Kyle, standing behind Velin, carried a wooden box over to the two of them. He turned the opening toward Layla and slowly opened it.
An exquisite dagger lay inside the wooden box, gleaming silver-white.
"Is this dagger made of mithril?" Layla asked uncertainly.
"Layla, you truly are knowledgeable. Eighty percent of this dagger is made from mithril." Velin picked up the dagger and handed it to Layla.
"This... this is far too valuable."
Layla held the mithril dagger and roughly estimated its weight at around one jin.
Based on the price of mithril she knew, one gram of mithril cost four Gold Coins. With eighty percent mithril content, this dagger contained the equivalent of four hundred grams, making it worth sixteen hundred Gold Coins.
However, the price of mithril was set by the kingdom authorities. In private transactions, one gram of mithril generally sold for ten Gold Coins. If this dagger were put on the market, it could fetch at least four thousand Gold Coins.
"Converted into Gold Coins, this dagger is not enough to hire a mage like you, much less a priest proficient in potion-making."
"Besides, this mithril dagger has only undergone basic shaping. At most, it is Fine Grade. To bring out mithril's true value, you will need to hire a Magic Craftsman and a master smith to further refine it."
"But you have already paid me."
Layla still refused, unwilling to accept it.
"If I invited you here with a mere toy, do you think I could live with myself? Next time, I probably would not even have the nerve to face Aunt Flora." Velin said with feigned difficulty.
Seeing this, Layla struggled inwardly for a while before nodding and accepting the gift.
"Layla, how is the Magic Potion Workshop's output? Is there anything we need