And now that the whole epic investigation was over, it turned out that pure mifril was not good for weapons or armor at all. What the locals call mithril, in fact, was an alloy, in which directly mithril was about half, and the other half was represented by the metals contained in the ore. And Mikhail smelted them all down, yielding almost pure myfril.
And mixing it back to get the desired alloy was not yet possible. Trying not to hurry and not to harm the surrounding world by their actions, people who got here not of their own free will, to themselves this rule was forgotten to apply. And once again they hurried to have fifty kilograms of terribly expensive metal, which was completely useless for everyone.
- And why decide right now? Mythril weapons are not vital to us. It's more of a nice bonus. Therefore, let Mikhail solve the problem himself. At the very least, Masha has a chemist now, let her help. There are a lot of metals in the ground, we'll get a couple of tens of kilograms somehow, and we'll get the right alloy. Winter's coming soon, we'll have plenty of free time.
- Have it your way!
And as it often happens, all topics of conversation suddenly disappeared and there was no need for immediate work. The triumvirs looked at each other and without a word went to the door. There was still a lot to do to make the fortress a really decent house, so they tried not to miss the construction. They wanted to spend the winter behind thick and reliable walls. Preferably in warmth and comfort.
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Count Yankee was jubilant. Duke Ilium had accepted his proposal! The overseer of the Guard Tower and the Chancellor's right-hand man had agreed to become a vampire and betray his benefactor. Of course, he would have to share power with the Duke, but the Chancellor's position was worth it.
In the west, the vampires had brought about the end of the world, almost completely wiping out several provinces in three kingdoms, but here, in the easternmost part of the continent, in Ilkhori, everything was calm. The capital of the kingdom, the glorious city of Moli, lived a familiar life, and its inhabitants were unaware that the attack and terror of the west, was already among them. The Count intended to make this benign ignorance last forever.
The dark kin of his mistress, had massacred, not restrained their murderous impulses, but to allow such a thing in his native kingdom, the man was not going to allow it. And it was even a good thing that Duke Elias would become one of the vampires. Realizing the rage and desire for blood, he would never allow such monsters to appear in Ilkhori lands.
It was strange that vampires had massacred Valeria, Toshal, and Orod. Olga had said they were from the north of Elur and their settlement was there. For the first time a worm of doubt crept into the man's soul. What if a woman so submissive in bed was lying to him? The Count decided it would be worth questioning her in more conventional ways.
It was a pity, of course, that on vampires everything heals almost instantly and pain is almost not felt. But hunger felt good! And for a bowl of blood, she'll tell you everything, she won't dare to lie! Having determined the immediate fate of his concubine, Count Yankee got out of the carriage and smiled at Duke Elijah who met him.
- Glad to have you as my guest, Count! Come quickly into the house!
- I am glad to see you too, your excellency!
Having exchanged the duty greetings, the men hurried into the house. This time it was almost unlit, but still as quiet. Once in his master's study, the count looked around and, noticing two silver cups on the table, pointed to them.
- You will have to get rid of such things, your lordship! Silver kills vampires!
- Yes, I've read the scouting reports. But getting rid of the silverware will be noticed and arouse unnecessary suspicion.
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