Mages Are Too OP Chapter 603

Chapter 603 I Have a Solution

“In that case, you might not get out of Fareins.”

Martin's smile was full of smugness.

Just like the Association of Mages was full of nobles in its upper ranks, the Guild of Warriors was the same way The waters ran deep in this part of the capital of Fareins.

As the largest human country in the world, and as the most powerful human country in the world, its capital was naturally full of big shots.

Martin's father was not only the former chairman of the Guild of Warriors but also the country's marquis.

The noble titles of the Fareins Kingdom were very difficult to obtain. Below the royal family, there were two dukes, and further down the line, there were eight marquis.

Besides, a lot of the time, the strength of a force was not quite according to noble standards.

For example, a certain grand duke was notoriously cowardly, and apart from his title, he had no money and no men.

Martin's family was considered one of the more powerful in the capital.

That was why he had the nerve to talk like that.

He looked at Roland rather smugly. Something like dragon bones interested him.

Once he got the dragon bones and put them toward the Guild of Warriors, those who disobeyed him because of his lack of ability would change their minds and appreciate him, making it convenient for him to consolidate the resources of the Guild of Warriors.

He wasn't afraid that Roland had some kind of power behind him.

If so, something as important as dragon bones should not be negotiated by an unknown junior, but by a big shot to negotiate a partnership.

Looking at the other man's smug smile, Roland frowned.

This situation was already considered a breakdown in negotiations. But it was also times like these that it came down to the middleman.

Stephanie sat up straight and said, “Martin, Roland is my friend and you can think of it this way; there is no way he could get me to be the middleman if he didn't have enough power and capabilities, so you better reconsider your thoughts and approach.”

Stephanie was, after all, the First Princess and would almost certainly be ordained the next queen.

What she said carried a lot of weight.

This guy is really powerful? But why haven't I heard of him? Martin was rather puzzled, but the words of the First Princess were unlikely to be lies, sp he took a deep breath. “Sir, are you really not willing to sell us the dragon bones? We can give you a generous price.”

Roland still shook his head.

Giant dragons rarely appeared in the human world, and not all of them could be killed at will.

Normally, only evil dragons could be slaughtered, otherwise, the punishment of the good dragon god Bahamut would follow. And evil dragons… generally wouldn't just dabble in the human world, because many elites in the human world liked to slay dragons.

For example, Heroes.

Besides, giant dragons weren't easy to kill, and if not for Andonara's help, the players wouldn't be able to take down a white dragon at their current strength.

It wouldn't be easy to get a high-level dragon corpse again.

Low-level dragon bones, used to forge weapons and armor, were also effective, but certainly not as good as high-level dragon bones.

So, dragon bones and dragon skin were limited in supply, and high-level white dragons like this one were even rarer.

Roland intended to help Andonara build a set of top-quality equipment, and then help his friends the same way. If there was any extra, he still had to sell it to make some of his money back.

There weren't any extras to sell to the Guild of Warriors.

Seeing that Roland was unmoved by force or persuasion, Martin wasn't happy.

But for First Princess Stephanie's sake, Martin didn't want to come across as too aggressive.

Then he said, “Consider it, my friend. Only the Guild of Warriors knows how to forge from dragon bones. You won't find anyone else but us to sell it to.”

Roland was not convinced.

The Guild of Warriors' forging skills were indeed good, but not the best in the world.

At least one power was solidly above them.

The Black Iron Dwarves.

Unmoved, Roland just laughed lightly. “I'll think about it.”

Although Martin wasn't really smart, he was not stupid either. He looked at Roland's demeanor and tone of voice and knew that the other party did not take his words to heart. He was upset but there was nothing he could do about it.

At that moment he stopped chatting with Roland and instead concentrated on chatting with and teasing First Princess Stephanie.

However, Stephanie was reluctant to talk to him, and after some casual remarks, she yawned. “I'm sleepy, so if you guys have anything else to talk about, we'll talk tomorrow.”

Roland immediately rose to take his leave.

Martin dawdled as he made his exit, still having the extravagant hope that the First Princess might call him back to warm her bed.

It was better to walk slowly.

However, up until he walked out of the manor, Stephanie's eyes did not fall on him.

Instead, she kept staring at Roland for quite a long time.

When Roland left the manor, he went to Moonlight Stone Tavern.

Here, he found the red-bearded dwarf, Wilmot, who was drinking heavily.

The two had worked together before.

After Roland came to the Moonlight Stone Tavern, he sat down and waited.

And Red Beard was so drunk with a group of friends that he didn't even notice Roland.

By the time he had drunk all his money away today, slightly tipsy, he was about to leave when he suddenly saw Roland sitting in the corner.

Roland smiled and waved at him.

After hesitating for a moment, he sat down in front of Roland.

