Create the Age of Magic

Horn weighed his shriveled money bag containing fifty gold coins, showing a poor smile.

Not only the cold long sword, but all the weapons hanging in this shop are expensive, and the cheapest, very simple long sword costs 20 gold coins.

I don't know if it's the right choice for him to come here for consultation, after all, he's very cash-strapped...

After learning that Horn didn't buy anything but waited for the boss to come out, the clerk's expression turned cold,

If he sells weapons, he gets a commission, but if Horn and the others don't buy weapons, he will have no money to make.

The boss didn't let Horn and the others wait for a long time, and the boss came back from the blacksmith. He casually grabbed a towel and wiped off the sweat on his body, then put the towel on his body and came in front of the two.

"Are you two looking for me to build something? For weapons, you can first check on the wall to see if there is any suitable one."

His skin was slightly darkened, his beard was gray, and he was not young, and his strong muscles seemed to contain infinite power, but what surprised Horn was that this boss was just an ordinary person.

Without thinking about it, Horn pushed the shield in front of the boss and said:

"I didn't come here to build weapons, but to know what material this thing is made of?"

The boss froze while wiping his sweat, and carefully raised the shield to examine it. After a while, he looked at Horn thoughtfully and said:

"Young man, this is the North Wind Holy Artifact!"

"That's right, you have really good eyesight." Horn complimented. He could recognize the Northern Wind Hallows thanks to the teachings of old Douglas and the appearance of the shield when it took effect. An ordinary blacksmith can recognize it with its tattered appearance. It is already very knowledgeable to know that it is the North Wind Sacred Artifact.

The boss didn't even twitch his eyebrows. Such compliments were nothing more than commonplace for him. He continued to say to Horn:

"I'm not going to ask you how this shield came about, anyway, you definitely won't say it, but can I ask why you asked about the material?"

"Does this have anything to do with identifying the shield's material?" Horn asked.

"It doesn't matter." The boss replied.

Horn pushed his glasses and said, "Then it's just curiosity."

"Curiosity, sizzle, curiosity." The boss obviously didn't believe it, but he didn't ask further.

"Observed from the crack, the metal inside this Northern Wind Sacred Artifact is thunder silver."

"Thunder silver?" Horn asked suspiciously, he had never even heard of this metal.

"This metal is a favorite of the Thunder Church. It is much harder than ordinary metals but it is not easy to forge. The Thunder God Church has a special method for forging this metal."

The boss picked up the water glass on the table, took a sip of water and said.

"What's next?" The inner material is thunder silver, what about the outer one?

"I have to study the others, and the results will be available tomorrow at the most."

"Okay then, I'll leave this thing with you, and we'll pick it up tomorrow."

Horn left a message and was about to leave.

"You won't run away with this thing." Walking to the door, Enoch suddenly turned around and said.

The boss couldn't help laughing: "If this holy artifact is still intact, I'm afraid it will be more expensive than my most precious sword, but now that it's in such a state, any sword I have here is worth more than this."

Enoch scratched his head and felt that this was the same reason. Unusable sacred objects are not as good as handicrafts. The value of this thing is just as a souvenir.

The two left the blacksmith shop and went to the grocery area.

Passing through the slave quarters,

Compared with the slave area and the weapon area, the mess is not at the same level, and the flow of people is not at the same level.

Thick wooden stakes were erected everywhere on the side of the road, and each stake was fixed with at least five or six ropes the thickness of an index finger, and at the end of the ropes were tied slaves who were naked and blind.

After seeing these wooden posts, Horn closed his right eye and stood there for a while. He was trying to calm down his emotions so as not to lose control of his emotions and burst into lightning. The education of old Douglas made him naturally resist slave trade.

But Horn was not out of control because of the sight of the slaves, but these wooden stakes reminded him of the burning racks in Len City.

He sympathizes with these slaves, but he does not want to free these slaves either. His own mission is already heavy enough and he is not capable of carrying the burden of slaves.

At this moment, Horn suddenly thought, which one is more tragic, these slaves in chains or the witches tied to the stake?

The same is bound, the same can't see the future, the loss of freedom, dignity and personality compared to the loss of life, which one is more desperate?

Horn couldn't figure it out.

With a heavy heart, the two left the slave area and came to the grocery area

When they came to the grocery area, the two were shocked again. Well, they were often shocked since they came to Maman City.

The grocery area is different from other areas. There are many and miscellaneous things here, which is very shocking at first glance.

But just because there are so many things here, it takes more time to find what you want here.

The total amount of things that Horn needs is not too large, but the number of samples is very large, and the two of them bought separately and were dazzled by shopping in the grocery area before they finally managed to buy all the things.

As it was getting dark, Enoch and Horn came to the grain area with a big bag on their backs. They came here to buy the blood of monsters.

The meat of many monsters is a high-grade food in Ceylon, but the blood of monsters is not expensive. If Horn said that he would buy it, many merchants would throw away the released blood.

After only spending a few gold coins, the two returned to the hotel with a string of water bags containing the blood of various monsters.

...

In the backyard of the blacksmith shop of the short uncle, the boss sat on a chair seriously and had a conversation with a young man:

"Is he the disciple of the magician?"

"That's right, the real deal."

A man who was eating leisurely in a chair replied that he was Ilya the dragon slayer!

"Why did he come to me, did you give him any hints?" the boss asked Ilya in a low voice.

Ilya leaned on the table with his hands, put his chin on his hands, and after thinking for a long time, he opened his mouth and said:

"Probably... a coincidence."

The boss frowned when he heard this, and flicked his right index finger against Ilya's forehead, and there was a loud sonic boom when the finger popped out!

Ilya jerked his head back, and when he moved his head back, there was a purple bruise on his forehead!

"There's no such thing as a coincidence. I don't believe this kind of nonsense. There must be a reason for him to find me right now!"

Ilya clapped her forehead and patted the boss's shoulder and said, "Don't worry, I'll take care of it if something goes wrong. Even if I can't, there's still you, Mr. Ji."

The boss was silent,

"You Iron Fist Kilborg is not in vain, as long as there are enemies to smash it to pieces."