Chapter 231: Smelting Misilan

When Bailiff saw this old underground dwarf, his eyes lit up, and a warm smile appeared on his face and said, "Oh, isn't this Master Mago? You haven't come to visit me for a long time. I heard that you no longer plan to pick up your beloved iron hammer. Is that true? Oh, the stone god is here, and the master of the generation of creation masters wash their hands. What a regret for Mithril City."

Mago's face couldn't help but chill and said, "Boy, you still like to hearsay as always. If you want me to put down the hammer, unless the mitral mine in this world is gone and my beloved hammer is broken, then even the great stone god has come in person, don't even drag me away from the forging station!"

Bailiff smiled embarrassedly. Obviously he already knew the other party's temperament very well. The words he said just now seemed to be out of making fun of, so he nodded and said, "Then I guess Master Mago is here to buy my Misilan Mine this time. Let's do this, at the old price, how about 60 silver 1 kilogram?"

"That's the price before!" Mago shook his head and said, "I saw the methods you played just now. Maybe I would tell you the fact that you deliberately sold them at a high price to low-quality ore. Alas, when people get old, the most uncontrollable thing is their brain and mouth."

"Oh, the stone god is here, okay, okay, please don't tell me." Bailiff sweated coldly and quickly stopped the other party, "Get a good quality Mithril Mine, you can look at the goods first and then pay, the old price is 50 silver 1 kilogram, you are satisfied now."

As he said that, Bailiff launched a small cart of Misilan ore from behind the ore pile. Obviously, this is a high-quality Misilan ore. However, from the color alone, Chengran really can't tell how different it is from those inferior ore. A layman is just an layman. If Chengran went up to buy it just now, he would not say that he would spend a high price, and he would definitely lose a lot of money.

I saw Mago pick up a piece of Misilan mine, touched it with his hands, pinched it, weighed it, and even sniffed it from his nose. After trying several pieces repeatedly, he clapped his hands and said, "No, it's a good mine that I'm satisfied with."

Bailiff smiled and stretched out his hand and said, "That's great. This is a total of 10 kilograms. If you change to 1 kilogram and 50 silver coins, there are 5 gold coins in total."

Mago took out his purse and poured it into Bailiff's hand, but there were less than 10 silver coins. This amount of money could not be bought even half a kilogram of mitral ore. The old underground dwarf said a little embarrassedly: "Look, can you owe it first? I will pay you back when I sell the things and have money."

Bailiff then shook his head like a rattle and said, "No credit, this is my purpose. I can't sell it, but I will never ow it to credit. I have always treated you equally and without any deception. I will give you this little money. I will buy it when you have money."

Mago seemed to want to say something, but when he saw that Bailiff had expected it in advance, he waved his hand and said, "I know what you want to say, Master Mago, you must be trying to tell those people about selling them inferior ore. Then go there, I will never stop it. No matter what else I guarantee, Bailiff's ore is the worst and better than other people's. Everyone in Midsilver City knows this."

"A week, I promise to pay you back the money in one week!"

"No, absolutely not."

"How about five days, five days?"

"No, absolutely not."

"Four days!"

“No talk!”

"Three and a half days, this is my minimum limit!"

"It won't work for half a day..."

“…”

Seeing the two people who were in a stalemate, Cheng Ran, who was standing by, couldn't help but smile. If nothing unexpected happens, this should be another task. Then he walked up to clear his throat and said, "Please be careful, please don't be impatient, Master Mago's ore money will be paid for him."

"oh?"

The two underground dwarfs who were in dispute turned around together, and both frowned first. When they saw the title of King of Mercenary on Cheng Ran's head, the two immediately changed into intimate smiles.

"Hahaha, kind mercenary, I heard it right, can you say what you just now again?" Mago shook his head a few times, but there was a hint of uncertainty on his face full of smiles.

Cheng Ran smiled and said clearly word by word: "I am willing to pay the money for these ores for Master Mago!"

"Oh, the stone god is above, praise the great mercenary king. The old dizzy old Maigo really heard it right, hahaha." Maigo laughed happily, the wrinkles on his face were almost squeezed into a ball. He patted Cheng Ran's thigh and said, "Okay, kind mercenary, if you can pay me the ore for me, I will satisfy your wish."

"Ding, the system prompts: Are you sure you pay for the ore for Mago?"

It was indeed the task. When the system prompted the sound appeared in Chengran's ear, Chengran handed five gold coins to Beliff's hand without hesitation. Beliff smiled and pushed the cart of mitral ore to Chengran, and hid aside to count the gold coins.

"Here, Master Mago, this is the Misilan mine you want." Cheng Ran gave the ore he bought to Mago.

