Deadlock

"How's it going?"

The arrogant voice of the dwarf made both demon hunters look away and swallowed almost simultaneously.

Tell the truth.

If there are any expensive jewelry or paintings, no matter how expensive they are, they will not have much impact on their future.

Sharp weapons, strong armor and various Magic Accessory...

And each one is a masterpiece.

Tsk tsk...

Look at those charming lines and arcs, look at that alluring glow. Which demon hunter, no, which warrior can withstand this temptation?

"You'd better be careful, Horton." Vesemir said with a straight face, "I'm already considering an escape route..."

"Hahaha."

The dwarf laughed heartily, and his entire stone house seemed to tremble with laughter.

"But you won't, Vesemir, and I believe Ailin won't either," the dwarf suddenly stopped smiling, with a very sure tone, "You School of the Wolf and Witcher Master are all very arrogant, otherwise you wouldn't have been made like this by those damn nobles and wizards Kedwen."

"God knows why those ungrateful bastards would target you like this."

"You must know that going back further, there is no one in Kedwen whose ancestors have not received the life-saving grace of School of the Wolf Demon Hunter."

"That damn the Glutton—well, he's already dead—the throne was established with the help of Grand Master School of the Wolf..."

"Horton!" Vesemir said coldly.

"Okay, okay, let's stop talking..." The dwarf raised his hands, sneered, and looked at Ailin, "Then come in... I promise you, Ailin, you will definitely fall in love with the beauty I forged for you."

Said.

The dwarf led the two witchers into the treasure room.

Crossing the threshold built by Aetherium, a deep chill suddenly came over me.

"It will be a bit cold. The precious materials of monsters such as the werewolf's heart, Scorpion Spider's silk, etc. are easily corrupted at high temperatures, so I specially asked Riesberg Group Civil Cooperative to help me design this set of magic circles that can continue to operate..."

"Aetherium doesn't suppress magic energy?" Ailin asked curiously.

Be reasonable.

Wrapped in such a thick Aetherium metal box, it is a miracle that the magic lights on the wall can light up.

At least after entering the treasure room, Ailin felt that the four elements around him seemed to be frozen, and he felt a little uncomfortable.

He guessed that this was because the affinity between water and earth attributes exceeded ten points and he could sense the dual elements of water and earth.

Say a few words off topic.

Because he could sense the dual elements of water and earth, when he was Kaer Morhen, he went to Vesemir to learn spells for a few days.

After checking, Sorceress found that Ailin could indeed learn spells, of course only in the water and earth systems.

After the results came out, Sorceress was very pleasantly surprised.

But Ailin gave up after learning it for two or three days.

Because the progress is too slow.

It only took Mary two or three days to learn the same spell as a novice, but it took him two or three years.

Witcher's Handbook Of course, you can also learn it by force.

But a Water Element cleaning spell that can only be used for washing requires 137 Experience Orbs.

He's crazy to spend this money.

So after a few days, I informed Sorceress to suspend the course.

But this is also a good sign. After Elemental Affinity goes up, the difficulty of learning will definitely be reduced.

"Good question!" The dwarf smiled, but did not answer directly, "That's why this treasure room cost me all the savings I accumulated in half my life, and I also borrowed a lot from Vivaldi Bank."

Now even the cold-faced Vesemir was surprised.

A dwarf blacksmith's half-life savings still needs to be borrowed.

That must be an exaggerated value, at least dozens or hundreds of times that of Elsa.

"This is it." The dwarf stopped in front of the armor stand with the red medium armor.

It was exactly what Ailin saw at the door of the treasure room.

But after getting closer, the details of the armor became clearer.

The bright red breastplate is like burning coals, and like fresh blood stained on the battlefield.

The armor that fits the body on the shoulders, wrists, and knees glows with the same bluish luster as the walls of the treasure room.

The reason why Ailin can catch it at a glance at the door is naturally because it is very similar in appearance to the master set on Vesemir. You can tell at a glance that they are similar styles.

But the reason why I didn't dare to recognize it at once was because this armor and the one on Vesemir didn't look like they were forged and sewn from the same level of material.

How to say...

Just like in the third-rate games of the previous life, there were equipment of different qualities such as ordinary, rare, outstanding, epic, and legendary.

