The Black Iron Glory
Magic Crossbows

Chapters 102.Magic Crossbows

Those shelves are a collection of rainbows. Claude picked up something that looked suspicious like a bamboo tube. It shines like spring grass. He focused on it and noticed the soft lines etched on its surface, running on the inner surface of the tube.

"Water accumulator. Fill for one day, and contain a daily ration of one person. It is essential for long journeys or expeditions. Very valuable to people who do a lot of field work," the half-whispered Hurian over his shoulder. .

Claude put the tube down again.

"Why use it at all? A simple spell was more than enough to do that a dozen times without breaking a sweat."

"That's not much use to the magi, right. But what about people who can't use magic? It's just one crown too."

Did he really say it was just 'one crown'? Claude's fist clenched slightly at his side. He could make it himself and the ingredients did not even need to cost three riyas per tube, but Hurian was trying to make him pay the entire crown – fifty riyas? Claude's ass is cheap!

"Magic alarm," Hurian chimed in as Claude picked up a small golden cicada, "It rang when someone activated the spell within five meters. A thale, a crown for six."

So, is Appraisal crossed with a whistle? The mechanics are pretty simple, really. The three rune circuits worked together to make it work. A grading rune was triggered when magic was used within its effective range, triggering a kind of telekinesis rune that Claude did not recognize, which pushed the reed over a small tube on the cicada, as well as a third rune, which was not known to him, the runes Claude recognized were vaguely a variant of wind spells, which undoubtedly blew the wind through the tube, making the reeds vibrate and the crickets whistle.

The old merchant made it sound amazing, but it was completely worthless. If a magi reaches that close undetected, which has bad intentions, the cricket will not save your life. And you're really stupid if you let a hostile magi get that close.

"Sir. It was fascinated with Sharpen. That's deadlier than your average axe, of course. I've got one that's fascinated with Toughen, it'll last longer."

The two continued their dance by going up and down on the shelves for several dozen minutes. Claude was about to pick something up, and Hurian chime in his ear, doing his best to convince him to buy it, without looking pushy. Claude uses dance to learn more about various magical things. For example, for example, he learned that magic weapons have light tied to their charms. Sharp white, Toughen grey.

It made him wonder about his dagger. It had a black glow, unlike everything he saw in the store. Maybe it was poisoned? No, he remembered reading the poison had a rotten green light.

"… This is not a sewing needle that never goes away" continued Hurian.

"Never lose?"

Claude had to hold back the laughter. What's the point of him for something like that? The needle was in a small silver container, piercing a piece of cork.

"Yes," the voice of the Hurian merchant chanted again, "Some people have a tendency to misplace things. These return to their containers if left alone for a while. As long as they were within a few meters of the container, they would magically reappear in it. This is the perfect gift for mom and wife. "

Claude fought back against the other babble. He really only describes magnets that are very wide in range. Really now, can't they do something more interesting?

His eyes were glazed over as he lost interest. He wandered around a few more times, picked up just a few more random items, then stopped. His eyes were fixed on the metal arrow.

"This?" he asked, grabbing it.

"Eifrey's revenge."

Is that supposed to mean something?

"his name. Eifrey was a famous pirate. He died a century ago in a rebellion. He used this bow extensively throughout his career, and he felt a lot of blood in his last minutes. He got his name from the rebellion.

"It has three charms; Tough, Rustproof, and Recovery. The strongest bows are made of mithril steel, but they are not durable. Tough slows it down, and Recovery repairs wear. Mithril is also easy to rust, hence Karat.

Claude was more interested in intricate and intricate designs than any other charm. It can even be called enthralling. The charm is good, but not necessary. All that is really needed is better material. Steel, for example, stainless steel will solve all problems at once. There was no need for Tough, Rustproof, or Recovery, so he could dazzle with more useful things.

"That's it? How much?"

"One shaliun."

Claude almost lost his lower jaw. His aubass was much more effective and only cost six crowns. How could this be worth a shaliun?

"Too expensive. I'll pay at most three crowns."

"This is a magic arrow. It could not compare to a normal weapon!" Burian Jerk.

"Inchanted, of course, but with three trash charms. It might be worth a shaliun if it could make its bolts on target, or if it was very accurate, perhaps if it was much more powerful than a rifle. As it is today it is almost nothing more than a good looking, durable, normal arrow. Come to think of it why am I even willing to pay three crowns? "

"How far can he shoot?"

"Ten meters."

"Ten? Are you kidding me ?! Bolts?"

"Sold separately . "

Claude's jaw really fell this time. He stared at the man, jawless, for a long, silent few seconds, then put the arrow back down.

"I will cast six dazzled mithril bolts with the Sharpen!" Hurian destroyed.

"good. Shit, why would I make such a stupid offer?" Claude sighed.

He is not happy, but he has to admit that he is not entirely sad. At least he could experiment with mithril and try to make steel.

"Everything is full" said Hurian a few minutes later, "When are you going to settle the bill?"

Claude grabbed his pocket, and froze. He didn't bring anything with him.

"My original intention was to not buy anything today. I want to see today and come back tomorrow if I find something worthwhile. If you can keep it for me until tomorrow I'll come pay you later. How much for everything ? " Claude said in a voice as calm as possible.

"Are you kidding me?!" Hurian asked, his warm smile disappearing, "You're here just to waste my time!"

"You really think I'd bring that kind of money to a store I've never owned? I'm not stupid."

The face of the Hurian became empty. What Claude said was exactly what he was going to do himself.

"Good, but only for three days. They're back on the shelf if you haven't paid in three days. And then I won't do any more business with you."

Claude nodded.

"My teacher is back in three days and I have to finish the arrangement before that, so don't worry. Tomorrow I'll be back with the money."

The two ways parted ways, and the Hurian locked the store before returning to the mulberry tree.

"What does he want?" a bearded man asked.

"Some ingredients, almost the same list as yours," replied Hurian.

The four sitting around the table exchanged mischievous looks. Rogue magi or not, Hurian and them are good acquaintances, if not friends.

"What does he want?" ask the others.

"He did a good job in disguise, but he was inexperienced. He was very young; no more than twenty. He had a teacher and this teacher had several other disciples. He seems to be destroying his teacher's makeup and needs to make another before he returns Did you know there's a rogue magi in town with a few disciples? "

"Nothing I've ever heard."

"Not sure . . . "

The remaining two shook their heads.

"Whatever. We'll find out in time. He said his teacher was informed of the opening by the capital. We will interact more with them in the future. He would at least come buy more materials for his experiments, I know for sure. "

The bearded man smiled.

"You made a killing tonight, huh? Array is not cheap. I don't even have enough savings for this one now—"

"Just the killing done is on your ass! After all" the fat merchant lowered his wine glass, "He has no money. He said he'd pay tomorrow. I'm not sure if he's lying or not. Agh, whatever. You're leaving tomorrow, aren't you? Let's drink till we leave, then! "