Chapter 585: Magic Tool Transaction Complete, You're Not My Type

It didn't take long for the wooden door of the Magic Tower to open from the inside, and Yamila stood in the doorway with an awkward expression, rubbing her hands as she looked at Jier.

Jier patted the backpack behind him and said in a clear voice, "The money, I've brought it. Let's complete this transaction! Also, regarding that previous proposal, how have you considered it?"

After speaking, Jier stepped into the hall of the house. He glanced at the Dwarf Soldier Spear hanging on the wall to the right of the entrance. Through the good lighting in the room, Jier determined from the slight shift in the spear's position that the Dwarf Soldier Spear had indeed been taken down during the time he was away just now.

What else could she do after taking it down? As a Magic Apprentice, Yamila must have gone to study the dwarven enchanting methods on this spear.

The two walked back to the chairs in the middle of the hall, and Jier asked casually, "Did you figure anything out? Is dwarven magic the same as us humans'?"

Yamila lay back on the fur-covered lounge chair and responded without much thought, "In such a short time, what could I figure out? But dwarven magic is indeed different. Compared to us humans who conduct research into the complexity of magic construction, they seem more adept at utilizing the inherent properties of the materials themselves? Ah—"

After saying this, Yamila realized what Jier had asked and what she had just said, so she covered her mouth with both hands, looking extremely embarrassed.

"No, hey, that, oh my, anyway, I'm sorry!"

Yamila climbed up from the lounge chair, placed her hands on her abdomen, and hurriedly bowed to Jier.

Jier waved his hand, "It's nothing. Anyway, if it's just looking, I wouldn't have disagreed if you had asked me. If there's a next time, just remember to tell me in advance; don't go sneaking around to do it."

Hearing that Jier wasn't blaming her, Yamila stuck out her tongue and smiled sheepishly.

Subsequently, Yamila pushed the Magic Tools that had been sitting untouched on the table toward Jier: "Let's start the transaction now! You bring the coins, and these Magic Tools you've chosen will be yours. However, the Magic Power on them hasn't been replenished yet; I'll charge them for you in a moment! I'll personally charge them with my own Magic Power!"

Jier nodded, took three Silver Plates out of the small backpack behind his armor, and stacked these heavy Silver Plates in the center of the wooden table between the two.

"These are the 'coins' I'm paying with." Jier didn't feel embarrassed at all, because the Silver Plates he provided were made of pure silver material, whereas ordinary coins, in order to maintain hardness and wear resistance during production, actually have other metals added to the gold and silver.

Come to think of it, Yamila was actually making a profit!

"This is?" Yamila widened her eyes, looking at the three silvery-white metal plates on the table. Through the heavy sound of the metal plates stacking on the wooden table, she had a guess, but she still needed Jier to speak and confirm it.

Smiling, Jier said affirmatively, "These are metal plates made of pure silver, each weighing 9.45 kilograms. A silver coin of the Saint Hors Kingdom weighs 20 grams. If you calculate it, if all three plates are converted into silver coins, you'll even have to give me back a little change!"

"If they really are metal plates made of pure silver." Yamila truly hadn't expected Jier to use such things to pay for Magic Tools. But precious metals are naturally money, while money is not naturally valuable.

This point is especially applicable in some small Kingdoms. Some small countries with tight finances, in order to alleviate the Kingdom's fiscal situation, often lower the content of gold, silver, and copper in their coins, adding more cheap metal to the coins as filler.

This could be somewhat useful at first, but as big merchants doing cross-border business discovered it, this trick became less effective. Because such coins are fine for use within the country—although there is a suspicion of plundering wealth from the populace, since everyone is using them, the coins themselves are sufficient for transactions.

But when conducting transactions with foreign countries, this doesn't work.

If the precious metal content is too low, some large cross-border Merchant Guilds won't even bother using that country's currency, and may even refuse to trade with that country.

This point can be seen in the Kingdom coins developed by the Saint Hors Kingdom where Jier is from, and the Ogri coins used by the Ophirine Kingdom; the two have slight differences in the use of precious metals, which leads to Ogri coins being more valuable than the Saint Hors Kingdom's coins, and the exchange rate between the two is also different.

It is not one-to-one, but one-to-one-point-two.

But if the payment Jier provided was pure silver metal plates, that would save a lot of trouble in cross-border transactions, and Yamila would even make a small profit!

Pure silver material is more valuable than silver coins.

"Then, may I check them?" Yamila asked tentatively.

Jier spread his hands, "Please do, and please don't just check one; check all three plates to verify my honesty."

Yamila smiled, "For such a large transaction, that is natural. Wait a moment, Jier, have some snacks and a drink. The place for checking is upstairs; it will be quick."

