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Chapter 162 - 162 122 The Fury of the Florcana Republic

?Chapter 162: Chapter 122: The Fury of the Florcana Republic 3406_1 Chapter 162: Chapter 122: The Fury of the Florcana Republic 3406_1 Lady Alice, straining to suppress her excitement, stepped forward and began to closely inspect the cast-iron ingots.

The Blacksmith Guild of Parviga had their own methods and tricks for judging the quality of iron ingots, Ivita saw them encircling the ingots, striking them with a small brass hammer, listening carefully to the sound of the iron.

With each strike, the faces of the five showed growing excitement.

To prevent any accidents, Lady Alice even returned to the carriage and picked out another cast-iron ingot from the bottom of the basket to continue their test.

Finally, all five people glanced at each other, an eerie silence settling among them.

Lady Alice took the initiative to speak. “Ivita, your supply is unexpectedly excellent, it would be praised anywhere you take it. It’s our luck you decided to cooperate with us, I apologize for the people who detained you before.”

“These are indeed cast iron, one hundred pounds of raw iron worth 3 shillings, and one hundred pounds of wrought iron worth 5 shillings.”

“Iron that’s gone through a single forging and quenching process is worth 6 shillings, twice is worth 8 shillings, and thrice is worth 10 shillings. But else, these prices are ideal but impractical, quality iron sources are always quite scarce.”

Ivita waved his hand. “Those who detained me and my goods were the Lord’s doing. You have nothing to do with it.”

Ivita drew a one-handed sword made of cast iron from the carriage, then walked over to Mr. Holman and took the wrought iron sword he carried.

Although Mr. Holman didn’t quite understand, he remained silent out of respect to Ivita’s status.

Under everyone’s puzzled gaze, Ivita raised the two swords, striking them together.

With a resonating clink echoing through the air, the cast iron sword in Ivita’s hand remained unscathed, while the wrought iron sword in his right hand had a gaping hole.

Ivita handed the cast iron sword to Mr. Holman. “I’m sorry for damaging your sword, this one is my compensation to you.”

Mr. Holman bowed, taking the sword with both hands, “It’s a trivial matter, Baron, there’s no need to worry.”

He started to smile.

Being a merchant, profits were his priority, and a cast iron sword was much more expensive than a wrought iron sword.

Not to mention a continuous supply of them.

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