Chapter28 Sword Casting Master

Send them back to the market?

Were you kidding me? Who would like to go back to that hell-like place?

The three hundred people's numb eyes lit up with hope.

As a citizen!

Not a slave!

"Now everyone, come to me and tell me your name and what you are good at."

Sherman had already prepared a register when he came back. As long as he confirmed their address, he could directly report it to the household registration department.

The three hundred people were extremely eye-catching on the side of the road, leaving Simon to assist Dolores. Sherman left for the time being.

He remembered that there should also be a Peace Sea Firm nearby.

The market was located in the suburb of a big city. The tax was very high, and the benefits it gave were so great that the senior executives could turn a blind eye to it.

The Peace Sea Firm was in the city.

The city was prosperous, and there was a constant stream of customers in the Peace Sea Firm.

They could sell many novel gadgets here and the price was reasonable.

The price of necessities was also very low and profitable.

Because of the high sales, the profit they could make could not be ignored.

Sherman showed his mark and went to find the master to check how many tents were in stock.

Tent?

The master didn't ask more. He took out the stock book and said, "There are sixty tents for four people in the store now..."

"Then use forty tents and register them all in my place. At the same time, prepare dry provisions for three hundred people. Do you have enough reserve?"

"No problem. There are enough stocks in the firm. I'll make them for you right now. Please wait a moment."

As soon as he opened the stock book, someone knocked on the door and said in a hurry, "Master, someone is fighting outside!"

How could he always encounter such ridiculous things?

Sherman raised her head and asked, "What happened?"

"Who are you?"

He didn't know who Sherman was, so he asked tentatively.

"Sherman Lockett."

Boss?

But the eye color...

Noticing the impatience on Sherman's face, he straightened his back and said, "Here's the thing. There was a conflict in the Magic Martial House because they did not reach an agreement on the price of a magic item."

"Forcibly buying and selling magic goods?"

This was a big deal.

Magic items were worth at least a hundred gold coins, let alone other valuable items in the Magic Martial House.

"Where are the guards?"

"We have arrived at the scene, but that person's identity is very special, and the guards dare not act rashly. He said that unless the master goes out to deal with it."

The Peace Sea Firm was divided into three parts.

The goods sold to ordinary people were a building, where there were necessities and groceries.

The Magic Martial House was a separate building that specialized in dealing with things related to magic fighting skills. All kinds of books could be found here.

The other part was the auction.

On the second floor of the Magic Martial House.

The atmosphere was quite heavy. The guards surrounded an ordinary person in the center.

They were surprised to see Sherman.

"Who are you?"

The person standing next to the exhibition stand asked Sherman impolitely.

Sherman replied calmly, "Sherman Lockett."

Even he was shocked to hear the name.

"Are you Sherman Lockett, the boss of the Peace Sea Firm?"

Sherman took off his eyes disguise.

Seeing the purple eyes, he knew that he didn't need to question Sherman's identity. "I want to buy this piece of metal."

He pointed at the metal on the exhibition stand and said, "But I can only offer a price of eight hundred gold coins."

"The price of that piece of metal is marked."

Three thousand gold coins were marked on it.

The secret silver had excellent magic power guidance and transformation, and it was more destructive to deal with the ghost creatures. In addition, its yield was rare, so it had a high status.

It cost three thousand gold coins.

"So I want to make a deal with you, Mr. Lockett. Would you like to waste some time listening to my plan?"

He came to the master because he wanted to obtain this secret silver in other ways.

Without hesitation, Sherman said, "Come here."

"My name is Byron, a sword casting master. Now there is a work about to come out of the furnace, which lacks the secret silver dots."

Byron?

He had never heard of it.

Out of politeness, Sherman was willing to listen to Byron finish the plan.

"After this work is sold, I can put it at the auction of the Peace Sea Firm. At that time, I will pay double the price of the secret silver. What do you think?"

After a moment's silence, Sherman asked, "May I know your full name?"

Most of the well-known sword casting masters had cooperated with the Peace Sea Firm, so Sherman knew the price of their works.

But he had never heard of Byron, who specialized in making swords.

"Byron Adam. I used to be a sword casting master who cooperated with the sect."

Byron suddenly realized a problem.

He was famous only in the imperial government, not everyone knew his name.

Most people only knew his work and the owner of it.

For example, the "Divine Words" of the current patriarch of the sect.

"Do you mind if I confirm your identity?"

If it was a sword casting master who cooperated with the sect, the way to confirm it would be very simple.

He only needed to call Sinard here to solve the problem.

"Of course not."

Sherman called the knight in.

"Ask Your Highness Saintess to come? Mr. Adam, why are you here?"

The knight was about to argue, but when he looked up, he saw Byron sitting opposite him.

"Oh, little Prou, aren't you working at the knights?"

Unexpectedly, the two people knew each other and began to exchange greetings.

The knight was silent, and most of the time he was answering.

Coincidentally, the host came back with all the things Sherman had ordered. "Boss, all the goods you need are ready."

The master was surprised to see Byron Adam.

"Mr. Adam, are you here for selling your work?"

Byron smiled awkwardly and explained in a few words.

The host suddenly understood, "Boss, this is the former chief swordsman of the sect, Byron Adam. Now the archbishop uses the weapon of "Divine Words" is the work of Mr. Adam."

Sherman knew that "Divine Words", which flawless sword was compatible with the user.

However, because the sword casting master tended to go overboard on one subject, he was not so popular and the price was low among the other warrior.

Sherman wouldn't pay much attention to that.

Sherman lost his interest.

The price of Byron Adam's work was at most six hundred thousand gold coins, which might be overestimated.

All the supplies had been loaded. Sherman didn't delay and left with the supplies.

He had other things to do, and the matter of Byron Adam was just an episode for him.

After the host sent Sherman away, he turned his attention to Byron and said, "If you still have any objection to the previous conditions..."

Byron was absent-minded and still kept his eyes on Sherman.

The Marquis was very young.