MMORPG: Rise of the Primordial Godsmith - Chapter 1662 1662: Deals and Reminders (1)
“A mana crystal… per order…?”
Staring at the small cerulean crystal Valyr brought out for him to look at, Byron felt as if an explosion had gone off in his head. In fact, he briefly thought that the sight before him was something he had hallucinated into existence.
Yet, as more and more time passed, the man was eventually forced to accept that the young man had indeed brought a mana crystal.
Even if that mana crystal was considered by many to be the lowest grade of mana crystal obtainable.
“Is that… payment for just one of the firearms?” he asked after regaining his bearings, feeling as if it would be absurd for Alvin to pay Valyr a mana crystal for each firearm.
Fortunately, that didn’t seem to be the case.
“The Imperial Production Guild would have gone bankrupt if they did that,” replied Valyr with a slight smile, shaking his head as he stored the mana crystal he brought out back into his spatial bracelet. “Anyways, it’s their down payment for all the firearms in my workshop.”
Hearing those words, the man visibly relaxed as he inwardly let out a sigh of relief.
Then, heading into Valyr’s private workshop, he noticed that the large pile of firearms that occupied part of the space earlier was nowhere to be seen.
Recalling that there were at least over 500 firearms in that pile, Byron went silent for a bit as he looked at the young man with a hint of curiosity. “How much are they planning to pay you in total?”
“Three low-grade mana crystals,” said Valyr, the smile on his face slightly widening. “According to Elder Alvin, the guild would buy an Epic grade snaplock for a platinum card each, while they would do the same thing for Epic+ grade ones for three platinum cards.”
“That high?” Byron’s eyes widened in slight disbelief, the gears in his mind turning as he briefly wondered why the guild would pay for that much.
After all, even though it’s a solid upgrade over the arquebus, there were only things that made the snaplock better than the arquebus, which was its omission of lit flames and its higher arming speed.
However, after pondering over the question for a bit more, the man eventually had a plausible answer in mind.
“…I’m guessing they want to have a monopoly over its stock?”
“Exclusive rights for a year,” Valyr clarified, his smile now turning awry as he let out a faint sigh. “Fortunately, Elder Alvin and I came to an agreement that I could also snaplocks to the Blacksmith Guild.”
“But only in limited quantities.”
“Now you’re just going to make me owe you more,” said Byron in response, feeling his heart slightly warm up after hearing the young man include the Blacksmith Guild into his agreements.
Letting out a brief chuckle after that, the man went ahead and shifted the topic back to Valyr’s words from earlier. “In any case, when you said you’d be paid one mana crystal per order, how many snaplocks did Elder Alvin ask you to forge?”
“However many it would need to reach the value of one low-grade mana crystal,” replied the young man. “Considering the prices they’ve given me for each rarity, I would either have to forge a thousand Epic grade snaplocks, or 333 Epic+ grade snaplocks, as well as an extra Epic grade one to match that value.”
“However, they did also say that they were also open to buying Legendary grade snaplocks, which they would buy for 20 platinum cards each,” he continued, slightly shuddering as he recalled how it long it took him to forge 10.
Nevertheless, considering the value of a single low-grade mana crystal, even if he spent all of his time trying to forge the same snaplocks he made for the empire, Valyr felt that the endeavor was still incredibly profitable.
After all, a single low-grade mana crystal was equivalent to a thousand platinum cards. If converted to the lowest denomination possible, then that meant Valyr currently held what was equivalent to a hundred billion copper coins.
Just in the palm of his hand.
‘If I forge enough snaplocks for long enough, I could probably get my hands on a mid-grade mana crystal,’ thought the young man, briefly calculating how long it would take him to amass a thousand low-grade ones.
‘In any case, with that agreement, I won’t have to worry about funds for the town’s development anymore.’
Talking a bit more with Byron regarding his current plans after being freed from the empire’s request, the two eventually went their separate ways, with Valyr deciding to remain in his workshop for the meantime.
“Now that that’s done, what should I do next…?” Asking this question to himself, the young man sat on a nearby stool as he went over things he had yet to do in his mind.
Closing his eyes for a bit as he pondered over which ones would take the shortest time to finish, Valyr’s train of thought eventually stopped in its tracks as he recalled the other rewards he and Ataraxia had yet to receive from the Myriad Prodigies Tournament.
At the same time, the thought of the Myriad Prodigies Tournament reminded him of the fact that the two of them were now part of the Meltierre Imperial Guards, which immediately made him shudder in slight fear as he gave it a bit more thought.
After all, it had already been around nine months since he and Ataraxia pledged allegiance to the Meltierre Imperial Guards in front of Lunarossa.
Although the woman in question had yet to message either him or his other self about them not showing up to meet with her, who knew what she actually felt about them with that much time having passed?
‘Meyers, you there?’ Dispelling the copies he had conjured all over his workshop, Valyr sent a message to Ataraxia through [Soul Entanglement] before sending an apology to Lunarossa through the system’s chat feature.
‘What’s up?’
‘Have you received any of the other rewards from the tournament yet?’ he asked, inwardly letting out a sigh of relief after hearing his other self respond almost instantly.
‘Aside from the plot of land, as well as the rewards the guild obtained because of your affiliation, no,’ replied Ataraxia. ‘Why do you ask?’
‘Remember how we pledged allegiance to Lunarossa back in the tournament?’
‘Of course I do,’ answered the young man, his expression slightly nonchalant at first.
Though, as silence continued to envelop the two of them, his expression soon turned grim.
