Wizard: This witcher is not doing his job

Chapter 57 Blacksmith Shop

Watching the mysterious magic runes floating around the treasure house flash away, Francesca let out a soft breath.

She wiped the sweat that didn't exist on her forehead with her white palm, turned her head and said to Toruville:
"It's alright, Mrs. Toruwell, the space seal is complete, and I'm going to open the treasure house now."

"The gate of this treasure house was originally powered by a magic node, and it must be opened by a special spell from an elf warlock, so it has been well preserved for thousands of years."

"When those human armies attacked, they probably didn't take anything from here."

"If you want to open it now, I have to inject magic power into it myself."

The elf sorceress explained a few words, then gently raised her right hand, her slender fingers shone with magic light, she drew an extremely complicated magic rune in the air, and uttered a jerky spell in ancient elf language.

Following her voice, a powerful magic power was slowly poured into the metal gate of the treasure house under her mobilization.

Amidst the humming sound, a rune in the ancient elf language also lit up on the metal gate of the treasure house. The continuous injection of chaotic magic power made the magic rune on the metal gate brighter and brighter.

hum!hum!hum!
It wasn't until Francesca injected enough magic power that the door of the treasure house, which had been dusty for thousands of years, was officially opened amidst a burst of mechanical operation.

When the dust settled and saw the items in the treasury, Toruwell immediately covered her mouth in surprise.

Under the light of several people's torches, ten huge treasure chests were quietly placed in the center of the treasury. Countless gold and jewels were piled up in the treasure chests. Even after thousands of years, they still radiated a seductive light.

Even a farmer who has never seen the world, after seeing these gold jewels, can imagine what a huge wealth it is.

However, unlike ordinary elves like Toruville, Francesca did not show any surprise after seeing the gold, but shook her head with a sigh.

For the current elves, these golds are not of much value, just like the elves empire in the past, they have more than tens of millions of wealth.

The splendor and beauty of the elven city is a miracle that cannot be compared with the current human towns, but even this kind of civilization has not been killed by barbaric humans, and it has become a minority race like the dwarves.

In the face of violence, only violence can contend with it.

Unfortunately, it was too late for her kindred to understand this truth.

Francesca glanced over the treasure chests until she saw a lot of magic equipment decorated on the walls and four huge metal golems guarding the corners, then she nodded slightly and pursed her lips.

This treasure house is protected by magic. Although it has passed for a thousand years, the contents inside have not been damaged. Those ancient magic equipment and four powerful metal golems are really more valuable treasures.

She thought for a while, then turned to Toruville and said:

"Mistress Toruwell, don't you have an agreement with the demon hunters to give them a quarter of the spoils?"

"Although this treasure house belongs to our elves, but wait until they come here next time."

"You can inform me, and I will give them another generous reward."

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The next day, the old city of Vizima.

Wayne put all his valuables into the magic pattern storage bag, hanging it around his neck for safekeeping.

Only put a small purse containing dozens of Oren in his waist pocket as change for usual consumption.

As for the pile of snacks from another world, he carefully hid them under the bed board, and even released an Arden sign, so there is no need to be afraid of being discovered.

With the magic pattern storage bag, Wayne feels that his strength has also been greatly improved. Of course, it is not the improvement in physical attributes and combat skills. The strength of a demon hunter depends largely on foreign objects.

Sword oil, alchemy bombs, potions, powerful armor and swords are all part of a witcher's strength.

But whether it is sword oil, alchemy bombs or potions, they are all precious materials that are not easy to preserve and are easily damaged in battle. Ordinary demon hunters can only carry a relatively small part with them, and cannot use them as much as they want.

But with the magic pattern storage bag, all these problems were solved. Not only could Wayne carry all kinds of sword oils and potions, he could also store dozens of alchemy bombs of various types without fear of being discovered or damaged.

This undoubtedly greatly enhanced his ability to resist risks, and he was able to find appropriate solutions to various emergencies.

Thinking of this, Wayne couldn't help but sigh in his heart about his good luck, that he was able to extract a piece of space equipment so quickly.

After breakfast, he didn't go to the city hall to deal with the matter of buying a house, but asked Geralt, who was a little hungover, for a blueprint of the wolf school's master silver sword design.

This thing was not a finished product, but a hand-drawn replica of Geralt's own memory.

The main thing is the design concept of the sword, equipment appearance and material configuration diagram. Because the requirements are extremely strict, it must be completed by a master blacksmith with superb skills.

Although the master-level silver sword is not the best sword in the wolf school, compared with the master-level equipment, its cost is cheaper, the materials are easier to find, and it is more convenient to maintain. It is more suitable for use in ordinary tasks.

Wayne didn't want to. After he took the master-level equipment to kill a few monsters, he found that the reward he got was not even a fraction of the repair fee.

After leaving the Fox Tavern, he walked for more than ten minutes according to the address given to him by Revardon, and came to a dwarf blacksmith shop in Vizima.

At this time, the blacksmith shop was still open, and three strong dwarves were wearing thin clothes, dripping with sweat, swinging huge hammers, clanging iron embryos on the iron felt next to the stove.

Judging from the shape of those things, they should be knives and agricultural tools used by civilians.

This is normal. Blacksmiths in the Middle Ages were not mainly engaged in the production of weapons and armor as in the game. It was their job to produce tools such as iron pots, kitchen knives, and hoes for farmers and residents.

After confirming that the address was correct, with a kind smile on his face, Wayne chose a young dwarf who looked the most honest among the three dwarves, and asked:
"Master blacksmith, is Master O. Henry here?"

"I was introduced by his friend, Mr. Levardon, and I want to entrust him to help me build some equipment."

The young dwarf who was questioned by Wayne was stunned for a moment, then scratched his hair with his fingers covered in iron filings, and then said naively:
"Mr. O. Henry played Gwent all night last night. After winning our salary away, he drank half a barrel of dark beer. He probably hasn't woken up yet."

"However, if you want him to create equipment for you, it is basically impossible."

"The equipment made by the teacher is never for sale. He only makes equipment for the people he chooses. Even if many dwarf juniors begged him, he never agreed."

Wayne frowned when he heard this, it seemed that it was really difficult to get a master-level silver sword from this master.

However, since it is here, there is no reason to back down, no matter whether it succeeds or not, you have to give it a try.

With a smile on his face, he gave the young dwarf the letter of introduction that Levarden had given him, and said:
"It's all right, master blacksmith."

"I will wait here. After Master O. Henry wakes up, you will hand over this letter to him for me."

"By the way, tell him that I am a demon hunter and want to forge a master-level sword. No matter what he wants, I can discuss it."

With that said, Wayne patted the young dwarf on the shoulder and whispered in his ear:
"My friend, you can also say a few good words for me. Regardless of success or not, I will invite you to the best tavern in the city and drink until you are satisfied."

When the young dwarf heard Wayne say that he should be invited to the best tavern and drink until he is satisfied, his eyes lit up, he nodded hurriedly, and said naively:
"Okay, you wait here."

"Actually, Master O. Henry is my uncle, and I will beg him for you."

"As for whether he will give me this face or not, that depends on your luck."

(End of this chapter)