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Chapter 18: X-Artefact
“By the way Mr. Bowen, could you help me get rid of these?” Nichol said, lifting the sack at his side and handing it to him. Now that Mr. Bowen’s purpose is delivered, it is time for his. “What’s this?” He asked and he nearly stumbled when Nichol completely transfer it to his bearing. He then settled it to the unoccupied area of the table and opened it. “Mithril ores.” Upon hearing the words, he immediately closed the sack again and pressed his arms above it. He’s completely rattled especially that he’d already felt its weight. “Mithril ores?” He asked in a whisper. Nichol nodded. “Yes, around a hundred pounds.” “Where did you get this?” “In the Brute Kingdom. An Orc settlement was keeping some.” It was not the entire truth but it’s technically not a lie either. “I want to trade them
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