"Then… did you actually learn their techniques?" one of the heirs asked.
"I haven't learned everything yet. It would take years to truly master their craft. The items I gave you were made by the elves themselves under my command."
Eyes lit up around the room. If this were true, the Hernig family would possess the secrets to crafting magical artifacts—a lost art even to the Imperial Crown. Its value was beyond estimation. If they could even learn fragments of this knowledge…
Just selling the simplest magical tools could bring in mountains of gold.
The influx of people coming to the West for magical artifacts would grow immensely.
The entire Western region could see a resurgence as a result.
The young nobles' minds raced. This wasn't merely a matter of obtaining goods; it was the prospect of self-sufficiency. This was a venture worth risking their family's legacy for.
