Chapter 34 Sword Forging and Gwent Card Showdown (Page 1/2)

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Two days later, in the blacksmith shop of Baiguo Village, the dwarf blacksmith Willis was swinging his hammer vigorously, hitting a silver-white sword blank.

Sparks flew on the huge anvil, and under the rhythmic hammering of the dwarf blacksmith, a sharp and beautiful silver-white long sword gradually took shape.

The high-temperature flames evaporated the sweat on Willis' face, and his muscles trembled slightly during the repeated hammering.

However, even though his body was quite tired, the dwarf blacksmith was in a very happy mood, and even his voice was unconsciously raised a few decibels.

"A sword of fine refined steel and a silver sword of a skilled witcher."

"Plus the high-grade solid wooden scabbard I gave you, a sturdy and durable cowhide strap, sword maintenance oil and a high-end whetstone set." "

Mr. Frank, I will charge you a total of one hundred and fifty orens. It's absolutely worth the money."

Because he made a lot of money, the dwarf blacksmith's face was full of smiles, and he swung the hammer with extra effort.

Frank, who was sitting in the yard, shook his head when he heard this, and said in a calm tone:

"That's not how it's calculated, Mr. Willis."

"I provided you with two top-secret advanced weapon blueprints, which broadened your horizons as a swordsmith, and discussed with you many skills of using weapons by demon hunters."

"Such treatment is not something that ordinary blacksmiths are qualified to enjoy."

"Moreover, all the materials for the silver sword were provided by myself, and the magic materials you lacked were also purchased by me from the warlock."

"However, you still charge me such a high fee."

"Is this really appropriate?"

"The business I brought you in the past few days is probably equivalent to your income for one or two months."

"Shouldn't you give me an extra discount when facing a big customer like me?"

The dwarf blacksmith Willis probably never thought he would hear such a statement. He was stunned for a long time, then shook his head like a wave, and even slowed down his blacksmithing movements. He said in a firm tone:

"No, no, you are talking nonsense."

"I am obviously serving you, but you make it sound like I am taking advantage of you."

"Hehe, you can go and ask around. Among the dozen or so villages nearby, my craftsmanship is the best, and I always charge fair prices."

"For this deal, at most I can give you a 10% discount, to one hundred and thirty-five orens."

"No matter what you say, not a penny less."

The dwarf's tone was firm. When Frank heard this, he knew it was impossible to lower the price any further.

So, he changed the subject, took out a bag of exquisite cards wrapped in silk from his bosom, shook it at Willis, and said in a very enthusiastic tone:

"Okay, okay, Master Willis, 10% off is 10%, a total of 135 Orens, I will pay you later."

"However, when I was drinking in the tavern, I heard that in the White Orchard, your Gwent skills are the best, and you are a generous and hospitable dwarf."

"Although I am just a Gwent beginner, I only have a set of the most basic northern cards in my hand."

"But, after my sword is made, why don't we go to the tavern to have a few drinks and play a few games of Gwent, how about it?"

"Of course, I will treat you."

Hearing Frank's praise and his enthusiastic invitation, the dwarf blacksmith hesitated for only one or two seconds, and then readily agreed.

"Okay! I haven't met a Gwent opponent for a long time, haha!"

"Don't worry, Mr. Frank, since you are a novice, I will show mercy."

As a Gwent veteran, he has been playing for several years.

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