It's just a piece of secret silver?
Thomas wanted to curse this unfair world.
Why did others treat the secret silver as an ordinary metal ore?
He remembered that a fingernail-sized piece of secret silver was incomparably precious.
Now he had such a secret silver?
There was fanaticism in his eyes.
With this secret silver, how many things could he develop to enchant weapons?
"I... I..."
Thomas rubbed his hands, looking very embarrassed.
"I still have many precious ores here."
More precious than the secret silver?
Thomas's eyes lit up.
"I can make weapons for you."
He looked a little reserved.
"I won't sign the contract with you."
Tom shrugged.
Did he want to leave someday?
It didn't matter whether he signed it or not.
It was just for fun.
He didn't believe that there would be someone who could give Thomas more precious ores for his research.
He was such a rich man. It would be difficult to find if Thomas missed him.
Thomas loved the secret silver very much.