is just a sales method.
"Even if they knew it, they would buy it. A staff made by a dwarf craftsman can be sold for at least 5,000 gold coins in the ancient continent."
"As for this staff, I can only say that ten thousand gold coins does not count as being ripped off, nor does it count as taking advantage of the old dwarf. It is a very reasonable transaction."
As a great mage, Christine naturally has far more knowledge than Boom in this regard. Therefore, she always looks on with a cold eye and maintains an air of not having anything to do with her.
Boom nodded after hearing this, and then the four of them walked some distance away and looked at another dwarf craftsman again. The long sword is the most common weapon, but it is also the thing that best reflects the strength of the blacksmith.
There is a hint of coldness in the unpretentious sword body, and the well-positioned handle is like a part of the body. Compared with pursuing a blockbuster, this dwarf blacksmith is the one with the largest number.
"The quality is good, the speed is fast, and there is no waste of raw materials. The dwarf blacksmiths are worthy of their anvil banner."
As Boom said this, he also took out a few gold coins and bought a dagger. It was sharp and strong. Boom was very satisfied with this small thing, and then stuffed it into his black robe out of habit.
Seeing this, Christine smiled bitterly and shook her head. After learning about Boom's tragic childhood, Christine chose to turn a blind eye to Boom's weird behavior.
However, in Christine's eyes, Boom is now a high-level magician and no longer an orphan. Naturally, this behavior seems a bit ridiculous.
But Boom's philosophy has never changed. In his mind, the spell that destroys the world can kill the enemy, and the dagger hidden in the body can also do the same. As a result, Boom will only look at the difference in the results.
As for the process, so what if it’s completely different.
The Sombra Castle at noon was like the hide bellows behind the dwarf blacksmiths, hot, noisy, and noisy. Boom and his group sat in a roadside stall, frantically consuming iced watermelon juice, and they all lost the mood to continue shopping. "What are you thinking about? Just tell me if you like something, my brother will buy it for you." After gulping down the third glass of iced watermelon juice, Boom looked at Rikka with a smile. He saw this guy who couldn't even sit still for a moment on weekdays.
Crazy girl, her eyes are dull now, and she doesn’t know what she is thinking.
"No, I just thought of the two meteorite iron swords I once had."
"What a pity. If we had known that meteorite was so valuable, we should have put away the broken sword."
Rikka grinned and replied in a very painful tone. Because after standing around and watching all morning, the little girl already knew that any weapon mixed with a little bit of meteorite was priceless, and the one she threw away was completely made of meteorite.
A dagger made with two handles!
"It doesn't matter, aren't we living a good life now? Stop thinking nonsense." Boom heard this and touched Rikka's little head, and said softly with relief.
The group of four people immediately walked towards the small courtyard, but because the road was crowded with people, the return journey was naturally a bit long. Boom Youzi led the way, while Rikka looked at Christine's arm and kept chattering.
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Perseus still looks dull, but if you observe carefully, you can find that something is wrong with him today, or that Perseus has changed since arriving at Black Crystal Castle.
The pure white pupils once again drifted into the distance, and finally settled on those black crystal walls. Perseus quickly withdrew his gaze, lest he could no longer suppress the restlessness in his heart.
On the first day of the Tempering Ceremony, Boom and his party finally returned to the courtyard until sunset. The noise was still raging outside the alley, and the sound of hammering anvils never stopped.
There were countless orders, and the ore was eventually turned into weapons, and these weapons were turned into boxes of gold coins. Once a year, for three days, it can be said that the Tempering Festival has now become a good opportunity for the dwarves to make a fortune, or maybe