Chapter 57 Dark Swamp (2/2)
”Or you can keep it,” the blacksmith simply said.
”Fine, five thousand it is.” Han Sen secretly vowed to gain himself a beast soul arrow, as Z-steel was not economical at all.
He had already known from Su Xiaoqiao that the manufacturing cost of Z steel was in fact not high and it was only expensive because of the monopoly.
Han Sen gave the arrow parts to the blacksmith, who gave him a five-thousand bill in return.
Han Sen put away the money and asked, ”Do you have better Z-steel arrows?”
When he shot the arrow at the purple-winged dragon, the arrow only went three or four inches deep and the dragon still died from falling. If they were on the flat ground, he could by no means kill the dragon, so Han Sen was not satisfied with this arrow.
”No. I have a dagger with 5 percent Z-steel though. You want it?” replied the blacksmith.
”How much?” Han Sen knew that 5 percent Z-steel was the limit of the contemporary technology. Alpha alloy would become as brittle as glass if the percentage of Z-steel was higher than that.
”Three hundred thousand,” said the blacksmith.
”Three hundred thousand for an arrow with 1.2 percent Z-steel and the same price for a dagger with 5 percent Z-steel?” Han Sen looked at the blacksmith, puzzled.
”It was much more difficult to make the arrow than the dagger,” the blacksmith explained.
”Deal.” Han Sen handed over the money after inquiring about the size of the dagger.
The blacksmith’s price was high, but much more reasonable than the prices in regular stores, where a dagger with 5 percent Z-steel would easily cost a few millions. Also, blacksmith's craft was excellent, as this arrow was a lot better than Starlight arrows.
”I don’t have it on me. Come with me,” the blacksmith said and went into the alley.
Han Sen followed him through a few blocks and then into a dilapidated underground warehouse, where Han Sen saw a lot of manufacturing machinery and equipment, including a large punching machine, which could crush a small aircraft.
Through the warehouse, the blacksmith showed Han Sen into a room. This room looked like an armory and Han Sen was dazzled.
A variety of weapons were neatly arranged inside, their shining blades exuding a thirst for blood.
The blacksmith grabbed an eight-inch dagger and threw it to Han Sen, ”This is the one. Take it and leave.”
Han Sen's eyes were attracted to the knife on the north wall of the room. The style of the knife was ordinary, but it was the only weapon on the north wall, while the other three walls were fully covered with different weapons.