Broad World

Seeing this master dwarf forging with green eyes, Henry smiled helplessly and shook his head, opened the dimensional bag, and began to take out the unique minerals and things that needed to be reforged in the dark region one by one, and soon Stack the whole house full.

Ithili silver, which is hardly seen on the surface of the earth, pure gold enchanted by dark elves with evil spells, crystals of various colors exuding brilliance, diamonds larger than human eyes, and underground gnomes dug out from the depths of the mine veins to contain the earth. The stone essence of the power, the ruby ​​condensed after the eruption of magma, in addition to the sword of the balancer, the thunder hammer, the silver sword and the magic mace that need to be recast.

It can be said that any one of these things is worth a fortune, enough to cause an uproar in the commercial city of Askatla, and countless collectors who have invested a lot of money can even offer sky-high prices to buy one of them as a family heirloom.

Cromwell was already bewitched at this moment, frantically grabbing pieces of metal, gemstones, and magic items to carefully identify, the expression on his face was sometimes ferocious and sometimes fanatical, and it took him more than half an hour to put down the things in his hands. He took a deep breath and sighed: "Praise Moradin, for allowing me to see so many treasures in my lifetime, especially the war hammer, which was actually made by Silver Blade. He was the dwarf blacksmith I admired the most when I was young, a true hero."

"So you must be willing to recast this powerful warhammer?" Henry asked with a smile.

"Of course, I can't wait to see how powerful this ultimate war hammer, which has been sung by countless bards, is. Of course, I will help you reforge those two swords." Cromwell touched the thick beard said. Although he looked tired, his eyes were still bright, shining with excitement.

Henry knew very well that dwarves were uniquely endowed with endurance, especially when they focused on forging. You can even beat the hammer for days without sleep, without eating or drinking. It is precisely because of such dedication that they can create countless weapons that are sung by the world, and some of them even died when the weapons were completed.

Obviously, the old dwarf in front of him has spent a lot of effort on the sword embryo placed next to the stove, and his body is already very tired. Although he is still strengthening his mental support, he may get out of fainting in two to three days at most.

In order not to let him die from overwork, Henry shook his head helplessly. He took out a bottle of light green potion from his pocket and handed it over: "Drink it, this is a recovery potion, it can greatly relieve fatigue and restore physical strength within a day."

Without further ado, Cromwell snatched it up and swallowed it all in one gulp, then licked his lips and complained, "Oh...damn it! This smell reminds me of ogre urine, it's so disgusting."

Seeing that the other party drank his potion without any hesitation, Henry immediately showed a faint smile on his face.

As the most stubborn race in the world—a dwarf, once he starts to accept your kindness, it means that he has already regarded you as a friend in his heart.

A very good start, he thought in his heart.

One minute after drinking the potion. Cromwell immediately felt a little tingling in his muscles, followed by a warm current spreading through his body through the blood, greatly relieving his fatigue in just a few seconds. He looked up at Henry with disbelieving eyes and asked, "It's incredible! What kind of potion is this. How come I've never heard of it?"

"The exclusive secret recipe, and it's quite troublesome to make, don't want a second bottle, because I don't have any on hand." Henry joked in a half-joking tone.

To put it bluntly, this so-called recovery potion is a powerful nutrient that can quickly replenish calories and vitamins and relieve muscle fatigue.

Due to the over-developed magical system of Faerun Continent, few people have studied the body structure of humanoids. So they don't understand the role of protein, vitamins, carbohydrates, fats, minerals and dietary fiber, let alone balanced nutrition. To this day, sailors on long voyages are still plagued by scurvy, completely ignorant of the fact that as long as they carry some non-perishable fresh vegetables and fruits, similar situations can be avoided.

This is why silks, porcelain and crafts from Karatu are so expensive. Long-distance merchant ships must be equipped with enough priests and druids every time they sail, otherwise it is impossible to sail for too long, otherwise the sailors will soon riot under the threat of disease and death, even if the entire fleet is destroyed. Not surprisingly.

"Haha! You are such a smart guy, you can see through my plan at a glance." Cromwell laughed while stroking his bushy beard. No embarrassment or embarrassment at all.

Seeing the dwarf's bold expression, Henry smiled slightly, pointed to the pile of things on the ground and asked, "How long will it take to recast these weapons?"

Cromwell frowned and calculated for a long time, then raised his head and replied: "Well... there are a lot of things, especially the silver sword of the Githyanki. It takes a lot of time to forge, and it probably takes about two days. Bar."

