Cockroach and Moros took many turns in the Old Town, and finally found a secret entrance. This basement is one of Captain Nova's safe houses, where he is said to run every time he has a sensitive issue. Here, the discussion of the vast alchemy apparatus Moros had bought had taken place, which the blacksmith only later learned had something to do with Yorkland.
"Hey, Moros! It was not long before Moros saw Captain Nova's face again, and the Captain's voice was full of affection as if they were some old friend whom he had not seen for years.
Moros was not at all impressed by the captain's enthusiasm. "We don't know each other, Nova," he said. "I didn't settle the bill with you."
"What was it last time?" With a coarse air of surprise, the captain said, "I got a very good price for that last alchemy at Senobo. You don't want a share, do you, Mroslus? It wasn't there when we said it!"
Play the fool!
In the face of the captain's refusal to accept the death, there was not much Moros could do. He needs money, too. Lots of it. Trying to make a living, trying to take shelter, trying to save up money, and it was down to an extensive customer like Nova.
When the blacksmith did not answer, Nova sighed. "The world is a mess. Look at all the war refugees on the island. The Yorkland Council is a bunch of shit, too, and we can't find out who's arming the rebels!"
At this point, the captain had said something, and Moros had probably understood. The first half of Nova's sentence acknowledges that the Senobo chain led the Yorkland rebellion, and despite the final defeat, the Yorkland rebels are still in the Saki Islands! In recent months, the group has been frantically promoting its group and political agenda, ignored by the Sakhi chieftains, perhaps at the behest of the Senobo chain. Don't worry. Their hands and feet are too clean to trace to the blacksmith.
Although said to eat a dark loss, after all, to receive money, also can only endure. Captain Nova opened the door with one hand, motioned for Moros to come in, not to keep the real customer waiting too long, lest Moros hesitate, and whispered, "Big business," with a low head. As for the "cockroach" who leads the way, the business in the back has nothing to do with him. Wait outside.
After the captain had done so, Moros could not say much. He needed the money, and the captain promised safety. All the blacksmith could say was, "Never again."
Nova smiled and made no reply. When Moros entered the room, she followed him and closed the door.
When Moros entered the room, she saw the masked patron. He was thin in shape. What surprised her was the Arcane robes he was wearing.
This time it was an Arcane!
In his years in Saki, Moros had almost forgotten what an Arcane looked like. The blacksmith felt bad that this was not an average arms deal. After all, Arcane masters don't need metal weapons.
"Hello." The Mask Arcane spoke first, his voice still a little crisp. It must have been a young man. The voice sounds as if it is original, without any sound processing.
Moros was surprised by the frankness of the Arcane :" Hello, would you like to..."
"I hear you're... The alchemist?"
Moros looked back at Nova, and the captain nodded, indicating that he had told his client. The blacksmith rolled his eyes at the captain's behavior. "Side business, my main business is blacksmithing."
Can you pretreat it? Arcane material, ore, mithril. "The Arcane went on, seeing the blacksmith acknowledge it.
The modern blacksmith would run away at any mention of alchemy, but reason and anger prevented him. Impertinent or not, Moros glared at the captain. "Again? !" On the tip of his tongue, Moros swallowed Yorkland again, fearing an accident.
"No! Nova quickly shook her head in denial. "This is a personal request."
"Get out of here! I'm not taking this job!" With that, Moros opened the room door, and Nova, seeing that the situation was not good, hurriedly greeted the guests in the room and chased them out.
The Arcane under the mask saw this but had no idea what was happening. Moros, who had just confessed to being an alchemist, was furious when he heard exactly what was to be done. I had to sit down and wait for the captain to come back with the results.
"Nova Lila, you're never done!" Moros came out almost roaring, unable to lower the blacksmith's throat even despite the captain's silenced gestures. Thanks to the sound insulation of this basement, otherwise the room can hear what is said outside the door.
Seeing that the blacksmith was angry, the captain could only soothe him and explain, "Moros, this is something like... it doesn't matter. They want to be friends with her and learn something. Why don't you do an old friend a favor?"
Give your grandma a leg up! Moros's heart gave a whisper of abuse, a little less fierce. "If you still think of me as a friend, what happened last time in Yorkland?"