The master set of School of the Wolf worn by Vesemir is probably rare.

And the thing in front of me is an epic, even legendary, with special effects and luminescence.

therefore.

Although Ailin did not identify the panel of Wolf School Master Set on Vesemir, he still conveniently gave an identification to the eye-catching armor in front of him.

Then...

Huh?

[name:?]

[Type: Artificial Magic Material]

[Function:?]

[Note: Unfinished masterpiece]

The question mark in the name means it has not been named yet. I have seen Wolf Emblem before when Circle of Elements was formed.

But this is the first time that even the functionality is a question mark.

Also...

Artificial magic materials?

Through the translucent panel, I glanced at the colorful Wolf School Master Set.

"This is the first time I've seen this category."

But since it can be identified, after completion, it will at least be a magic prop with special effects like "Night Color".

Maybe there will be a set effect of all four parts in the game.

"There is also a comment about 'Masterpiece'... Maybe I can raise my expectations a little higher." He thought to himself.

"Now she only needs an alchemist to carve Magic Array and inspire the elemental magic contained in these top-quality Magic Material..." The dwarf held his head high and looked proud, "Don't fool those alchemists who are not worthy of their name..."

"No, Lady Vesemir's alchemy is one of the best in the entire Northern Continent."

Vesemir waved his hand to interrupt, but his eyes did not move away from the red armor for a second.

There was desire and envy in his eyes, but more of it was doubt.

"This..." Vesemir pursed his lips, walked a few steps closer, and observed carefully for several seconds, "This doesn't seem to be the Wyvern Hide I gave you..."

"Indeed it's not," the dwarf nodded, stroked his beard, and urged, "Try it first, there will be surprises after you put it on..."

Ailin looked at Vesemir.

Vesemir glanced at the smiling dwarf, hesitated for a second and nodded.

"Then I'll try."

The tentacles of the breastplate are tough, and even in the cold treasure room, there is a hint of warmth escaping.

"Dragon Hide..." Vesemir, who was helping Ailin put on the armor, touched the scaly seam on the breastplate, and his expression suddenly changed.

"It's a red dragon." The dwarf added with a smile.

Witcher Master looked at him deeply and said nothing. After putting the leather armor away, he tied the belt on Ailin.

The breastplate forged and sewn by the dwarves is slightly loose.

Both demon hunters had expected this. After all, Ailin is only fourteen years old now, which is the age when his body is growing rapidly.

The experience of the dwarf forging master must have been estimated based on Ailin's adult physique.

but.

After the several straps on the breastplate were tied, there was a "sudden" sound, and the entire breastplate shrank suddenly like a living thing, fitting Ailin's figure just right.

"Hahaha~" the dwarf laughed boldly, as if he had been looking forward to this moment for a long time, "Did you think I would be made according to Ailin's adult body shape?"

Without waiting for the two demon hunters to speak, he asked himself another question:

"But I, Horton Qui-Gon, am not one of those ordinary craftsmen who can only forge ordinary products..."

"What's the price?" Vesemir took a deep breath, "This must be new material."

"Good vision!" The dwarf gave a thumbs up, "Queen Scorpion Spider Silk can give cortical biological materials life-like activity..."

"Red Dragon Hide, Queen Scorpion Spider Silk, what else have been changed? Let's tell them together now..." Witcher Master watched Ailin put on the last boot.

Instantly.

From bottom to top, the red magic glow was like waves in a lake, covering the armor with a layer of bright red.

The whole figure of Ailin is like the legendary Higher Vampire who goes to banquets and hunts for humans.

Mysterious and powerful!

"There are only these two, Greater Griffin Stomach, werewolf's heart, Aetherium, etc. They are not top-notch forging magic materials, but they are enough. Changing to a better one will not have a better effect..."

After a pause, the dwarf added, "Knowing that you demon hunters are not those flamboyant human nobles, I will only improve your quality where necessary."

"So, how do you feel?"

"It feels... good..." Ailin closed his eyes.

A gentle warmth surged throughout his body.

This warm current seems to not only resist the severe cold, but also automatically interacts with the surroundings and even the magic power in the demon hunter's body, making the energy, blood and magic power in the body seem to be more active.

