Create the Age of Magic

"That kid is very principled. He doesn't want to join other forces to get money for nothing, and he doesn't want to form a force by himself. He doesn't like to intrigue with others."

The old dwarf walked to Horn's side, put the cigarette holder on his mouth again, and was about to light it. Horn lightly waved the tobacco in the cigarette holder and lit himself.

Ceylon's ignition method is through a specially processed small stick, which will ignite as long as it is rubbed against a rough place, which is quite convenient.

Looking at the lit cigarette holder and Horn's hand, the old dwarf didn't show any surprise, but just smiled and began to puff.

"Even as a bounty hunter, a fourth-level fighter wouldn't be in such a difficult situation."

"The kid has a lot of strange rules. He doesn't kill monsters that don't hurt people, and he doesn't kill people who aren't real villains, so even if he becomes a bounty hunter, he won't be lukewarm."

The old dwarf spit out a cigarette in front of Horn, but Horn had blocked his sense of smell through the mask, so he couldn't smell anything.

"Hypocrisy!" Horn said after a short silence.

"It's up to you how you evaluate, but that kid really helped a lot of people. Even with so many unreasonable principles, he still earned a lot of money, but most of the money he used to help nearby The poor in the slums of several cities, even this ax is because he also helped a lot of people in our tribe, he provided the materials himself and we helped him make it for free."

"Free? So that receipt..."

Horn remembered that the receipt said it was nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine gold coins.

"You're talking about the receipt for the axe. He asked us to help write it. He said that if he was taken advantage of by a weapon with less than 10,000 gold, he would give 10,000 gold coins, so he asked us to write one. Receipt."

Um……

If it weren't for his talent in both magic and martial arts, Horn was so attractive, Horn would even want to blow that muscular bald man's dog's head right now.

However, can this kind of person who is extremely greedy for petty gains and acts of self-indulgence really overlap with the image of a good man with almost no stains described by the old dwarf?

If what the old dwarf said is true, how should the fourth-level strong man named Herrington be evaluated?

"Good man, but stupid." Horn said to the old dwarf after a moment of silence.

"Yeah, stupid, but he's a nice guy, way better than anyone I've ever met."

The old dwarf just changed the order of Horne's words, but the meaning was completely different.

Horn recognized that Herrington was a good person, and he was willing to be a little friendly to Herrington because of his behavior, but that was all.

He would never be Herrington, nor would he think his actions right,

The only thing Horn wants to change is the fate of the witch, and only to let the magic spread throughout Ceylon.

As for the rest, he can't control that much.

But that didn't stop him from respecting a man who might be kind enough to be sickly.

"Okay, let's not talk about Harrington now, gentlemen dwarves have no talent for learning magic, and you have no way to draw magic runes."

The old dwarf nodded slightly. When he proposed to learn magic, he actually had a little thought.

He never thought that something he had never heard of was really that easy to learn.

But he just wanted to try, and wanted to seize that first-line possibility to make better weapons, but now this first-line possibility has disappeared.

"Since we are destined not to be able to make that kind of weapon, then we are leaving, I am really sorry for coming here suddenly.

But what you do is really a waste of materials. "

While the old dwarf wanted to bid farewell to Horn dejectedly, he spared no effort to ridicule Horn's forging skills.

That kind of miraculous skill attached to such a rough weapon is simply reckless, and he can't stand it.

"Actually, it's not impossible for you to make enchanted weapons."

Horn watched the dwarves who had turned to leave and suddenly said a word.

"What?"

The old dwarf turned around sharply, and dropped the pipe again, but this time it floated in mid-air without falling to the ground. It was Horn's mage's hand.

"As you said, my forging skills are poor, and I can't spend a lot of time on forging weapons, so if possible, I would like to ask you to help us forge enchanted weapons."

Horn bowed and said to the old dwarf that this was equivalent to Horn's invitation to the dwarves on behalf of the House of Magic.

"How to help?" The old dwarf was very excited now and wanted to join in, but he did not lose his mind.

"We mages actually don't know anything about forging, so it's up to you to forge weapons. We are only responsible for adding magic effects to your forged weapons."

"Then who forged this weapon?"

Dwarf artisans hope most is to forge good weapons, but they don't want their slaves to be making wedding dresses for others.

If the making of this weapon has nothing to do with them, then even if it gives them a chance to forge better weapons, they will weigh whether to seize this opportunity.

"Of course the forger is whoever made it. You can even engrave your own name on the weapon, but when engraving your name, you have to engrave another person's name."

"Whose name?"

The old dwarf's thick eyebrows frowned. It was a good idea to engrave the maker's name on the weapon, but he didn't want to engrave someone else's name, because it was the result of his labor.

"Of course it's the name of the enchanter. Was this weapon forged by more people?" Horn asked.

All the dwarves laughed, and the face under Horn's mask was also full of smiles. It seemed that this matter had been negotiated.

"What is the payment for making weapons?" The old dwarf continued to ask after laughing.

Horn thought about it for a while. Normally, the Magic Council would charge 50% of the commission, but they were all their own people before, and the technology they used was also the technology of the Magic Council.

But these dwarves are different now. Horn and the others need these dwarves, so it is obviously inappropriate to take another 50%.

"All finished weapons must be sold by the House of Magic, and 30% of the profits will go to the House of Magic, and the remaining 70% will be split in half between the weapon's forger and the enchanter. What do you think?"

The old dwarves nodded in satisfaction. What they cared about was their reputation as master blacksmiths. As for profits, they were acceptable as long as they were not too excessive.

So the old dwarf put the cigarette holder out and put it in his pocket. His clothes were full of pockets, and God knows how he remembered which pocket it was in when he needed to find something.

"Hampton Barrel" the old dwarf extended his hand to Horn.

"Horn. Memherin" Horn held the old dwarf's hand, and now the covenant was concluded.

A girl can fantasize every day that a handsome rich guy falls in love with her, pampers her to heaven, and buys her everything.

That's fairy tale love.

I only fantasize about a beautiful rich woman who buys, buys and buys for me, and does everything according to me. Why is it called eating soft rice?

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This is today's two chapters, thank you for your continued support