In the whole area and territories beyond, there were so many tribes with less than ten thousand people, but there were not many tribes that could produce one or two refiners of any class, not to talk of a young silver-level mage.
Although the Birch tribe had two refiners in the chieftess and the Soulsmith, who weren't young of age, it was not a common occurrence.
So, Oscar was also surprised. The power base of a silver-level mage wasn't a simple matter. With this in mind, he sighed and said. "I greatly admire you, master Guyon. You're a great mage without any doubt, but marriage is not a trivial matter. I know my parents will want to be completely sure about my sisters' well-being as I am. So, why don't we show you around while they discuss your proposal with my sisters?"
"Hmm, that sounds good, young master Oscar." Hearing this, Guyon suddenly felt a little discouraged ball, but knew it was a good development. Sitting back on the chair, he thought to himself. Impressive. There were sayings that this heir of the Birch tribe had a great wisdom since he was a chid" He didn't believe it at first, but at this moment, he could testify to it.
Seeing that the matter had come to an end, Oscar asked immediately. "Master Guyon, you said there are two things that brought you here. What's the second one?"
"Yes..." When Guyon heard the words, he immediately recovered his mind, and replied. "It's about your new weapon, the etherbow. We have heard of it's power in our tribe. So, coming here, my father asked me to ask if you could allow us to buy some of them. As a form of cooperation, he sent a small gift to the chieftain."
Guyon reached into his bag of holding and produced an emerald case with different patterns of flowers and birds carved on it. He stepped forward and handed the box to Kai, with a slight bow.
Kai opened the box, and was shocked by what was inside. It was a thin and transparent one-piece cloth.
Kiara suddenly exclaimed. "Mithril Coat?"
Guyon was also quite intrigued by the words. He didn't expect anyone in this little Birch tribe could call this item's name at a glance. It seemed that he really underestimated this tribe.
"Your knowledge is exemplary, chieftess." Guyon nodded and said, "This item is indeed a Mithril Coat. It can expand or contrast when worn on the body, light as if it was nothing, or hard as steel to prevent the body against injury. As it is, it can withstand weapons strikes and magical attacks below the gold-level power base. My father got it by chance more than ten years ago, and it has been treasured by my family ever since. But for the knowledge of etherbow, this is just the beginning of our thanks."
Kai put the Mithril Coat back into the emerald box, and said. "The etherbow was developed by my son, so it is not ideal for me to make decisions on it without asking him, which I believe is fair enough. So Oscar, what do you think?"
Oscar was observing the bag of holding on Guyon when he heard his father's question, and quickly replied, "Master Guyon, it's not that we don't want to share this knowledge with you but this etherbow is time consuming and very delicatel to make. You can't just find a bowssmith to make it."
Guyon felt a little bit bad after hearing this. It was obvious the young heir to the Birch tribe was not going to let it off easily.
So he quickly interjected. "Young master Oscar, you don't need to worry too much about that. My Canyon tribe has more than a few skilled bowyers who are good at bow making. I think there'll be no problems in making these etherbows."
"I admire your tribe even more, master Guyon." After pondering for a while, Oscar couldn't help sighing. "But I don't know if you have a bowsmith who is also a blacksmith and a skilled fire mage. Not to mention he must have a silver-level power base.
"A silver-level fire mage who's also a bowssmith and blacksmith at the same time?" Guyon was also shocked by these requirements, and quickly asked. "Young master Oscar, are you saying that etherbows can only be crafted by a silver-level soulsmith?"
"Yes, master Guyon. Otherwise, it could be dangerous to its wielder." As soon as Oscar said the words, he saw that Guyon was a little bewildered, trying to determine if what he said was true or false? How much was true, and how much of it was false.
The Canyon mage must be judging from Oscar's young age that the strength of the Birch tribe was really formidable.
Seeing Guyon's complexion changing again and again, his eyes wandering, Oscar smiled inwardly. Fleetingly, he felt a slight jolt in his mind, but quickly dismissed it. He put his mind back on the matter at hand.
He remembered the old adage about striking while the iron was still hot. It seemed that he had to put more wood into the fire, and give the mage something to think about. With this in mind, he gestured towards Wynter. "Master Guyon, that's uncle Wynter. He's the Soulsmith of our tribe."
Guyon and warrior Luthor glanced at each other, and drew big question marks in their hearts. Was this little man really the legendary mage and craftsman?
Guyon quickly turned on his mage sight, and was shocked when he saw Wynter's information. He was really a mighty Soulsmith with a strong power base in magic. He smiled and gave the Soulsmith a curt nod. Guyon stood up politely on his feet and said. "Magus Wynter, your reputation precedes you. It's an honor to meet you today."