Mage Joan

Although Joan wanted to get on the road as soon as possible, he stayed with the passion of Mrs. Ista, Haakon and Slood, and finally stayed for an extra week until the New Year celebration in 1621 did not say goodbye to the Logan family. , Embarked on a trip to the north.

After leaving Shizhu Town, Qiao An became an eagle man, spread his wings and took off, flew all the way north, from the morning to the Riboxi Mountain, and finally reached the "Forge Valley". Before he landed, he could hear the clanging sound of the magic steam engine pulling the automatic forging hammer against the steel!

The Forge Valley is located on the banks of the Mijiu River and has been a settlement of dwarves since ancient times. The area is rich in iron ore, and the sound of iron hitting from morning to night is endless, so it is named "Forge Valley".

The dwarf fortress "Nidaville" is located deep in the Forge Valley. It is known as the largest dwarf city on the surface of the New World. In fact, it is more like an arsenal disguised as a city.

Nidaville is always shrouded in white steam and black smoke. Various factories are located in low buildings. The huge gears and machines in the plant continue to rotate day and night. Harsh noise.

Nidaville is one of the most important mineral, gem and precious metal distribution markets in the Midgard region. Rare metals like fine gold, mitral silver and cold iron, which are rare elsewhere, can be found in the market of Nidaville I bought it.

In addition, the Forge Valley is also near the "Golden Abyss" gold gallon, which is rich in magic crystal ore. There are several large-scale ore refineries in Nidaville, so Joan can buy very cheap industrial magic crystals per ounce in the city. As long as 580 gold Durga, and in an area such as Leiden that does not produce magic crystals purely imported, the tax-included price per ounce of magic crystal is as high as 625 gold Durga!

Joan intends to first visit Schmidt Anvil, the arsenal owner, to finalize the deal to make revolver pistol bullets. Next, he plans to visit the mineral market in the city, use the fortunes obtained by searching for Siren Siren's treasures, buy some magic crystals and the rare metals that are needed to study magic and alchemy.

Walking into the streets of Nidaville, and seeing the dwarf residents passing by, Joan couldn't help but think of Mr. Flint Anvil who first led himself to the enchanting craft. This respectable old dwarf, whose hometown is in Nidaville, his "Anvil Clan" is the city's leading celebrity.

Uncle Logan gave Joan the first letter of recommendation. The recipient, Mr. Schmidt, also came from the Anvil family and has a high status in the family.

Joan found the Schmidt Armory according to the address on the letter. After some twists and turns, he was finally taken to the office of Mr. Schmidt Anvil, the owner of the factory, and was honored to see the celebrity in the city.

The dwarf family advocates traditional order. Lineage, age and wealth are the foundation of a dwarf in the society. If the above three conditions are met at the same time, the temper will naturally be strong.

The respectable Mr. Schmidt Anvil, as a wealthy arms tycoon, just like most well-known old dwarves, unabashedly arrogant and stubborn in front of the unknown hairy kid, speaking pretentiously The tone really made Joan a little unbearable.

Fortunately, dwarves are not just arrogant, they also value friendship and affection. When Joan handed in Uncle Logan’s autograph, the “arms tycoon” smiled a little more on his face, and his attitude towards him obviously improved; when Joan said that he was a student of Flint Anvil, this There was a trace of surprise in the tycoon's eyes.

After some discussion, Mr. Schmidt decided that Flint Anvil was indeed his relative, and his generation was considered his cousin.

Joan suspected that he was "face-blind". In his eyes, all the adult male dwarfs looked similar.

Fortunately, Mr. Schmidt also has a burgundy beard similar to Flint. According to Mr. Schmidt himself, this is the external characteristic of the noble blood of the Anvil family.

With Logan and Flint, Schmidt did not treat Joan, a little mage, as an outsider, and the following conversation was very harmonious. Although Joanne still appeared a little nervous in front of strangers, he did not speak well, and Mr. Schmidt was not surprised, and was still very kind to him.

After a brief greeting, Jo Anyan returned to the topic and proposed to Mr. Schmidt that he would order 300 rounds of bullets for the revolver.

Mr. Schmidt took over the revolver handed over from Joan and gave a professional judgment with a simple glance.

"Authentic Far East goods, 100% produced by the Bingfenggu Far East Dwarf Arsenal, integrate complex parts on such a small gun, I have to say that the wrought iron family is still a bit capable!"

Joan had never heard of the "wrought iron family", but he had a little impression of "Bingfenggu Arsenal". The newspaper said it was the largest arsenal in the Far East.

The Far Eastern dwarves of Icewind Valley are as good at forging weapons as their distant relatives in the New World, and the Far Eastern dwarves are closely related to Kolas and his sons. For many years, they have been transporting magic crystal guns and magic weapons for the Far Eastern rebels led by Kolas and his sons. Excellent weapons including crystal cannon. Kolas and his son were able to overthrow the rule of the sacred Ashan empire in the Far Eastern provinces, and to sever their side.

"Mr. Schmidt, can you make the same firearm?" Joanne asked the old dwarf.

"It may be possible, but it takes time and effort, and the price is set low. I lose money. The price is set too high and cannot be sold! After all, our New Continent still lacks cultural heritage, and it is mostly the kind of rural rich. They just want Bulk and durable shotguns, few aristocratic gentlemen who are willing to spend a lot of money on high-end firearms, but for now, I am not optimistic about the market prospect of this pocket magic crystal gun."

The old dwarf shook his head, returned the revolver to Joan, took a sepiolite pipe and took a deep breath.

After hearing what he said, Joan was half cold, and he sat there wondering what to say.

Mr. Schmidt saw that he was depressed and put down his pipe and patted the young mage's shoulder with a smile.

"Although I do not plan to design and produce similar firearms, this does not prevent me from opening a set of molds to help you customize the special bullets for the revolver."

"This... thank you so much, Mr. Schmidt!" Joanne is no stranger to the magic industry. Of course, it is not cost-effective to only open a set of molds for processing hundreds of bullets. It is grateful and anxious to the old dwarf. Inquire: "That, in terms of expenses..."

Mr. Schmidt tucked the pipe into his mouth almost covered by the thick beard, took a few sips, and said to Joan afterwards, "The processing fee is slow. I would like to ask you for help."

"I'm just a low-level mage, I'm afraid I can't help you share your worries," Qiao An answered cautiously.

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