Art held up the piece of gray-white metal and asked slowly. But even though he said that, he actually didn't have a dollar on him, but he would just have to ask Ravens for some.
"...What are you going to do with it? This is just a piece of fake platinum, not platinum." The stall owner repeatedly reminded that the price of fake platinum is actually lower than that of iron of the same weight. Just have it on hand.
Such a piece, even if two small magics are attached, cannot be sold for eighty copper coins (one hundred coppers is equivalent to one silver).
"Yes, Art, what are you doing with this?" Ravens, who was watching from the side, was also a little unsure. He had also heard the name of pseudo-platinum. It was softer than iron and could not be made into armor or weapons.
So the price is not high, and I can afford such a small piece... But wait, why do I want to buy it? I have already spent two gold coins today...
Seeing that Ravens didn't help him, Art nudged him with his elbow complainingly, and then said: "Does the black market still have rules for tracking the purpose of goods?"
"There is no such rule..." The stall owner with a keen sense of business opportunities seemed to smell the smell of gold coins. The child in front of him may have the ability to turn fake platinum into treasure.
"Then let's do this." The stall owner stood up on the spot, then pulled Art towards him, and took a big step forward with Ravens. When the two of them were at a loss, the stall owner
The curtain outside the stall was pulled up, completely isolating it from the outside world.
"You can rest assured that I have cast magic on this curtain so that the sound will not be transmitted outside." As he spoke, the stall owner took off his hood in front of the two of them, revealing his true appearance.
This is a lady with waist-length silver hair, a beautiful face, and a pair of golden eyes. Her overall demeanor gives people the feeling of a writer.
"First of all, let me introduce myself. My name is Corando. I am good at magic and I am from Cecil." Corando smiled and said, "I am often mistaken for an Iselan."
"Cesarians?" Ravens looked at the woman who had taken off her cloak in surprise, and asked curiously: "Why did the Cecilians come here? There is a sea in the middle.
ah."
"Everyone has a story. But now is not the time to talk about stories." Corando turned his attention to Art and continued to ask: "I can try to continue to provide you with such fake platinum, but as a price,
I want to know the reason why you need this kind of thing."
"Want to cooperate? But why should I trust you?" Art said coldly.
"Cooperation... ha, yes, it is cooperation. Since it is cooperation, there is a contract." Corando smiled bitterly. It was not until he heard the word 'cooperation' that he suddenly realized that the child in front of him
He showed a calmness and caution that his peers should not have.
No wonder I would analyze a child's behavior so comprehensively at that time, instead of suspecting that he just wanted to take it back as a toy...
"However, before signing the contract, I must know clearly that you have something or a prop that requires the use of fake platinum to participate in order to succeed."
"...Okay, but I want to ask first, will the 'anti-rust technique' you mentioned prevent other reactions of this fake platinum?" Art asked. What if this anti-rust technique will prevent other reactions?
The reaction is also blocked, so there is nothing you can do.
"What do you mean?" Corando obviously didn't understand what Art said, and frowned and said: "But no matter what it is, the anti-rust spell will not disappear under normal circumstances. It can only be burned with flames or magic.
Eliminate it, otherwise it will not disappear.”
"That's it..." Yat nodded. He already had the corresponding method of use in his mind, but suddenly felt something was wrong, so he asked: "Can you directly provide powdered pseudo-platinum? It also requires magic.
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"Powder?" Kelando scratched his head and said, "I'll give it a try."
After saying that, Corando took the aluminum metal from Art's hand and placed it on the table.
"Are you going to cast a spell on the spot?" Seeing Corando looking ready to go, Ravens raised his eyebrows and moved slightly away from the table. He didn't have much of a good impression of this kind of magic. She said
The goal is to crush the metal, but in the end, the table and the shallow ground below may turn into powder.
Art, on the other hand, stared at Corando's operations with wide eyes. Although Ravens had performed some magic, in any case, the woman in front of him had more of a magician charm than Ravens.
A kind of person who kills monsters with a long sword.
I saw Corando pull out a thin wooden wand about twenty centimeters long from his waist, wave it in the air in a strange pattern, and then directly point it at the metal block.
And as a 'pop' sound came from his ears, the piece of aluminum metal slowly turned into a ball of sand in front of Art! It was visible to the naked eye, which was even more subtle than those polished by machines!
"Magic is so foul and wonderful..." Art couldn't hide his inner shock and touched the pile of aluminum metal that turned into powder with his hand.
There is no feeling of heat at all, indicating that this is not grinding, but a more fundamental decomposition... If this technology is applied to smelting minerals, it will not be too easy...
"Tomorrow, tomorrow I will bring the results here." In response, Art has greatly changed his views on magic and vowed to learn magic as long as there is a chance!
"No need to come here." Seeing Art's excited look, Corando became more and more confident. This guy might actually have a way to use fake platinum!
"You can come to me at No. 45 Muck Avenue in the East District. I will stay there all day tomorrow, waiting for your good news."
After finally discussing some details, Art followed Ravens back to the hotel with a small can of free fine aluminum powder.
"So can you tell me, what are you going to do this time?" After returning to the hotel, before settling down, Ravens stopped Art and asked: "Whether it's forging or metal knowledge, what are you doing?"
Where did you learn it all from?
"Guess." Because he held the hope of a new era in his arms, Art was in a particularly good mood at this time, and started playing charades with Ravens.
"...Meeted a magical witch, and then she put this strange knowledge directly into your head?" Ravens asked with a frown, because he himself had such an experience. And Ravens
The strange memory that the witch stuffed into me was how to make a very sweet cherry pie...