Noble Metal Refining Novels & Stories

The room glowed with magic-light chandeliers, each suspended above tables bearing national flags and corporate emblems. Ambassador Roland of Halberd, flanked by two dwarven economists and a cultural envoy, made his way to a booth marked Sternvale Steelworks, a medium-sized Aeternum smithing conglomerate known for crafting enchanted tools and ore-refinement cores. “We’ve got silver veins the size of dragons back home,” Roland said, offering a formal bow to the sharp-suited Sternvale representative. “But we lack the process to purify it properly. We’d like to offer trade rights. In return, help us build a local refinery plant. You get first pick of output.”

Jackson bent down, wanting to pick up the sword but was stopped by Hana. "No, Jackson," Hana said coldly. "It's still in the process of being finalized. "The outer shell will gradually be separated and wait and see soon it will glow in the sunlight," Tom sarcastically said, "Kidding each other. The Nad smelter is already broken; where does it get the heat to eliminate impurities and reconcile the final material? Useless, you didn't make a joke. It's best to be prepared to be my servant,"

A percentage less of a certain metal added to a process might ruin the entire batch. He refined tons of base metals together into different materials, which got processed even further for up to five times. Each step transformed the main alloys from a worthless piece of junk to a less worthless piece of junk. By the time several days had gone past, the mixed materials had already transformed into smooth pieces of shaped plating.

“It is the Southern Shadow strain, Winnie. It is the same one used in the border raid three years ago. It is highly illegal and nearly impossible to acquire without black market connections.” ​“And how is it refined?” I asked, my mind racing through the pages of the medical books I had stayed up all night reading in the tower. “What is the process to make it so concentrated?” ​“It requires a silver centrifuge and a specific type of lunar salt,” Elara replied, looking confused. “It is a very complex process, Winnie. It takes days of careful temperature control. It is not something a human could do in a servant’s kitchen or a diner's basement.”

In addition, the aroma is different from the previous one. Seeing my sister inside, my heart was relieved. - That's her? asked the werewolf. - Yes. Evelyn hissed and huddled in a corner. - We'll have to try. While he was looking around, Elyan and I checked the grate for strength. There are metals that do not lend themselves to supernatural beings. One of them is silver-white iridium, it belongs to the platinum group. Specially conducted research, and determined the type of this durable alloy.

It was strange. "I was honestly afraid of the answer," I admitted. "So what is it you're trying to get abuelo to sign over?" "Okay then," he rubbed the side of his face, "in less complicated terms I'm in the precious materials and gem industry." "Like gold and diamonds?" I asked. "Gold," yes he nodded, "rhodium," he cleared his throat. "Rhodium?" "It's the most expensive metal there is out there." "I thought that was platinum."