"Nalant, look at these smithies. These are the finest blacksmiths among the dwarves. Even the worst weapons they forge are mixed with mithril. You simply won't find weapons and equipment made from ordinary iron here."
As they walked along the inner road, countless smithies filled their view, and the clanging of forging rang out without end.
Quite a few weapons and pieces of equipment were displayed outside their doors as well.
Nalant took one glance and immediately saw that these weapons were utterly different from those outside Furnace Fortress.
Not only were the weapons here exquisitely crafted, but none of them were ordinary, plain iron swords. Even the worst were comparable to the longsword at Nalant's waist.
"Roel, how much do these longswords cost?" Nalant's mind was now wholly occupied with buying a batch of these weapons to equip his subordinates.
If possible, he also wanted to send some to Stella, his father, and the others, so he cared greatly about the price.
"Haha, they aren't too expensive when bought from the dwarves. Five gold coins apiece!"
"Five gold coins!" Nalant clicked his tongue.
He had come to realize that prices on Glory Continent were truly high.
From the looks of it, these longswords could only be considered fine on Sacred Continent, much like the standard-issue weapons of Glory Continent.
Yet standard-issue weapons on Glory Continent cost only a dozen or twenty silver coins each.
If he truly wanted to improve his subordinates' equipment, he would have to find a way to make money here on Sacred Continent.
Because using money earned on Glory Continent to spend on Sacred Continent—the trade deficit alone would make one cough up blood.
An ordinary noble on Glory Continent only had a net income of two or three hundred gold coins a year.
But