Chapter 72: How to Forge a Divine Sword

Although the previous battle was thrilling, the final harvest exceeded everyone's imagination.

Probably only a race like the Cyclops, who had been hiding in the deep mountains and never going out, would use such precious Mithril as an axe handle.

It was also thanks to Huodun's sharp eyes that he noticed its unusual nature.

According to the rules on the Leiwateleisi Continent, all those who participated in the battle could share a portion of the spoils.

Mali, as the one who contributed the most, enjoyed half of the proceeds of this battle under the unanimous vote of everyone.

The remaining half was divided into seven parts. Xia'er got two parts because of her brilliant performance in driving, and the other five people got one part each.

Leini was a bit embarrassed, feeling that she hadn't helped much, and decided to give her share to Weier who saved her.

As for Weier, he wanted to give his share to Mali, but was refused by the latter.

In this way, except for the female student, everyone owned at least 1.4 pounds of Mithril, which converted to 714 Gold Eagles.

This was an absolute windfall, especially considering that not long ago, many of them were still fighting Goblins for 4 Silver Shields, and now they had become wealthier than some minor nobles.

The premise was that they were willing to sell the Mithril they obtained.

In fact, everyone had been thinking about this matter all the way, and the carriage was very quiet.

A moment later, Weier spoke first. "I'm planning to find someone to forge a sword."

"What?" Leini asked.

"I plan to use my share of Mithril to forge a sword. The knight sword passed down by my father was cut off by that Cyclops."

"Now that you have Mithril," Liweier said, "if you can get Starlight Steel from the Elves and find Earth Crystal from the Youan Maze, and take them to an excellent forging master, you can forge the top weapon on the entire continent, not inferior to those legendary divine swords."

"Uh... I didn't think that far," Weier said. "Just felt that mixing Mithril into fine iron might be able to forge a good sword."

"That would be too wasteful," the old alchemist shook his head. "Do you know how rare Mithril is? Mixing them with ordinary iron, if those Dwarves knew, they would definitely jump with anger."

"Okay, then how do you plan to dispose of the piece of Mithril in your hand?"

"Of course it's for experiments," Lievre said without hesitation. "I only worry that I don't have enough of such rare materials; I wouldn't sell them for any amount of money!"

"What about you?" Weier asked the dog-headed man again, who looked at his battle axe. "I also want to change the axe! It's best to find an alchemist to help me carve a Flying Return Spell on it. I don't know why, but I like catching things that rotate."

Finally, everyone's eyes fell on Meilisha, who felt uncomfortable being watched and curled her lips. "If you don't sell it, don't sell it. Why do you care how others do it?"

Weier was surprised. "I didn't know you were so short of money."

"Ha? Isn't this obvious? We were so poor as adventurers before that we slept in stables, and to fill our stomachs, we chopped trees in Baimu Cun for three months..."

"But that's already in the past. I think life now is not bad. We have a stable salary, and although we are still running around, at least we don't have to sleep in the wild."

Weier pointed to the roof of the car and sighed again, "Alchemy creations are really magical."

"The truck is indeed good, making travel convenient, but I still prefer the days of living in the castle," Meilisha said. "Even if my father has always wanted to marry me off to some unknown minor son of a noble."

"If you use your share of Mithril as a dowry, there should be nobles with castles willing to marry you."

Weier took on the style of an older brother, intending to advise his sister. Who knew that Meilisha's face changed drastically upon hearing this.

"Hmph, you'd better take care of yourself first! If this continues, maybe your funeral will come earlier than my wedding."

Although he had long been taught a lesson by his sister's sharp tongue and soft heart, Weier still didn't know how he had provoked her just now and could only scratch his head, awkwardly.

"Hi, I was just asking casually."

The truck soon arrived at Shuiquan Town. This city was slightly smaller than Yingzui City and was ruled by the Malbran family. The city lord was "Copper Tongue" Regelan. It was said that he liked to hold banquets in his castle, sing and play by himself at the banquet, and force bards to compete with him.

However, he won few and lost many, so he got such a nickname.

Xia'er parked the truck by the city gate. Mali and Liweier got out of the car to communicate with the guards. After showing their identity certificates as Rose Merchants and Alchemists, they were allowed into the city.

Afterward, the two went their separate ways. Mali went to find the honey wine merchant to place an order, while the old alchemist went straight to the Alchemy Association to bring the news of the Cyclops and the appearance of the evil god's mark.

Mali finally bought thirty barrels of honey wine at the price of eight Gold Eagles, which was cheaper than expected. This was because in previous years at this time, a batch of Northern Empire merchants would come to Shuiquan Town to purchase honey wine.

But this year, at least in the short term, it didn't look like they would appear.

Although obtaining Mithril caused his assets to soar, Mali did not slack off on the trade that should be done.

Firstly, this part of the income was an accidental gain and could not be replicated. They were almost impossible to encounter another Cyclops running thousands of miles to send his head.

Secondly, according to his habit of playing games, such rare materials would usually not be sold.

After all, it is easy to sell, but difficult to buy back when needed.

The anti-stab vest he wore was good, but that was for ordinary criminals. This world has magic, monsters, and various powerful races, and even dragons and gods exist.

In the battle with the Cyclops before, he added a Shield Spell to himself before taking action.

Mali hoped to use this Mithril to forge a suit of armor for himself and carve magic runes on it to turn it into a magic piece of equipment. Finally, if possible, use Fusion Alchemy to endow it with a 【Concept】.

According to the old alchemist, the Fusion School and the Runic School do not conflict, which is equivalent to being able to prostitute an enchantment for free, but these are all things for the future.

After finishing the business, Mali went to the magic potion shop to buy a bottle of highly toxic potion, preparing to give it to Xia'er when returning to the car.

Afterward, he headed to the Alchemy Association to meet up with Liweier, where he met Master Wadelun, the person in charge of Shuiquan Town.

That was an old man who was not tall but looked very energetic, with a serious face.

The first sentence he said to Mali was, "I heard from Master Liweier that you killed a Cyclops!

"They are the descendants of the God of Earth and Hills, with the blood of gods flowing in their bodies. Although it is a bit thin today, they are still an ancient and powerful race, with skin as hard as rock."

"They haven't been active on the continent for hundreds of years," Liweier said. "We must take it seriously."

"Yes," Wadelun nodded, but then sighed again, "However, there is more than one strange thing recently." ===== CHAPTER 73 =====