Chapter 78 Would you like to make some extra money?
"Look what I got?" Nick smiled and his tone was filled with joy.
Crown saw that the beast's scales were a matte gray-white with yellow wavy patterns.
Its back was wounded and blue blood was flowing out.
He walked forward and touched the beast that kept growling. It felt smooth and slightly cool. With his level as a second-level magic scholar, Clown recognized that it should be a monster with extraordinary strength - the iron-eating beast.
This is a strange monster that feeds on ore and can excrete crude metal slag.
Their scales fall off once a year, and these scales can be smelted again to make advanced armor. The advantages are light weight, excellent defense against piercing damage, and high resistance to elemental damage.
Judging from the color of the iron-eating beast's scales, he concluded that the monster's diet for the past year consisted of iron ore and copper ore.
There was an angry look in the monster's eyes, but there was no madness in it, which meant that it had not been mutated by the gray fog.
'Looks like I'm going to make a fortune this time,' he thought secretly.
"You didn't recognize it, right? This is an iron-eating beast, and it's very useful." The priest thought he didn't recognize it, and explained happily, "There should be an introduction to this kind of monster in the foundation of supernatural knowledge. You didn't read the book carefully enough!"
Geralt sneered beside him: "If I hadn't stopped you, you would have killed it."
Nick waved his hand and said nonchalantly, "I'm just testing the beast's ability to withstand blows."
"Haha," the witcher laughed mercilessly.
"What are the casualties?" Crowne changed the subject, which embarrassed the priest.
"One died and six were injured. Five of them were slightly injured, and another had his forearm knocked off by its tail. Fortunately, I was deep in the mine at the time, otherwise there would have been more casualties." Nick paused and sighed, "We cremated the dead at night."
"Casualties are inevitable. Let's think about how to keep this monster alive," Geralt patted the priest on the shoulder. "This thing can dig holes in the ground very quickly, and an iron chain can't hold it down."
He then asked, "When will the agreed reward be paid? Protecting people is more tiring than killing monsters."
"Well, I told him the reward was three days of employment, one copy each of your two talismans, and a bottle of strength potion."
"No problem, then we'll settle it every three days," Klauen nodded. "Mr. Geralt, are you interested in making some extra money?"
The man with snow-white plaster hair raised his eyebrows, and a bright look flashed in his eyes: "What extra money? I'm very interested."
"Let's talk while we walk. The wounded need medical treatment as soon as possible." Klauen turned around and Geralt followed him. The convoy continued to move forward.
"Be my swordsmanship sparring partner. According to the previous price, you can get a gold shield per hour."
"Five, five gold shields per hour." Geralt stretched out his hand and spread his five fingers. "You are much stronger now than before. It will be much more tiring to spar with you."
The demon hunter raised his eyebrows and said with a strange smile: "I learned how to raise the price from you."
Clown laughed. He understood that the other party was still unhappy about him raising the price of the talisman.
"No problem. Do you have any extra spirit coins? I am willing to pay a higher price than the market price to buy your ordinary spirit coins."
"That won't work. The effect of spirit coins will become more and more powerful. I have a good sense of this." Geralt blinked and smiled, with an expression that said, "I've seen through you." "I know that the church has a magic circle to purify spirit coins."
The scar on the edge of his left eye twisted, and although he was smiling, he looked ferocious.
"So what price do you think is appropriate?"
"Consider it as a loan from me. You have to give me the gold spirit coins when you return it."
Clown bared his teeth: "Loan shark, how much can you pay?"
"There are only six. Just give me five gold coins." The demon hunter said with embarrassment: "When do you want them? But you need to give me two gold coins first. The remaining three can wait."
The only six spirit coins were the accumulation of the master and apprentice in the past two years, and were the last reserve. Two of them were earned from the priest a few days ago, and they would not be used unless it was absolutely necessary. This time, he was willing to take them out because of the good opportunity.
"I won't need it in a few days, I'll borrow it from you then." Clown planned to wait until the breathing method and the cross sword liver were upgraded, and then continue to use spirit coins to speed up the proficiency of the spirit control technique and the golden light spell.
As for how to get the spiritual coins, of course, they were borrowed.
If the town restores its connection with the outside world, it will not be difficult for him to repay the money with his craftsmanship. Now, any improvement he can make is a good one.
After getting the demon hunter's response, he turned around and looked behind him. Before he could say anything, Nick said, "You want to borrow spirit coins? No problem. Have you used up all your spirit coins? At your current level as a warrior, you will rarely use spirit coins, right?"
They didn't deliberately lower their voices just now, so the people behind them could hear them clearly.
Clown laughed and said, "Making talismans requires pure spiritual essence."
He planned to blend in the church circle as a warrior, and when he got out in the future, the spirit master would be his other alias. Then he would buy an evil spirit with other abilities to disguise his new identity in all aspects.
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"I don't have many spirit coins left, and I need to keep some for myself. I can only support you with 20."
'Damn rich man,' Geralt cursed inwardly. The master and disciple had lived in the open air and were often in danger, but they had only saved up a few spirit coins in two years. However, a pastor in a small town could save up dozens of spirit coins, which made him jealous.
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After the convoy entered the wall, the gatekeeper turned the turntable and the gate was lowered with a creaking sound.
Geralt asked, "I'll go back first. Will we start sparring in the evening or after 7 o'clock? Where?"
"Yes, the time is still the same, and the location is in this open space," Crown responded, stamping his feet lightly.
The demon hunter nodded and looked to the other side: "Father, don't forget to pay me extra!"
He waved and left with satisfaction.
"What extra compensation?" Crown asked puzzledly.
"He reminded me that the monster was an extraordinary iron-eating beast. I was very happy after I captured the monster alive, so I agreed to give him 200 gold shields for information consulting fees." Nick spread his hands and lowered his voice: "At that time, I didn't even think about the iron-eating beast, because this mining area is relatively barren. It was abandoned after a few years of mining and would not attract this rare extraordinary creature. Do you understand what I mean?"
The priest's words were very obscure, but how could Crown not understand? He was a second-level demon scholar.
He nodded imperceptibly: "Of course I understand. We are rich."
The two looked at each other and smiled, saying nothing.
Iron-eating beasts only appear in rich mines, which means that there is a rich vein hidden under this poor mine. There are some gemstones in the rich mines, which are excellent spellcasting materials. If the quality is good, warlocks are willing to pay a good price.
Putting aside the mineral veins, the scales shed by the iron-eating beast are high-quality materials for making armor, and many knights are proud to own a set of this armor.
Nick said softly, "Find a chance to survey the size of the vein. If it's a micro vein, it will belong to us. Smaller ones or larger ones need to be reported to the church, and we'll get some soup with them."
(End of this chapter)