Mago's old face was flushed, and he looked at Chengran with admiration and said, "A kind mercenary, I seem to see the shadow of the great mercenary king from you. Since that is the case, I will satisfy one of your wishes!"

Chengran licked his lips, thought for a while and spoke, "My will be... a student who wants to become a Master Mago!"

"Oh, want to be my student?!" Two lights vaguely burst out from Mago's small eyes. He touched the few beards with only a few chins and said in a deep thought, "Migo has created countless mitril silver items in his life. It seems that he has never received a student. Although many people dream of becoming my student, I have rejected them all. Now that I think about it, I really need a helper around me. However, if you want to become my student, you must know the entry-level mitril silver smelting technique. It is impossible for you, a foreigner, to know this smelting technique."

Maien shook his head helplessly and said, "Boy, although I really want to satisfy your wish, it's a pity that you don't know how to melt the mitr silver. Please forgive me for not being able to help you achieve this wish. Please tell me another one!"

Cheng Ran was stunned after hearing this. Didn’t he just learn Mitsunian smelting? This is the condition for Mago to accept his apprentice. Although the smelting technique was only one level at this time, it seemed that it was still a bit of a trick.

"Well, master, I wonder if the initial smelting technique is calculated?" Cheng Ran seemed to be inconsistent and had to ask weakly. After all, Mago said that the condition for accepting his disciples was to know mitril silver smelting technique, but there was no limit on the level, so Cheng Ran was a little unsure about this.

"What?! You said you know the most basic smelting technique?!" Mago couldn't help but be shocked. The blue veins on his forehead jumped high, and he looked incredible. "How is this possible? How can a foreigner learn this profound smelting technique? I don't believe it. Let's go and go home with me, I want to see if you really know it!"

As he said that, Mago couldn't wait to pull Cheng Ran to verify the authenticity. Cheng Ran temporarily comforted the excited old blacksmith, and was both excited and nervous. What was excited was that he wanted to become the other student was very likely. What was nervous was that his smelting technique was only level 1. If he had a humiliation during the smelting process, it would be sad.

So Chengran spent another 20 gold coins to buy a high-quality mitril silver mine from Belif. Under the pull of Mago, he came to the other party's residence, a relatively large stone chamber.

The stone chamber is divided into two parts: inside and outside. A small part is for daily life and rest. The outside area accounts for more than two-thirds of the entire stone chamber. This is obviously where Mago works. He is hung everywhere with hammers and drills of all sizes and make tools. Of course, there is also a round furnace more than one meter high, which is used to melt ore.

After Old Maigo's busy work, a blazing flame ignited in the furnace. After everything was ready, he said to Chengran with a look of unwillingness to believe: "You first use 1 kilogram of mitril silver to melt it into pure mitril silver. I don't want you to have enough pure mitril silver. Just melt half a kilogram of pure mitril silver, and then make mitril silver ingots. The molds are all there. Since you said you know the most basic smelting technique, then my requirements should not be difficult for you."

In fact, Chengran had no idea at all, but in order to successfully let Mago take him as his disciple, he had to bite the bullet. So Chengran walked to the furnace first and became familiar with some tools. In fact, most of the tools here were similar to those used by ordinary blacksmiths. Although Chengran was not a forging by learning, he also had his own blacksmith shop, and he often paid attention to the creation process of bidding farewell to the vicissitudes of life.

So next, I could only draw a tiger and follow the cat. Despite this, I was still a little nervous. So before smelting, Chengran took a few deep breaths and stood in front of the smelting furnace to make Mago feel strange. Then he slowly took out 1 kilogram of mitral ore from the package and put it into the violently burning furnace. At the same time, while controlling the heat of the furnace, he observed the state of the ore smelting from the cat's eyes.

On the side, Mago looked at Cheng Ran who was very interested, with a rich expression crawling on his face from time to time, either frowning, smiling or nodding slightly. Although he was still confused about Cheng Ran's preparations just now, he had already kept the position of the student in his heart for Cheng Ran.

Soon, the mitril ore in the furnace had been melted into molten iron. Cheng Ran was quick-wired. After the molten iron was not evaporated by excessive high temperature, he quickly poured the molten iron into two molds for making mitril silver ingots. There were only two molds on the table, and at this time there was about one mold in the iron spoon.

Mygo's old eyes lit up, and he quickly took off another mold from the tool holder beside him and placed it in front of Cheng Ran. The next moment, the remaining molten iron was successfully poured into it. Then, after cooling, a cheerful system prompt sound came-

"Ding, system prompts: Congratulations on successfully making [Missilver Ingot]×3"

"Ding, the system prompts: Congratulations, your Mithril Smelting Technique has been upgraded to level 2."
Chapter completed!