Farming in a Parallel World and Becoming a God-Chapter 1281 - 693: The Grace of the God of Forging_3

The other two are identical to this one in both appearance and attributes.

Giharin explained from the side: "I abandoned the more complex abilities you mentioned in Combat Armor and instead used its physical structure to produce magical effects. This maximizes its damage reduction capability. While slightly inferior in convenience compared to Combat Armor, its practicality is not diminished in the least. Especially for equipping armies in bulk, it also has the advantage of being relatively inexpensive to manufacture. As long as we have a sufficient supply of Fine Gold, mass production is feasible."

"For equipping armies, it’s more than enough." Gaven nodded in satisfaction. He hadn’t expected to perfectly replicate Combat Armor anyway. That kind of Magic Armor was evidently not just the work of blacksmiths but the result of collaboration with powerful mages proficient in crafting Magic Items.

The upgrades to his Combat Armor over time were fortuitous and irreproducible. Even the infusion with the Dragon Oak Mother Tree was a unique opportunity that couldn’t be replicated, due to the special nature of the Dragon Oak Mother Tree itself.

If this Fine Gold Armor were used to equip mid- to low-ranking commanders in his army, it would significantly enhance their survivability on the battlefield. These commanders were the foundation of the army’s resilience. As long as they remained in the field, ordinary soldiers would not easily crumble. Even if routed, the surviving commanders could reorganize the troops quickly.

"What price has the Clan Leader set for these armors? Would it be possible to sell them to me?" Gaven asked tentatively.

Such powerful armor was typically not for sale, especially for the Iron Clan, which bore the heavy responsibility of restoring their lost homeland. They were undoubtedly stockpiling such formidable equipment for their reclamation efforts.

Although these three Fine Gold Armors were crafted according to human standards, all Magic Armors had some degree of adjustable size. Whether Dwarf, Human, or Orc, as long as the wearer achieved Harmony with the armor, it would fit as though tailor-made.

"These are not for sale." Giharin smiled sincerely. "These were originally a small gift prepared by our Iron Clan for the General. Once we enter into cooperation, how could there ever be a shortage of such armor?"

With the appearance of Fine Gold Art, it was still uncertain whether Gaven was the Supreme Commander of the Conqueror Army, the Conqueror himself. However, it was now confirmed without a doubt that he was the correspondent they had been communicating with all along.

As one of the top blacksmiths in Felen, Giharin was well aware of the value of Fine Gold Art.

In this world, full-body armors crafted entirely from Fine Gold were exceedingly rare. Even chainmail armor was usually made of Mithril; Fine Gold versions were unheard of. Most of the Fine Gold Armors and Fine Gold Weapons on the market were alloys.

This was not only due to the astronomical cost and rarity of Fine Gold but also because of its substantial weight. If the material were used for forging full-body armor, and the plates were too thin, they would be less effective than several-centimeter-thick steel plates. Conversely, if the plates were too thick, the armor would weigh several hundred kilograms, rendering movement impossible. Some weight-reducing spells existed, but they were generally limited to halving or reducing the weight by a fraction. Spells capable of making armor "light as a feather" weren’t ordinary magic.

Fine Gold Art was one such rare spell. It not only allowed Fine Gold alloys to exhibit the pure qualities of Fine Gold but also maintained the weight of a Fine Gold Alloy.

However, this spell was not an ordinary one—it was one of the Elves’ supreme spells, with extremely high casting costs, and Elves would not use it lightly.

This underscored the exceptional value Gaven’s mastery of effortless casting held. Once the two sides collaborated, this alone could bring tremendous wealth to both parties.

"Then I won’t stand on ceremony. These three barrels of Ghost Grape Wine are my return gift." Gaven pulled out three large barrels of Weizemay Manor’s specialty from his Portable Dimensional Hole.

In addition to their stubbornness and forging skill, the Dwarves’ third racial hallmark was their love for drink.

In human cities, there were two places where Dwarves could usually be found: blacksmith shops and taverns.

Spending long years alongside furnaces and ground fires gave them characteristically intense inner heat, making them especially suited for the properties of Ghost Grape Wine.

Sure enough, every Dwarf present was eyeing the Ghost Grape Wine with a glowing gaze, as though trying to open the barrels with sheer willpower to pour themselves a drink.

"This is a treasure money can’t buy. When the General held the Ghost Grape Wine Auction in the Three Rivers Region, we received the news too late and only managed to purchase ten bottles at exorbitant prices from unscrupulous wine merchants.

The taste is unforgettable, like it was just yesterday that I sampled it. If possible, I hope we can establish a long-term supply arrangement, giving us priority purchasing rights." Giharin spoke with a glowing face.

This was yet another confirmation of Gaven’s identity—he was almost certainly the Conqueror Gaven.

"As long as the quantity isn’t excessive, that shouldn’t be a problem." With increasing resources at his disposal, Ghost Grape Wine was no longer merely a commodity in Gaven’s hands but a unique tool for forging diplomatic relations. The question wasn’t whether others wanted it; the fear was only if they didn’t.

"Excellent! Excellent! Excellent!" Giharin hurriedly promised. "We have no plans to enter this trade sector. Rather, this Magic Wine greatly inspires our forging creativity, and it’s purely for internal use within the clan."

Giharin wasn’t being naive or ignorant of basic business sense. He knew that, with Gaven’s current standing, there was no need to shortchange them in this matter. He would undoubtedly offer them the lowest wholesale price, just as the Dwarves wouldn’t exploit him on Fine Gold equipment. This was merely an auxiliary benefit of their deeper collaboration.