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The happy King of Steel summoned them again after Wright and others finished their meal, and then got a blow.

"What? Pay? The production cost of transformed magic armor is 500,000 gold coins?" Luo Xu's roar resounded throughout the Skeleton Castle.

Although he was far away, Wright couldn't help but close his eyes, feeling like he was sprayed with a giant beast and his head and face. The power of the King of Steel Bone was so terrible.

But when he thought of Master Ryanhart's explanation, Wright had to hold on to fear and responded weakly: "Yes...yes, this is just a cost price."

Luo Heng looked through his memories and didn't remember how the King of Steel Bone commissioned it back then. He asked in confusion: "Didn't I provide the materials? The skin and tendons of the transformed dragon are provided by me."

Wright smiled bitterly and said, "It's not enough. In addition to skin and tendons, there are other materials. Moreover, it has been tried and tried in thirty years and tried many experiments. I don't know how much materials I consumed. This is not the time cost of Master Ryanhart."

After doing this, Luo Ying suddenly felt that there was not much.

Thirty years, a forging master made something casually and couldn't make this money?

If it is an ordinary human, it is the most precious time period in his career, which is simply priceless. Reinhardt is a lich with a cheaper time and he usually doesn't focus all his energy on the magic armor.

But no matter what, the magic armor that a forged by a forging master spent thirty years to be worth is immeasurable.

Moreover, this was developed from scratch. Luo Qing knew very well that R&D was a costly job. If a batch of materials were thrown into it, if it was not successful, all the materials and time would be wasted.

As time goes by to thirty years, the consumption of materials alone will be an astronomical number. Maybe 500,000 gold coins are really the cost of materials.

But no matter how many or not, the question arises. Luo Heng whispered with his soul to his subordinates: "Do we have money?"

The soul's inquiry was not heard by humans like Wright, but what Luo Chu got was an awkward silence.

The steel bone collar was very poor. Luo Ying never thought that the steel bone collar would be so poor. He searched everywhere, including the pockets of all the undead creatures, and only found 1,056 gold coins, more than 200 of which were the phosphor lamp deposits that Wright and his party had just contributed.

The other gold coins have different shapes, different purity, and different times and countries. The farthest can be traced back to the ice and snow kingdom three thousand years ago. If it were sold as antiques, it might be worth a few dollars.

Fortunately, the undead creatures do not need to pay wages, nor do they need to import food and cloth, otherwise Luo Chu would have gone bankrupt.

Looking at Wright's earnest gaze, Luo Heng had the urge to cover his face. He actually had no money to buy things, which was too embarrassing.

But no matter how embarrassed he is, he still has to face what he should face. Luo Xun's heart sounded for a while and immediately found an excuse.

"Wright." Luo Heng said with a smile: "You must know that the steel-boned collar has no economic activity, so gold coins are meaningless to us. Bartering is not easy to determine the value of the items. Let's go back and tell Ryanhard that I'll find time to deal with the previous spoils, such as Archangel Sword, Pope Scepter, Thor's Hammer, etc., and I'll transport the money to him in a year."

The King of Cylinders said that he owed it first, and then went back to sell the property and paid it back. What else could Wright say? He could only agree well, saying that he would tell Leonhart, and then he took the man to pat his butt and walked away.

Wright and his group went down to rest, and the remaining undead creatures looked at me in the hall, and I looked at you, and there was another embarrassing silence.

If it is a normal country, if you have money, you have to ask the financial department and why you have no money, you have to ask the commercial department and production department. However, Luo Qin looked around and still didn't know who to ask.

Let’s just ask together: “Let’s talk about it. How can we raise 500,000 gold coins to pay for the forging fee of Magic Armor within a year?”

Everyone looked at each other for a while, and finally Mobak said, "Your Majesty, didn't you say you wanted to sell the Archangel Sword, the Pope's Scepter and the Thor's Hammer? Even if you don't sell them, you should be able to raise enough money if you sell some of your other spoils."

Is there really an Archangel's sword or something? Luo Ying was a little stunned. He just said a few terms. Could it be that he had really cut down the Archangel or Pope Thor before?

He signaled that the person who went there brought his spoils, and soon, a broken and dull iron sword was presented to him.

"Is this the Archangel Sword? Who kept it?" Luo Qing roared in disbelief, and at the same time he quickly searched his memory. Finally, he found the record of the Archangel Sword in his long-standing memory. It was indeed a bit similar to the broken sword in front of him. It was the spoils obtained by killing a sword saint from the Light Church seven thousand years ago.

But the sword was shining brightly back then, and could be seen for thousands of meters above your head. It was as eye-catching as the lighthouse, and it was not as gray as it is now.

The gold-edged patterns on the surface and the inlaid gems all fell off, and the wood on the handle cracked and decayed. Thanks to the dryness of the skeleton castle, it would have rusted and rotted long ago.

Everyone looked at each other again, and finally Dodalian said, "You threw it into the warehouse by yourself, and no one kept it."

It turns out that it is his own fault for not keeping it well. Old Luo Zhao blushed and quickly changed the topic: "Then why did it become like this?"

Lockes leaned over and looked carefully and said, "This is a holy weapon. Its material is very ordinary and a bit ancient. The smelting technology in the past was too poor, but because it blessed the sacred power, it is very powerful. It is stored for too long and the sacred power is lost, so it becomes what it is now."

"Holy weapon?" Luo Qing said in surprise.

"Yes, holy weapons refer to weapons that bless divine power, faith element power, soul power and other super-conventional powers. They can also be called holy weapons and divine weapons, which require continuous blessings. Their materials themselves do not require too strong or too sharp, as long as they can accommodate super-conventional power."

The next Pope's Scepter and Thor's Hammer gave Luo Qin a clearer understanding. The Pope's Scepter is made of wood, and the Thor's Hammer is made of stone. They are all rags that no one wants when thrown to the roadside. Without the blessing of power, these things are worthless.

Most of the trophys of the King of Steel Bone are of this type. After all, ordinary weapons are hard to hurt the King of Steel Bone. Most of the ones that can pose a threat to him are holy weapons, and only these things are qualified to become his trophys.

After turning over my warehouse, I finally found that there were less than ten pieces that could be sold. It would be great if I could sell them all worth 20,000 gold coins.

As for those holy artifacts, although they have certain historical and commemorative values, there are also people who are willing to bid and pay for these values. The countries and forces that have long been flattened by the King of Steel Bones.
Chapter completed!