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Chapter 84, Section 83: Forging the Divine Sword, Its Terrifying Weight

Just as Celia was about to move the boxes, a clear female voice suddenly came from outside the door:

"Oh, Mr. Gu, are you going to the Chamber of Commerce again? Let me show you around this time."

Gu Yuan looked up and saw Ashley standing at the door.

She was wearing a pink princess dress and carrying a small basket.

It looked as if they were coming to visit me, appearing at just the right time.

Gu Yuan frowned.

"Why are you here?"

"Where is your uncle?"

Knowing that Ashley's approach was a royal lure, and that taking it would mean being bound to her, he had always exercised restraint.

She's just a princess; there aren't any in the real world, but there are tons of them in anime. There's no need to put all your eggs in one basket.

"My uncle went out to handle some official business," Ashley explained, trying to appear calm.

"As the eldest prince, he has many things to do. I—I simply admire you."

"Heh, I hope so." Gu Yuan smirked, then said no more.

"Fine, since your uncle isn't here, you can lead the way."

While they cannot be bound to the royal family, they also cannot deliberately distance themselves from it.

The royal family wants to use me to fight against the demons, but aren't I also using the royal family's resources to obtain magic potions and intelligence?

It's just mutual exploitation.

Upon hearing this, a hint of joy flashed in Ashley's eyes, and she quickly nodded, "Yes."

After saying that, he took light steps and walked quickly outside.

Seria followed Gu Yuan, watching Ashley's retreating figure, and couldn't help but spit out a sigh, saying regretfully:

"What a lovely girl, how could she possibly fall for someone like you?"

The princess's advances made her feel inexplicably awkward.

In her own eyes, Gu Yuan was an absolute demon, but in Ashley's eyes, he became a "hero" worthy of worship.

There must be something seriously wrong with this world.

In short, I'm very unhappy.

"Me? What kind of person? You're not jealous of me, are you? Jealous that none of your disciples cared about you after you disappeared?"

"Jealousy? What a joke!"

Celia looked up, about to retort and vent her emotions, because in her opinion it was simply because the time was too short.

Before she could finish speaking, Gu Yuan interrupted her again:

"Fine, I don't want to argue with you. As a prisoner, just do your job. The rest—"

He shook his head, everything was understood without words.

Celia: "You!"

I got even angrier.

Even as he walked to the entrance of the Chamber of Commerce, his sullen expression remained unchanged, his arms crossed over his chest.

He paused, stood before the steps, and hesitated whether to go in.

The control stone ring on her foot was purchased from this merchant guild.

Others may not know, but surely some people here do. The origin of the stone ring is too embarrassing.

However, before she could make up her mind, Reinhardt rushed out of the Chamber of Commerce with a deliberately enthusiastic expression on his face.

He quickly bowed to Ashley, but his eyes darted rapidly over Gu Yuan—luckily, he had arranged spies along the way so they could come out to greet him in time.

Celia's eyes narrowed slightly. Even though she tried her best to keep her expression calm, she still hid behind Gu Yuan without making a sound, trying to hide her figure. Unfortunately, she was still discovered.

"Lord Gu Yuan, you—why is there a different elf beside you?"

He still vaguely remembered that the person who had been with Gu Yuan before was Milie Alde.

Gu Yuan was too lazy to explain, so he simply said that he was studying magic, stepped aside, and revealed the cart full of supplies behind him.

Reinhardt's eyes lit up immediately, and in his excitement, he completely ignored Celie's background.

"How can mere elves compare to flawless sugar and fine salt?" he quickly said.

"Is it the same goods as last time? Great, you're my lucky star. I've already prepared everything."

Information about that master blacksmith—

He paused, looked at Gu Yuan, and asked to confirm, "Do you want it now?"

Two months have passed in the blink of an eye, and it is finally time for the Chamber of Commerce to fulfill its promise.

Gu Yuan glanced at Celia, who was holding her waist with both hands.

Seeing that she noticed his gaze, he coughed lightly, quickly released his hand, and pretended to be nonchalant.

A strange look flashed in his eyes as he said:

"Now."

Why has Celia become so timid?

Is it that you still can't let go of your pride? Are you afraid of being recognized?

Sure enough, people do change.

He says he hates himself but still relies on himself to cover up his identity—this kind of behavior is hard to describe.

In short, there was a subtle sense of satisfaction.

Reinhardt nodded, then turned and gestured invitingly: "Then, please follow me."

Once the three entered the merchant guild, a cartload of supplies was taken away by the shopkeeper and replaced with the potions and materials that Gu Yuan needed. Looking at the pile of things on the table, he couldn't help but sigh—

This is truly a highly profitable business.

Unfortunately, these kinds of items are scarce and expensive; otherwise, he would have wanted to buy up the entire chamber of commerce.

"Sorry to keep you waiting." Reinhardt came over after finishing some things.

He glanced at the props that Gu Yuan had acquired, a hint of satisfaction flashing in his eyes, and then began to talk about the master.

"Your Excellency Gu Yuan, I have already consulted the master about the so-called characteristics of the divine sword using the materials you provided, and the master said it is entirely feasible."

Reinhardt took out a beautifully drawn blueprint and handed it to Gu Yuan.

"Master, you are advanced in years and unable to move easily. You asked me to pass on a message to you—regarding the weight of that sword, how much would you like?"

"The heavier the better." Gu Yuan took the blueprint, glanced at the intricate patterns on it, and casually asked,

"Can't it control the weight?"

"Yes, that's precisely why we need to consult you." Reinhardt nodded, his tone earnest.

"The upper limit of weight is related to the material; fragile metals are easy to break."

"Based on the materials you have provided, the master says that at most 30,000 tons can be forged."

"How much?!" Gu Yuan suddenly raised his head, his tone full of disbelief.

He seemed to have misheard—he was sure it was 30,000 tons, not 3 tons?

Even if it's a divine sword, this weight is just too outrageous!

Who can lift it up?

But seeing the serious expression on Reinhardt's face, Gu Yuan knew that the other party was not joking.

After a moment of contemplation, he could only suppress his shock and continue to speculate:

"Thirty thousand tons it is, there's no need to wait any longer."

He took a deep breath, trying to regain his composure, "When I can lift 30,000 tons, this weapon will probably be replaced."

After all, that's the upper limit; the lower limit certainly isn't that high. According to historical records, it was as heavy as a mountain and as light as a feather.

This is pure numerical superiority; even the Demon King would probably have to think twice before attacking.

It truly lives up to its reputation as a divine sword.

Gu Yuan looked at Reinhardt and said, "Tell that master blacksmith that we can start working now."

"By the way, is it possible to get it within a month?"

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