Chapter 57: Blacksmith Shop

Watching the mysterious magic runes floating around the treasure vault flash and disappear, Francesca exhaled gently.

She wiped the sweat that didn't exist on her forehead with her white palm and turned to Toruviel and said:

"It's done, Lord Toruviel. The space seal is complete. I am going to open the treasure vault now."

"The gate of this treasure vault was originally powered by a magic node and had to be opened by a special spell of an elf sorcerer, so it could be well preserved in the time of thousands of years."

"When those human armies attacked, they should not have taken the things here."

"Now if you want to open it, you must have me personally inject magic power into it."

The elf sorceress explained a few words, then gently raised her right hand, her slender fingers flashing with the brilliance of magic. She drew an extremely complex magic rune in the air and recited a raw spell in ancient elf language in her mouth.

With her voice, a powerful magic power was mobilized by her and slowly injected into the metal gate of the treasure vault.

In the buzzing sound, a rune in ancient elf language also lit up on the metal gate of the treasure vault. The continuous injection of chaos magic power made the magic runes on the metal gate brighter and brighter.

Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!

Until Francesca injected enough magic power, the treasure vault gate, which had been sealed for thousands of years, officially opened in a clanking sound of mechanical operation.

And when the dust settled and he saw the items in the treasure vault, Toruviel immediately covered her mouth in surprise.

Under the illumination of the light of several torches, ten huge treasure chests were placed quietly in the center of the treasure vault. Countless gold and jewelry were piled up in the treasure chests, still emitting an attractive light even after thousands of years.

Even a farmer who had never seen the world, after seeing these gold and jewelry, could imagine what a huge wealth this was.

However, unlike these ordinary elves like Toruviel, Francesca didn't show any surprise after seeing the gold, but shook her head with some sigh.

For the current elf race, this gold didn't have much value. Just like the elf empire of the past, the wealth they possessed was more than thousands and thousands.

The brilliant and beautiful elf cities were miracles that the human towns of today couldn't compare with, but even such a civilization was killed by barbaric humans until less than one in ten remained, and they became a minority race like the dwarves.

In the face of violence, only violence can compete with it.

Unfortunately, her clansmen understood this truth too late.

Francesca's gaze swept over those treasure chests until she saw many magic equipment decorated on the walls, as well as four huge metal golems guarding in the corners, and nodded slightly, pursing her lips.

This treasure vault was protected by magic. Although it had passed through a thousand years, the things inside were not damaged. Those ancient magic equipment and four powerful metal golems were really a treasure of more value.

She thought about it and turned to Toruviel and said:

"Lord Toruviel, didn't you have an agreement with the Witcher to share a quarter of the spoils with them?"

"Although this treasure vault originally belonged to our elves, when they come here next time."

"You can notify me, and I will give them another generous reward."

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The next day, Old Wyzima.

Wayne put all his valuable things into the magic-pattern storage bag and hung it around his neck for personal safekeeping.

He only put a small money bag with dozens of orens into his waist bag as pocket money for daily consumption.

As for that pile of snacks from other worlds, they were carefully hidden under his bed board, and he even released an Yrden sign, so he didn't have to worry about being discovered.

With the magic-pattern storage bag, Wayne felt that his strength had also been greatly improved. Of course, it was not an improvement in physical attributes and combat skills. A Witcher's strength largely relied on external objects.

Sword oils, alchemy bombs, potions, powerful armor, and treasure swords were all part of a Witcher's strength.

But whether it was sword oil, alchemy bombs, or potions, they were precious materials that were not easy to preserve and were easily damaged in battle. Ordinary Witchers could only carry a very small part with them and could not use them to their heart's content.

But with the magic-pattern storage bag, all these problems were solved. Wayne could not only carry all kinds of sword oils and potions with him, but even for various types of alchemy bombs, he could also store dozens of them without fear of being discovered or damaged.

This undoubtedly greatly enhanced his risk resistance, and he could find suitable ways to solve various emergencies.

Thinking of this, Wayne couldn't help but sigh at his good luck again, being able to draw a piece of space equipment so quickly.

After breakfast, he didn't go to the town hall to handle the house purchase, but asked Geralt, who was a bit hungover, for a design drawing of the Wolf School's master-level silver sword.

There was no finished product for this thing, but a copy hand-drawn by Geralt according to his memory.

It was mainly the design concept of the treasure sword, the appearance of the equipment, and the material configuration map. Because the requirements were extremely strict, it must be completed by a master blacksmith with superb skills.

Although the master-level silver sword was not the best kind of treasure sword in the Wolf School, compared to the Grandmaster-level equipment, its manufacturing cost was cheaper, the materials were easier to find, and it was more convenient to repair, making it more suitable for use in ordinary tasks.

Wayne didn't want to find that after he took the Grandmaster-level equipment to kill a few monsters, the reward he got wasn't even enough for the fraction of the repair fee.

After leaving the Fox Tavern, he followed the address given by Leuvaarden and walked for more than ten minutes to a dwarf blacksmith shop in Wyzima.

At this time, the blacksmith shop was still open. Three strong dwarves were wearing thin clothes, sweat flowing all over their bodies, swinging huge hammers, and banging on the iron embryos on the anvil by the fire furnace.

Looking at the shapes of those things, they should be knives and farm tools used by commoners.

This was also normal. The blacksmith shop in the Middle Ages was not like in the game, mainly producing weapons and armor. Producing iron pots, kitchen knives, hoes, and the like for farmers and residents was their main job.

After confirming that the address was correct, Wayne kept a friendly smile on his face, chose a young dwarf who looked the most honest from the three dwarves, and asked:

"This blacksmith master, may I ask if Master Eibhear is here?"

"I was introduced by his friend Mr. Leuvaarden, and I want to entrust him to help me forge some equipment."

The young dwarf who was asked by Wayne was stunned for a moment, then scratched his hair with fingers covered in iron filings, and said honestly:

"Master Eibhear played Gwent for a whole night last night, won our salary, and then drank half a barrel of black beer. He should not have woken up yet."

"However, it is basically impossible for you to want him to forge equipment for you."

"The equipment forged by the teacher is never sold. He only forges equipment for people he chooses. Even if many dwarf juniors begged him, he didn't agree."

Hearing this, Wayne frowned a bit. It seemed that wanting to get a master-level silver sword from this master was really difficult.

However, since he was here, there was no reason to retreat. No matter whether he could succeed or not, he had to try it.

He kept the smile on his face, handed the letter of introduction given by Leuvaarden to the young dwarf, and said:

"It doesn't matter, blacksmith master."

"I will wait here. After Master Eibhear wakes up, please hand this letter to him for me."

"By the way, tell him that I am a Witcher and want to forge a master-level treasure sword. No matter what requirements he has, we can discuss them."

Saying this, Wayne patted the young dwarf on the shoulder and whispered in his ear:

"My friend, please say a few good words for me. No matter whether it succeeds or not, I will invite you to the best tavern in the city and drink until you are satisfied."

Hearing Wayne say that he would invite him to the best tavern and drink until he was satisfied, the young dwarf's eyes lit up immediately, and he nodded busily, honestly saying:

"Okay, you wait here."

"Actually, Master Eibhear is my uncle. I will beg him for you."

"As for whether he gives me this face, it depends on your luck."

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 58 =====