Thorin raised an eyebrow.
A hundred gold coins?
His first instinct was to say it was too little.
But then he did the math. What could a hundred gold coins buy on Terra?
An ordinary commoner spent three gold coins a month at most. Even eating and drinking well, ten was the absolute limit.
A hundred gold coins a month, all take-home pay, with food and lodging provided. No risking their lives, no going to war.
They would finish work after eight hours a day.
If a job like this were advertised within the Dwarf Clan, they would beat one another's brains out over it.
Normally, for a dwarf to make a piece of equipment, they had to buy good materials, forge it with all their strength, then engrave runes and infuse magic power.
If anything blew up at any stage, they would lose their entire investment and have to start over.
After a whole month of work, they might take home less than those hundred gold coins.
Thorin's eyes shifted a couple of times, and he glanced at Lin Mo again.
Five hundred for Fourth Order, a thousand for Fifth Order, five thousand for Sixth Rank...
The higher the rank, the more they were worth.
High-ranking craftsmen were scarce to begin with, and no one else could engrave large rune arrays. There was nothing wrong with that pay scale.
He already felt he was making a killing.
But he still had to keep up appearances.
"Hmph. You Great Xia people really do know how to do business."
"All right, that price will do."
"But let me make this clear first. Once my people get to that moon of yours, if you dare mistreat them, I'll charge extra!"
Lin Mo smiled and held out his hand.
"Rest assured, we won't