"That's not what it says, Moros! How much did you get for the last one? You don't have a count in your mind! What do you want so much money for, don't you think I know?" There was a hint of menace in Nova's tone, and Moros knew he would not escape this time.
"I knew nothing would come of dealing with you people! How much is it?"
'You'll be ready to go when you've finished this one.'
"So much?" Moros was surprised. He had not expected to be paid so much. He still needed more money to buy what he needed. But, if true, Nova's words would represent many, many gold coins!
"Well, that includes your severance pay."
"First, I was never your man, And second, I'm not going to get paid for not doing it, am I?"
"Yes." "And when this is over..." said Nova in a manner that made the blacksmith's blood run cold.
"I'm going home. There won't be another time. God! Ya!!! No! See you!"
...
Nova finally gave Moros to persuade back. The masked man no matter so much directly said their requirements. But fearing that the cantankerous alchemist would leave, he added his use:" I want to make a wand, so I need to get rid of the materials."
"Okay, what do I need? When do I need it? How much?" Moros didn't mince words either, asking directly for the details of the job.
"Method stick with purple gold trunk, about one meter long; Mithril six equal parts, to make tiger teeth; Rune connection with the moon blue crystal, do high-temperature purification; Nir tin, do the extraction..."
This is like reciting a list of detailed requirements. Moros heard that this is an expert, how do not know the mathematical Olympiad level, but at least the theoretical level of excellent?
"Five hundred trinins in all. Three months is all right?"
That's about the market average, maybe even a little lower, but that's not what matters to Moros. He had talked with Captain Nova outside, but what was so strange about the Arcane in front of him that the Senorbo army would pay so much for it?
After all the materials and treatments were heard, the blacksmith found a huge problem:" Where is the wand's core?"
The most important thing about an Arcane staff is its energy core, but there needs to be something in this detailed list that can be used as an Arcane core for a team!
"I've taken care of that. I won't bother you."
Already taken care of? Generally speaking, the core material of the wand energy is the most difficult to work with. Some very subtle differences can make a massive difference to the effect of the whole wand. It turns out, he was hired to handle the side stuff but not the core.
But that was not something Moros had to think about. He nodded. "Where is the material?" the blacksmith asked.
"It has been sent to your forge." Nova's inopportune voice made Moros roll his eyes.
"Three months later, come downtown and see Paggio's forge. Come straight to me, and I'll take you into the back room." Moros's blacksmith shop is divided into two parts. The outside is the regular blacksmith business, while the inside is the real money-making business of alchemy.
"What's your name?"
"Moros, Moros Paggio."
...
It was lunchtime heat when Moros and the Cockroach left the captain's secret safe house. The blacksmith felt surrounded by countless Arcane artists emitting fireballs in the direct sunlight. After years of living in the South, he had yet to adapt to the hot climate. But fortunately, after this job, Moros saved enough money to begin his arduous journey back home.
Only this mission made his heart so uneasy that it felt like something was wrong. Or, as soon as things get involved with Nova, they seem inappropriate!
The materials were used to make the wand, and they were used in the rod, but moon blue crystals A kilo?!
Although I haven't seen it with my own eyes, this amount is a little too much! In the standard method of wand, the amount of blue crystal on the month is calculated with two. The less critical connection is replaced with other materials, a kilogram of blue crystal on the month, even if it can wrap up the whole method of scepter!
But if you take that kilogram of blue moon crystal and use it to make an alchemist bomb.
Moros a spirit, Nova originally smuggled a few weapons, now just started to support terrorist attacks?!
Follow this train of thought, in the end, who will take away the blue crystal of the moon? It is almost impossible to tell! The Yorklanders holding the banner outside his house, and if one of them had accidentally dropped the bomb and exploded outside his own home. Not to mention his shop if the chief's guard is attracted. The continuous reasoning made Moros, one head, two big, hands and feet cold, feel the hot day around seemed so warm!
"Cockroaches!
"What's the boss doing?"
Without hesitation, Moros's voice said firmly, "You wait here. When the Arcane Master comes out, you follow him and tell me where he lives."
"Huh?" The cockroach doesn't react. "What happened?"
Don't worry about it. It's important. Seeing the cockroach still reluctant to go, Moros also said:" Two gold coins!"
At the mention of money, the cockroach's eyes light up:" Boss, when did you become so generous?"
"Go!