Brand was stunned for a mont, this wasn't normal. Diagonal quartz is a product of magical infusion, and generally, high-quality varieties can only be seen in high-purity crystal ores. In tal ores, it's the opposite.
He looked up and found Maher, Joka, and a few other young n had already stopped. After the light gray rock was completely decomposed, a deep blue mineral vein was revealed behind it—it's Cold Iron. However, what truly made them stop wasn't the Cold Iron itself, but the crystals emitting a faint glow embedded within it.
Magic Eye Gems!
No less than seventeen of them, and each one was the size of a thumb!
Even Brand couldn't help but be stunned. He had never heard of anyone digging up seventeen Magic Eye Gems with one pickaxe strike. Not even the lowest-grade purple yellow crystals used to make intelligence headbands had ever been unearthed in such quantity.
He patted his cheeks, as if to confirm he wasn't dreaming. But he imdiately looked up and asked, "Do you know what these are?"
Everyone shook their heads.
Brand stared at the Cold Iron vein containing the Magic Eye Gems— in fact, that accompanying vein itself was unusually large. After glancing at it, Brand concluded that at least one or two tons of Cold Iron Ore could be mined from it.
Such an amount of Cold Iron was already quite terrifying.
Cold Iron was also a product of magical infusion, but Brand couldn't fathom how this vein could be so fortunate as to attract so much magical power, forming such a vast accompanying vein.
He shook his head to dismiss the thought, paused slightly, and then said, "These are Magic Eye Gems. They're very useful to ."
The young n fell silent.
"Okay, let's split them in half," Maher imdiately said. In fact, splitting them in half was quite unfair to him, since Brand was alone while they were seven people.
But the young n knew that the other party's strength was formidable, and they were worried Brand might beco greedy.
However, Brand shook his head: "I'll take them all. You can sell your half." He patted his waist, "I can pay right away."
Magic Eye Gems were the most important materials for making magic rings, but not just that. At least Brand knew that White Lion Armor required this material, and even the long-lost Windweaver Bow of the Golden Elves did too.
Seventeen thumb-sized Magic Eye Gems were enough to make a hundred sets of armor. Brand couldn't help but think that it was like finding sothing he'd been searching for effortlessly.
The young n were silent for a while before Kevan finally asked, "How much will you pay?"
"You don't know the market price of Magic Eye Gems. Even if you have them, you won't be able to sell them. I'm not going to lie to you, I'm only prepared to offer half the price," Brand said unhurriedly. "But even at half the price, I think it will be enough to satisfy you."
"How much is that?" asked the girl standing next to Kevan.
"Ten square Gold Coins."
The mine was filled with the sound of gasping; square Gold Coins were the most common currency in the south, and ten square Gold Coins equated to almost thirteen thousand torr. That was no small sum.
"Are you really willing to pay... that much?" Joka asked, stuttering slightly.
"Of course, including your commission."
The young man smiled awkwardly. He knew that Brand was joking. At most, he could only ask for fifteen torr for bringing Brand down here.
The frail young man said nothing, nodding to signal his companions to chisel off the crystals from the Cold Iron vein and hand them to Brand. Naturally, Brand promptly paid up. When he handed over the bag of Gold Coins, the young n counted them repeatedly, even biting them a few tis, as if they couldn't believe it was real gold.
But indeed, considering that fifteen thousand torr was quite astronomical for these young n, they wouldn't have made such an amount in ten years of work here. Even if they secretly sold off Silver Ore, it would be the sa.
Brand carefully put away the Magic Eye Gems but then heard the young man nad Kevan ask, "Sir, do you want this Cold Iron?"
Brand looked at the long Cold Iron vein, thinking of course he wanted it, but not now. Eventually, the mine would belong to him.
He shook his head.
The young man seed a bit disappointed, letting out an "oh." Without Brand's help, it would be much more troubleso to get the ore out.
But in the end, this incident was just a small interlude in the otherwise dull mining process.
About half an hour later, the overseer Kevan ntioned finally showed up. He seed to recognize these young n, not only greeting them but also mistaking Brand for a new mber of their group.
Kevan, Maher, and Brand all tacitly chose not to deny it this ti. When the overseer left, Brand finally found an opportunity to delve deeper underground.
After saying goodbye to the young n, he made his way down the dark, lightless underground tunnels to the lowest level of the mining area. The intricate mine tunnels had been abandoned many years ago, and at this mont, the entire cold, silent underground had no signs of life. If an ordinary person advanced in these places alone, they would instinctively feel a deep fear.
But Brand, walking in the darkness, felt very satisfied.
No one around was the best!
Eventually, he stopped beside a blocked corridor. After a slight mont of confirmation that he was deep enough, he extended his hand. With a flicker in his palm, a Sky Blue Destiny Card appeared:
It was the Wind Spirit Spider.
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