"Couldn't it be faster?"

Seeing that the war is imminent. Henry has absolutely no time to spend too long here. According to his plan, he would stay in Askatera for at most three days, and set off as soon as the airship from Angome Island arrived. Of course, within these three days, the divine vampire in the cemetery had to be dealt with. It was impossible to wait too long for a few powerful weapons.

"Well, since you brought so many materials, I'll stay up all night tonight, and you'll be able to pick them up tomorrow morning." Cromwell said with a malicious smile.

Henry was instantly taken aback by this seemingly loyal old dwarf, and immediately raised his tone several times: "Brought to you?!! Oh...Damn, these things are not cheap, you can't take them all away."

"Hahahaha! Don't worry, my friend, I'm not trying to steal it for myself, but to forge weapons and armor. Leave these precious materials here, and I promise that everything forged will be yours." Cromwell held his chest The sound of the mountain was shot, and he boldly made a guarantee.

"Including the sword you are forging?" Henry asked with bright eyes. He has been eyeing the weapon since he entered the house. Although he can't use it himself, it's okay to give it as a gift to his capable men or children. After all, it is a legendary long sword, and I believe that its power will not be much worse after it is completely forged.

But Cromwell obviously didn't think so. He jumped up like a rabbit and shook his head desperately: "No, that sword won't work. I must choose a master who is worthy of it. Although I can feel that your martial arts level is not low, it is obviously more magical. So it's not for you."

"That doesn't mean I can't find a better owner for it, does it?" The corners of Henry's mouth turned up slightly, showing a smirk and continuing to confuse. "Think about it, you just want the name of this weapon to resound across the continent along with its owner. I can easily help you achieve this."

"Really?!" Cromwell suddenly became a little excited. "Tell me now what your plan is."

Henry smiled and spread his hands: "It's very simple. As a legendary mage, I invite fighters from all over the world to compete, and the winner will get this powerful long sword. Just imagine, if this news spreads. As the forge of this weapon, are you afraid that no one will know your name?"

"Moradin! This is such a good idea!" Cromwell shook his fist fiercely. "Okay, I agree. It's up to you to take the long sword and choose a worthy owner."

"No problem, happy cooperation." Henry said as he shook the dwarf's dark and dirty hand.

No matter what, this legendary weapon was finally cheated. Although he agreed to hold the competition, he could operate in secret, such as letting his legendary fighters win, or recruiting the winner to his subordinates. In short, this weapon could not escape his palm.

Cromwell obviously didn't know Henry's plan at this time, so he directly picked up the blade and hilt of the Balancer Sword and started heating it. He was going to repair this relatively easiest weapon first, otherwise, with his fiery temper, he would turn his face and drive people out of his blacksmith shop.

Seeing that the dwarves began to get busy. Henry didn't intend to waste time here, so he turned around and left the house, closing the door behind him as he went out, without making any sound during the whole process.

Walking on the streets of the dock area again, he suddenly found several young people standing in front of several huge baskets, distributing steaming black bread to the poor. Each of them wears a unique logo on their chest, which looks like a few hands tightly held together, with the words in common language below: Help those around you who need help. There are also people who will help you when you need help - mutual aid clubs.

"I think... I now know why Nalia made such rapid progress..." Henry narrowed his eyes and muttered to himself.

Obviously, this girl who is determined to change the political situation in Amn fully understands the two things that the lower class workers most urgently need, food and respect.

Of course, that slogan is also quite deceptive. I am afraid that many enthusiastic young people will not be able to help but join in. How well said, help those around you who need help, and when you need help, someone will help you. But she forgot one of the most important prerequisites, that is armed force. Just look at these unarmed members. All it takes is a villain or two to wipe them out.

But Henry knew that any organization would be more or less idealistic at the beginning of its establishment. I believe that after experiencing several painful lessons, they will soon realize this, and then follow the planned route, step by step on the road of no return of armed riots to fight for rights.

But before that, he still decided to protect this bud that might grow into a towering tree. Prevent vandalism from causing premature death.

Thinking of this, Henry showed a trace of expectation on his face hidden under the hood. He went forward and put a bag of gold coins in the basket, then turned and left.

A boy with freckles on his face hurriedly opened the purse to take a look, and was instantly dazzled by the golden light. He yelled at the back of the far away: "Thank you! Thank you for your generosity, sir, you will definitely be rewarded."

"Work hard young man, this is a very promising career, I believe you will become an important figure in the future." Henry turned around and said meaningfully, then quickly disappeared into the crowd Sea.

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