After she finished speaking, she reached out to move the Silver Plates on the wooden table, but the surface of the Silver Plates was smooth and the weight was not light. She tried twice, but was unable to pick up the Silver Plates with her fingers.

The enhancement magic on her body had long since expired and vanished by this time, so naturally, she couldn't move this thing. And Yamila didn't want to waste the internal Magic Power in the Magic Tool on her anklet; the Magic Power inside this Magic Tool, apart from the few times she was allowed to use it for free for the sake of the mission, had to be replenished by her own Magic Power for any extra usage.

And if she didn't want to replenish the Magic Power, that was fine too—just spend money. Her teacher would naturally take the money and have other apprentices charge the Magic Tools instead.

But Yamila neither wanted to waste her own time creating Magic Power for charging, nor did she want to waste her money in such a place.

Therefore, she waved her hand, "Mimi, please transport these three metal plates to the second-floor laboratory. I want to check their composition and purity."

"Mimi!!"

The Magic Tower responded loudly, immediately extending three small white hands from the ceiling. After accurately grabbing the Silver Plates, it opened the ceiling above the two, just like it did when transporting the Dwarf Soldier Spear earlier, moved aside the complex magic mechanisms and building materials behind the ceiling, and transported the three Silver Plates directly from the first-floor hall to the second-floor laboratory.

Jier looked up at the extremely complex various magic mechanisms behind the ceiling expanding, contracting, and shifting, watching intently.

This thing—he was referring to this Magic Tower—was far more complex and advanced than he had imagined.

If it weren't made into the appearance of a house, but instead made into the shape of a tank according to the three elements of firepower, mobility, and defense, I wonder what the combat capability of this thing would be?

Jier fantasized.

But he felt that since it lacked a high-power main cannon, and the movement of the Magic Tower relied on the long, slender legs extending from the inside, rather than making it look like a tank, wouldn't it be more reasonable to make it look like a giant robot?

Those slender, powerful white legs wouldn't need to extend from the inside; they could be directly wrapped in protective steel armor or Protective Magic to become sturdy legs. And when fighting, it would rely on the large Magic Tools reserved on the upper part of the body to directly bombard the enemy from a distance, wiping them out completely.

As he was fantasizing like this, imagining that one day he could also pilot such a powerful magical giant weapon and slaughter in all directions on the battlefield, Yamila had already finished checking the Silver Plates and returned to the hall.

"Hey! Jier, Jier?" Yamila called Jier's name.

Jier came back to his senses, wiped the drool from the corner of his mouth, and responded, "What's wrong? Is there a problem with that thing?"

"No, no, they are pure silver plates. In that case, I've actually taken advantage of you." She felt a bit embarrassed, and while putting away the Magic Tools on the table that hadn't been sold, she said apologetically.

Jier waved his hand, "Just calculate it according to the weight of silver coins. Then, according to their weight, you seem to owe me some change, right?"

After speaking, Jier reached out his hand with a grin. Yamila also smiled, rummaged through her purse, took out a few Ogri coins, calculated them, and placed them in Jier's hand.

Jier scratched her palm with his finger, and Yamila boldly reached out her right hand and lifted Jier's chin: "What, our young and wealthy little Knight has taken a fancy to big sister? But it's a pity, you aren't the type big sister likes. It would be better if you were a bit older and more mature."

Yamila's fingers stroked Jier's chin, wandering back and forth on Jier's chin: "I like mature men with nice beards, and he'd best have a slightly husky, mature male voice. Oh, our wealthy little Knight, your face is too tender, and your voice is also a bit too clear and clean, just like those ignorant Magic Apprentices newly recruited by the Magic Tower every year."

Jier looked helpless. You, Yamila, are being picky; you yourself aren't that good-looking either. Although your figure is indeed tall and graceful, coupled with your status as a Magic Apprentice, you are probably a person of status and standing in the Ophirine Kingdom, and you must have quite a few suitors.

The two soon returned to their respective seats. Yamila had Mimi bring over several exquisitely decorated small wooden boxes from the Magic Tower's storeroom, decorated with bright and luxurious lacquer, and painted with some patterns that looked mysterious but actually had no effect at all.

"These are empty boxes; they are suitable for holding these Magic Tools." Yamila opened a box, inside of which was purple brocade wrapped in fine cotton fluff, which was great for holding valuable Magic Tools.

Jier quickly put the rings and the Yamila no Me Gem Pendant inside. As for the Strength Enhancement Iron Bracelet and the Nas Magic Ore, because they were too big, Jier just wore them on his body.

Jier equipped the magic bracelet on his left forearm immediately after Yamila finished charging it.

The other Magic Tools had all been charged by Yamila one by one, provided they had internal Magic Power crystals.

