Chapter 312 (1/2)
Looking at his highness Brandon de sallion, who was thin, without authority and image, the Dean felt a cold touch and was climbing up along his back.
”No, don't believe me?” his voice was trembling, as if he heard something frightening: ”Your Highness! I am a native saxophone. I have been under the king of saxophone all my life. Like all Saxophone people, I am loyal to the de saleon family...”
”Yes, you are as honest and down-to-earth as every my dear fellow saxorians. This is the most perfect advantage of saxorians.”
His royal highness snorted coldly, with some sarcastic meaning in his eyes: ”please tell me, your excellency, have you learned arithmetic?”
”I dare not call it mastery!”
”Yes, the saxorians don't count very well. They don't play smart brains.” Brandon shrugged. ”But as the dean of the furnace college, you should be an excellent alchemist?”
”I, I am just the loyal minister of the Empire, the loyal minister of your family!” the Dean wiped the sweat on his forehead desperately.
”Then answer my question, how many pounds of raw ore does it take to forge a Mithril alloy sword?” the prince asked coldly, ”you must know such precious and important materials very well?”
”I...”
”Let me tell you, what you wrote in the file is 50 pounds, and a piece of armor inlaid with secret silver armor is 60 pounds, 60 pounds!” the red pupil suddenly opened:
”Sixty pounds of Mithril, raw ore! This is close to a thousand pounds of gold, and the market price can be tripled again! Your Excellency, President of furnace college, do you really know that this rare mineral does not exist in Saxony at all, and all of it was purchased at a high price from the dwarves by the empire with the help of the agreement?!”
”Please forgive me, but the extraction of this mineral deposit is really very difficult. We don't have the excellent extraction technology of dwarves!” the Dean can only reply hard: ”we have saved as much as possible, but it requires a lot of experiments and data, and smelting again and again to improve the use efficiency!”
”Well... So these are all necessary expenses? Are they the sacrifices we have to make to enable the Empire to master an important technology?”
”That's right, your highness Brandon!” the Dean quickly said: ”we know very well that such a large number of experiments cannot be approved by the Empire, so we can only flatten the cost to the material orders of the Legion and the orders of the imperial nobles. There is no way!”
”There's no way...” he sighed gently. Brandon approached the Dean, raised the index finger of his right hand and looked at him meaningfully:
”Seeing that you have worked hard for the sakran empire for so many years, without credit or hard work, I give you the last chance to repent in front of me at the Holy Cross and confess completely; I promise I can give you a not too bad ending and an opportunity to enjoy your old age.”
”Enjoy... Old age?” the Dean was shocked: ”Your Highness, i... I'm not even 50 this year!”
”If you refuse, and wait until my wizard consultant finds those 'secret silver that shouldn't exist...” Brandon stared at him and shook his right hand: ”see my finger?”
”I'll just use this index finger to dig out your eyes... Or pick them out? I don't know the wording, but I think you should understand what I mean.”
”You know what I mean?
Dean... Your Excellency? ”
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”Dang --!”
When the white light of the firefly curse lit up the whole warehouse, Loren suddenly turned and pulled out his sword, and the deadly sword ran into his sword ridge!
In the face of this intuitive enemy, dodging within three steps is of little use except to send yourself to his blade and wait for death, especially when the other party has been on guard against himself for a long time.
The strong light dissipated and the warehouse returned to darkness.
The sword edge that can stand is only a millimetre away from his cheek. If he slows down, the whole head will be cut off. There is no fear on the black haired wizard's face, and the corners of his mouth slightly arouse a smile.
I finally see your face, your Excellency the guard Knight
The guard knight in front of him was still as cold as a sculpture, but compared with him once, he was a lot depressed - his armor disappeared, leaving only an ordinary wandering Knight dress, some yellowish complexion and messy hair, which also showed that the other party didn't have a good time.
The only thing that hasn't changed may be this knight's long sword full of broken mouths.
I see... I gave up my heavy armor for flexibility. Coupled with my carelessness, I didn't find each other's existence. My luck is really terrible.