When Horn entered the study, he happened to see Dunak observing the fountain pen under the light.
"This is called the Dick Golden Pen," Horn introduced, "It's a feather pen made of steel, but currently it's not very usable. It either leaks ink or runs out of ink, and often tears the paper."
Sliding his rough fingers over the pen tip surface, the old dwarf scraped it against his skin, "Is Dick the inventor's name?"
"Yes, he's a dwarf too, Harbin's cousin."
"How much can he earn from this patent?"
"The production rights for Langsande County are priced at 400 gold pounds," Horn poured a cup of red tea for the old dwarf, "Currently about two workshops are in trial production, a Dick Golden Pen costs around 2 gold pounds, but not many people buy it."
Dunak suddenly licked the pen tip with his tongue, and moments later he abruptly asked, "Is it pressed with heavy steel, then cut open with a scorching beam, and later quenched with potion to eliminate internal force?"