Interestingly, the charging process was very fast, but Yamila looked disgusted. Jier only found out after asking that the so-called Magic Power was actually semi-artificially created by magic users inside their own bodies during their daily Meditation. The more powerful the magic user, the faster the process of creating Magic Power, and one of the qualifications for a Formal Mage is the ability to automatically create Magic Power within the body. Only with this condition can one be called a Mage.

Of course, this is just one of the qualifications to become a Mage, and in different regions, the criteria for assessing the qualifications of a Formal Mage are also different. Some are stricter, while others are relatively casual.

"Ah?" Jier looked surprised that the source of Magic Power was like this.

"I should be the one who's surprised, right? Isn't this common knowledge? Oh, I forgot, you are a person from the Saint Hors Kingdom. Tsk tsk tsk, you people of the Kingdom, you can't just because it's a new country allowed to be established by the gods, fail to popularize even a little bit of magic common sense within the country, right?"

Yamila looked at Jier with an expression of disdain, as if Jier and the millions of people of the Saint Hors Kingdom behind him were all ignorant fools.

Jier gave a wry smile: "To be honest, Yamila, you are the first magic user I have ever met in my life, the kind who comes from a truly professional background. Of course, I haven't seen many unprofessional ones either. It's just that my Knight teacher and the Baron, they do have quite a few magic weapons and items. The Saint Hors Kingdom should have quite a few practitioners in magic as well; it's just that I haven't met them before."

"Sigh, what a boring kingdom. And for such a boring place, those big shots fight back and forth; looking at it this way, they are all boring people too."

Yamila seemed to lose interest in the Saint Hors Kingdom beneath their feet all of a sudden, and she waved her hand languidly: "Let's talk about that proposal of yours from before? Jier, it's not that I don't know anything about that Jiedian in the north, but you said you wanted to trade with me. Are you serious?"

Yamila looked at Jier and reminded him: "I remember that I was supposed to trade with a Knight Lord from the Southern Province named Duolin-Hartna. Although he is covered in burns and is currently seriously injured, at the very least, I should be trading with his Adjutant, his squire, or that guy who actually controls the Soldier troop, a fellow named Yeluba? So what about you? Why do you want to intervene?"

"To be honest, I have a very good impression of you, young and wealthy little Knight, but who do you represent? Who are the forces behind you? Why are you here? What exactly are you after?"

As Yamila spoke, she lay back on a comfortable fur lounge chair and beckoned, making a gesture. The next moment, many wooden boards on the ceiling, walls, and floor around Jier flipped open, and slender yet powerful little white hands reached out from each one.

Jier was not afraid of these little white hands around him; these things were indeed troublesome, but their speed was too slow, especially at this distance—Yamila, who controlled them, was no more than two meters away from Jier, and he could raise his hand to draw his sword and kill her instantly.

Moreover, the Magic Hudun on Yamila's body had not been activated either. Clearly, although so many little white hands from the magic hut had emerged, they were actually just trying to scare Jier.

Yamila had no intention of starting a war with Jier.

If they really wanted to fight, the two of them would have already clashed during their first meeting or when they approached the magic hut.

Jier crossed his arms, not even wearing his Helmet, and just stared at Yamila as she drank tea, responding: "Do you really want to know? Isn't it quite good as it is now?"

But Yamila smiled: "But you know me, yet I don't really know you. This is too unfair, especially since the trade we are about to discuss might affect the lives of many people."

"I know you come from the Northwest Province of the Saint Hors Kingdom, have a Knight teacher, and a Noble like a Baron above you. But I don't understand, what do the Nobles and Knights of your kingdom's Northwest Province have to do with the Noble Allied Forces of the Southern Province?"

Jier rubbed his nose: "Actually, I wasn't clear on it at first either. You have to know, we set out from the county in the Northwest Province and walked for a long time before reaching the Southern Province. We set out in spring, and by the time we arrived here, it was already the end of spring."

Yamila sighed silently. The Saint Hors Kingdom was simply too vast. Looking at it this way, the Saint Hors Kingdom, if it truly got serious, was not an opponent their Ophirine Kingdom could handle at all.

Cutting their losses now was already their best outcome. Perhaps the proposal for peace talks from some Nobles within the army earlier wasn't a bad plan?

But the King, who hungered for more benefits, and her teacher, while coercing some Nobles and high-ranking military officials who gained profits through war, still insisted on expanding the scale of the war this year, attempting to use tens of thousands of people to contend against the Southern Province's army of over a hundred thousand.

Their Refining Qi army and the heroes they invited were indeed powerful, but when facing an enemy that was gradually gathering its strength, they still seemed a bit thin.

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