In other words, it slightly increases the injury healing speed, magic power recovery speed, and spell casting (especially fire spells or seals) strength...

"Hahaha, of course it's good," the dwarf folded his arms and laughed proudly, "When Lady Vesemir thinks about the imprint Magic Array, she will be even better!"

"This will be my most proud masterpiece so far!"

And a few sincere compliments.

The three people in the treasure room fell silent almost at the same time.

"We are very satisfied with the armor," Vesemir glanced at Ailin and suddenly said, "So Horton, how much do we need to make up for it?"

Horton shook his head.

"Don't tell us that these two materials are free," Witcher Master said with a trace of sarcasm in his eyes, "The dragon has not appeared in the world for a long time. Perhaps only Zerrikania on the other side of the Blue Mountain can find the whereabouts of those beautiful creatures with 100% certainty..."

"The price of Scorpion Spider Queen's spider silk is not much cheaper. Adding the two items together, the ten thousand Oren we paid you more than two or three months ago can be offset..."

"Of course not," the dwarf shook his head, as if he didn't hear the sarcasm in Witcher Master's tone, "But you really don't need to pay anything more, because someone has already paid for you."

"Despicable Demavend II?"

"Despicable... but very generous Demavend II." The dwarf hesitated for a second and corrected, "Although he played a lot of tricks to trick me into coming here, he did give him whatever he asked for, and he never 'backstabbed' one of his own. I have lived very comfortably in Vergen these years."

Vesemir glanced at Ailin beside him. "I am more inclined to pay more Oren, Horton. Although I am a pauper, the owner of this armor is surprisingly rich."

Under the dwarf's doubtful gaze, Ailin tacitly took out several deposit certificates from his wallet. The total amount on them exceeded one hundred thousand Oren.

This is the bearer certificate of deposit from Vengerberg and Arland in the first half of the year.

"I can pay as much as you want!" The demon hunter said simply, because it was easy to make money.

Even because Arland placed several large orders for Necrophage Oil and Specter Oil, he will be richer when he gets his money back in two months.

The dwarf was stunned for a second, thinking he heard wrongly.

After scanning the Vivaldi Bank and confirming the series of zeros, the rough, bearded face was filled with astonishment.

A Witcher Master has lived for hundreds of years, but none of his children are rich yet!

Are you serious?

The dwarf looked at Ailin in surprise, as if to see what unique way a fourteen-year-old demon hunter could make money.

"But even so, I can't accept it," he smiled bitterly, "Whether it's Red Dragon Hide or Queen Scorpion Spider's spider silk, Demavend II entrusted his knights to send it."

"When we go back Kaer Morhen, the chief will definitely have..."

"Hey hey hey..." the dwarf interrupted with a few rude shouts, "Vesemir... my old friend, just for one Greater Griffin. Didn't you just kill one a few months ago?"

"You know why in your heart, Horton..." Vesemir's face was cold, "School of the Wolf..."

"School of the Wolf abides by neutrality..." the dwarf scratched his beard irritably, "I know this, everyone knows the principles of you good old people."

"Let's not talk about how Kedwen's wizards and nobles treat you. Greater Griffin is not on the front line of the battlefield. You don't need to take sides at all..."

"Even on the front line... I heard that you demon hunters also have a history of cleaning up corpse-eating creatures when the two armies are at war, and there are quite a few..."

Vesemir stared at the dwarf coldly until his voice became smaller and smaller, and his tone became more and more guilty.

When the dwarf closed his mouth completely with an ugly expression, he warned without any fluctuation:

"Don't play word games, Horton, don't play word games."

"The frontline cleanup Ghoul was agreed upon by both parties on the battlefield. Is Demavend II willing to let Kedwen know about this?"

The dwarf put on a bad face. "Isn't the friendship between us for so many years useless?"

"If there are just some small monsters like water ghosts and Ghoul crossing the border to harass you, of course we can help you, but Greater Griffin..." Vesemir shook his head, "Greater Griffin will have a great impact on the situation between Kedwen and Ard."

"Can't you be accommodating at all?" The dwarf's thick eyebrows stood up in anger.

Vesemir sighed quietly and shook his head firmly.

This moment.

The coldness in the treasure room became even stronger.