"My lord," Garrick addressed Ethan with a respect unusual for a grumpy dwarf like himself. "Do you know what a divine forge is?"
"Yes. A forge with a dragon's eternally burning fire." Ethan nodded, confirming without hesitation.
He already knew full well where the dwarf was going with this conversation, but he didn't attach much importance to the matter.
He had already confirmed with the system that he could build a divine forge. The problem was that the price was steep.
Three hundred thousand gold coins for a fragmented high-level divine forge.
That was the minimum price for a dragon's fire forge—higher even than that of the fallen god-emperor's palace.
There were cheaper ones, of course, but those were generally nothing more than fake divine forges.
Throughout the entire system, there was only one true divine forge, which is why the price was so high.
Even the fake ones were good, yes, but they simply couldn't compare to what Ethan had in mind for Goldenveil's future.