“It's been a long time, Mr. Roland.” Red Beard greeted Roland.

“It has indeed been a long time,” Roland said as he clapped his hands and had the waiter serve two jugs of good wine, pouring one for Red Beard first. “I've come to see you this time.”

Red Beard took the glass with both hands, his expression somewhat flattered. “If there's something you want, go ahead.”

The previous cooperation was satisfactory for both parties, so he had a good impression of Roland.

Red Beard had thought that this time Roland had come over to work with their squad again.

However, without expecting it, he heard Roland say…

“I assume you're good at forging.”

“Better at it than most humans, we dwarves do this professionally after all,” Red Beard said truthfully, though he was curious as to why Roland asked the question. “It's just that my forging skills are nothing compared to my people. I'm better at finding quality ores.”

Roland understood the other man's meaning.

It had the same meaning that some farmers were good at growing rice and some were good at growing wheat.

“I wonder if you dwarves can handle dragon bones.”

Hearing this, Red Beard's eyes opened wide. “What, you said dragon bones?” With this roar, he startled the entire tavern. But fortunately, Red Beard was already drunk and spoke somewhat indistinctly, and no one but Roland understood what he said.

Red Beard was now shocked out of being drunk.

He was quite surprised and delighted.

The dwarves were extremely fond of forging, so they would go crazy if they saw the finest forging materials.

Magic crystal mines and meteorites were rarely seen.

Things like dragon bones, Demigod bones, and the like were truly the only fine rare materials in their eyes.

The lifelong dream of many dwarves was to have ten-centimeter long dragon finger bones for them to build a piece of equipment they would never regret in their lifetime.

And the real divine bones… divine blood, they dared not think about it.

So it was no wonder that Red Beard was so surprised when he heard that there were dragon bones.

Wilmot leaned over the table and stared at Roland “tenderly” as if a young girl beholding her lover. “Just give me ten centimeters of dragon bones, and I'll do whatever you want me to do.”

Roland felt a terrible chill.

But thinking about the strength gap between them, he calmed down knowing that he was not in danger.

“What if I want a method of how to handle dragon bones?”

Red Beard nodded vigorously. “I'll give it to you too.”

Roland was a little curious. “Not afraid I'll spread the word all over the world about how to handle dragon bones?”

“Not afraid.” Red Beard smiled. “Only you humans regard the forging method as important, but to us dwarves, it is just a more complicated and high-end method of crafting. It is indeed worth a lot of money, but that's all it is, nothing compared to dragon bones. Even if you learn it, you won't be able to surpass us dwarves.”

“So confident?”

“Of course.” The dwarf slapped his rocky chest with a bang. “When you humans taught us magic, were you ever afraid that we would surpass you? The racial talent is there; we are born with the ability to forge, and our children can forge iron better than most adult humans.”

This was indeed the truth.

Ten centimeters of dragon finger bone… Was quite a low bar to ask.

“Deal,” Roland said, tapping the table.

Red Beard was quite excited. “So can we go find the dragon finger bone now? I want to see it now.”

“The dragon finger bone is not here, but I can bring it to you.” Roland smiled and said, “I wonder if you are willing to convince your people to work for me. I have a Magic Tower in Hollevin and have quite a few dragon bones and would like to build some top-notch equipment out of it.”

Taking a sharp, deep breath, Red Beard nodded. “There really is a large number of dragon bones.”

“Can't say a great deal, just quite a lot.” Roland smiled a devilish grin. “Aren't you guys interested?”

Red Beard looked down and thought for a while before saying with difficulty, “I can drag a dozen of my good friends to Hollevin to be your full-time forgers, but you have to guarantee that there will be dragon bones for us to build equipment, and also, food and lodging must be provided, and a barrel of fruit wine every ten days.”

“No money?” “I dare not ask for it.” Pained, Red Beard looked at Roland. “I am afraid that if I do, you will not let us use the dragon bones.”

So that's why.

Dwarves are really easy to satisfy.

Roland thought about it, handed Red Beard a money bag of twenty gold coins, and said, “Take this money with you, go and bring your friends to the city of Hollevin, and if I am not there, find a great beauty named Andonara and tell her that I invited you here.”

“Understood.” Red Beard took the money bag, casually weighed it, and said admiringly, “You really are a generous employer.'

Willing to pay so much even for the road, it seems that not only could they use the dragon bones to forge weapons once they were officially working…

But also there may even be a good amount of money for the work.

After settling things with Red Beard, Roland came out of Moonlight Stone Tavern and went to visit Stephanie, asking her if she wanted to go to Delpon for a little while. After all, she wasn't powerful enough in the capital yet, so she might get assassinated.

As it turned out, just halfway down the road, Roland noticed that the road was fenced off in front and behind.

The people who blocked his way were all Warriors, and there was a Legend among them.

Chapter end