Chapter 27：Shining Silver Breastplate, Five Gold a Piece!

Who was he bluffing?

Rick smirked inwardly. 

Although he had only been in Saldean's Farm for a few days, he could tell that this Half-Elf was no saint. 

Ignorant civilians may not be able to spot the difference in Sean. They would most likely excuse him for having slightly sharper ears and being blessed with good looks but it was clear to Rick that Sean was a Half-Elf. The child of an Elf and a Human. 

Half-Elves inherited the strengths of both Humans and Elves. 

Even though they did not share the same endless longevity, a lifespan of two hundred or three hundred years was possible. 

Sean may look young but his actual age was not necessarily fifteen or sixteen. Hence, Rick dared not treat him as a child. 

For some reason, Rick sensed Sean to be unfathomable since the moment they left Saldean's Farm, more so than before. This boy looked at him with a penetrating gaze, as though he could see through his innermost thoughts. 

For someone with many secrets, Rick could not help but grow wary of Sean. 

Rick knew that this Half-Elf had his own intentions for wanting to be acquainted with a Mage. 

After some slight hesitation, Rick awkwardly answered, "Sean, it's no big deal... but you know, due to personal reasons, it's been some time since I met the Mage. I haven't seen him for more than six months. I've just been wandering from place to place with no intention of seeking out the Mage..."

With that, Rick rubbed his fingers together, motioning a gesture universally known. 

A regular youngster would perhaps struggle to get it but Sean was a different story. 

'Miser! A miser like Meryl!'

Drawing his arm to his apparel, Sean rummaged about before finally fishing out three Silver Coins and thirty-odd Copper Coins. He gritted his teeth and said, "Brother Rick, if you'll introduce me to that Mage, these are yours to keep!"

Rick's eyes lit up at the sight of the small pile of Copper Coins in Sean's hands. 

Three Silver Coins and thirty-odd Copper Coins may not be a lot but considering Sean was only a fifteen year old teenager who was not financially independent, three Silver Coins and thirty-odd Copper Coins was a steal. Moreover, this intelligent young man had surely retained the lion's share to pay respect to the great Mage later. 

He was aware of the lion's share. Sean had obtained 1 Gold Coin as a reward for repairing a Harvest Golem in Furlbrow's Farm. Everyone in Saldean's Farm knew about this!

At that thought, Rick snatched the coins and muttered, "Sean, leave it to me! Just you wait, I'll bring you good news in no more than three days! However, it's wise not to mention this to anyone as we have to be careful not to offend the great Mage!" 

Sean immediately replied, "Brother Rick, don't you worry, my lips are sealed! I won't say a word! Brother Rick, you have to fulfil my dreams!"

Sean's lips curled into a smirk as he drew far from Rick. 

As to whether Rick would run off with the money, Sean was not worried. 

A Silver Coin and thirty-odd Copper Coins was not a small sum for a youth like Sean. However, it was nothing to an Adventurer like Rick. It was only peanuts. It was not hard to understand why Rick would lend a hand for a measly crumb. 

The sneaky Rick was a Rogue. With a Class similar to that of a thief, there had to be some sort of connection. The Skills this guy had mastered included Pick Lock and Steal, after all. A person lite that would not let any opportunity to earn some cash slip away. 

Thus, all that was left for Sean to do was to wait. In three day at most, he would be able to meet the Mage. 

Sean had his own reasons for trying to get acquainted with the Mage. 

Humans were social creatures, and even Mages were no exception. 

The majority of Mages may not get on well with others, but that was due to their pursuit of truth and knowledge. As intellectuals, there was rarely anyone who could hold a conversation with them. 

Now that Sean was a Mage, he should find ways to meet with other Mages for conversation and mutual enrichment. Otherwise, Sean would not go far in the path of a Mage.

Even though he was in possession of the Spatial Garrison. 

Having sealed the deal with Rick, Sean planned to look for Old Saldean in the hopes that he could rely on his connections to meet with a dependable Hunter. He wanted to purchase some Leather and Stone. 

As Sean was passing by Goldshire's only Smithy, he recognized exasperated screams coming from Gryan Stoutmantle.

"What? Five Gold a piece? Why don't you just rob a bank? This Shining Silver Breastplate is obviously made from fish scales! I'll give no more than one Gold! 

Hearing Gryan's cries, Sean was struck by a thought and entered the Smithy. 

Gryan was standing and yelling at the entrance of the Smithy. The angry look on his face resembled an angry... bird?

A middle-aged Blacksmith in his forties held a hammer and stood behind a desk with a smirk. 

On the desk was a Hauberk shining with a silver glow. It seemed rather exquisite, as if it was made with pure silver. However, the Hauberk showed its true colors with a simple use of Sean's Appraisal Sight. 

[Fish Scale Breastplate, White Quality, Common Equipment. Forged using Murloc scales and iron, plated with silver. Defense +4, Water Elemental Resistance +1.]

What an unscrupulous merchant!

This middle-aged Blacksmith seemed crude and rough yet he managed to come up with an idea to plate a layer of silver over a Fish Scale Breastplate, giving the illusion that it was a Shining Silver Breastplate when, in actual fact, this was not the case. 

If it were a Shining Silver Breastplate forged with Bronze Bars, Moss Agate, Moonstone, Iridescent Pearls, and Silver Bars, Gryan would probably be more than willing to pay 50 Gold a piece without complaints, let alone 5 Gold a piece. It would be genuine Blue Quality with at least +10 in defense. 

However, this Fish Scale Breastplate was a piece of White Common Equipment yet it cost 5 Gold a piece? More importantly, he tried to sell to Gryan for 5 Gold a piece? 

Was Gryan that easy to be ripped off? 

The sly old man had sensed something amiss with the weight of the Hauberk when he picked it up. He then used his finger to scratch the silver layer off, revealing the fish scales beneath. 

It led to this event. 

No wonder Gryan was fuming. 

He was buying armor for the soldiers under him so that they could deal with the Kobolds, the Murlocs, and the Defias Brotherhood. Many would lose their lives if they were to equip this sort of armor. This was no joke.