"You...!" The Buer Warrior was furious, almost wishing to chop the annoying guy with an axe.
Even if he was dull, he could hear the mockery in the rogue's words. Mithril was an extremely precious magical metal. Although the Tauren Warrior worshiped the Shaman of Divine Songs immensely, he hadn't yet become arrogant enough to think that Lord Richard owned a large amount of Mithril.
"What's wrong?" The human rogue rolled his eyes.
"Branco, you're really full of nonsense!" The Mage couldn't help but laugh: "If there was that much Mithril, who would be willing to refine 'Black Silver'? That stuff is worth a fortune!"
