Western Fantasy: I can write unlimited entries

False holy weapon.

Between heritage-level treasure phantasms and sacred artifacts, heritage-level treasure phantasms are mostly owned by kingdoms and aristocratic families.

Or a very small number of strong people.

However, the holy weapon is unique to the three empires and the church, and has unrivaled power.

Only a legendary blacksmith can forge it. However, there are only a handful of legendary blacksmiths in the entire Osna continent, and each of them is a figure that the three empires need to treat with respect.

Now, Hadyi broke through the limitations of his own talent and got a glimpse of the blacksmith's true intention, thus creating a pseudo-sacred weapon.

The birth of pseudo-holy weapons is usually a coincidence. Some master blacksmiths spend all their efforts and skills throughout their lives to forge a masterpiece that is the pinnacle of their lives.

Although it is not as powerful as a holy weapon, it has some power, far exceeding that of a heritage-level treasure.

Hadey has touched that level, and it is only a matter of time before he truly steps into the ranks of legendary blacksmiths.

After hearing Hadyi explain the concept of the pseudo-sacred weapon, Ibuprofen's eyes sparkled, she held his hands tightly, and asked with a sincere expression: "Master Hadyi, can the pseudo-sacred weapon change its size freely?"

The lack of matching armor has always been a worry for Ibuprofen. Without the restriction of suitable armor, he usually increases his height to three meters at most in battle. The increase in strength is not large, and he always feels like he is tied up.

"Let me try this."

Hadyi himself was not sure. After all, he had just touched the realm of the legendary blacksmith, and there were still many unknowns for him to explore.

Ron already knew about Hadey's improvement in forging skills, so he privately summoned him to the study for a brief chat.

He realized this because he saw hundreds of works at the Craftsmanship Festival and understood that everything in the world is not static.

Hadyi raised his hand and said with a smile: "The ore in the fire, the hammer in my hand, every burning and swing is 'creating'. As a blacksmith, I just blend them together." .”

Ron noticed that when he said this, there was a different kind of light in his eyes, and an inexplicable temperament appeared from Hadey.

Calm and heavy.

Like a piece of metal that has been tempered many times, so pure that there are no impurities.

"Thank you Lord for your guidance, but I just failed to live up to your expectations and failed to get the ingenuity."

Ron didn't care about this. He stared at Hadyi and said in a meaningful tone: "With your ambition, the fake holy weapon cannot satisfy your pride. When you create the real holy weapon, I I will give you a gift."

Hearing this, Hadey's heart moved. When he wanted to ask, he saw Ron wave his hand gently, so he had to bow and retreat.

Just after leaving the mansion, Abel appeared in front of him, with a kind face and said: "Master Hadyi, congratulations on your further improvement in your skills. You see, our relationship has always been good. Shouldn't the weapons and armor of us people be upgraded? ?”

Hadyi twitched the corner of his mouth and said: "My Lord Knight King, if you let other people see you like this, it will damage your image."

Abel waved his hand, "Master, it's a bit awkward for you to call me that. Alas, I can't help it. Those boys always urge me to come over and talk to you."

Talk?

Hadyi's expression changed and he blurted out: "You don't want to give me money, do you?"

Even Abel was a little embarrassed after his thoughts were discovered.

There are two ways for the Knights of the Round Table to ask Hadyi for weapons and equipment. One is merit exchange, which is also the most common one.

A heritage-level Noble Phantasm requires a lot of merit points, and a pseudo-sacred weapon requires a huge amount of merit. Perhaps only Abel and Sig in the entire Knight Order have enough merit points to redeem it.

The second is to buy it with gold coins. This is also a concession given by Hadey to the Knights of the Round Table. Others do not have such treatment. After all, not everyone is like Jessefer and can beat Hadey in drinking.

"That's not true. I remember that the Ministry of Finance allocated a lot of money to the Knights. Can't you use some?"

Rosalind was in charge of the territory's finances. In addition to the three new cities, the Knights allocated the most money, followed closely by Nancy's alchemy workshop.

“Nature has a lot to use.”

Abel didn't say much. The 'tree' is still a secret, and those who know it will not talk about it to the outside world. Hadey stared at him for a while and nodded in agreement.

"However, I can only create pseudo-sacred weapons now, and it will take some time to complete the equipment for the thirteen of you, about two months."

Abel said there was no problem, and then asked one more question, "When can you create the holy weapon?"

".within five years."

——

A month passed in the blink of an eye.

Arnold Territory held three festivals, one for each month, and the impact was huge.

Life is no longer static, and has changed from the original production part to entertainment. Of course, entertainment here does not mean doing nothing. More accurately, it can be described as 'art'.

Nowadays, the citizens of Arnold are open-minded and inspired by the three festivals to try new things.

Some people aim at the master of fairy tales, Mr. Nika, and begin to make up their own stories for children to read.

Some people were moved by Heidi's singing and used singing to describe the stories in their hearts.

There are also people who have strong hands-on skills and create amazing sights and wonders by hand, causing a sensation.

And so on.

These people have shown master-level strength in their respective fields and have become celebrities and sought after in Miracle City in a short period of time.

On this day, Chelsea came to see Ron and explain his purpose.

"Lord Baron, I have been treated so well by you these past two months. However, the Star Brigade will continue to travel after all, and I am here to say goodbye to you this time."

Chelsea said that the Star Brigade has gained a lot during this period. The entire brigade has been completely renewed, all the equipment has been replaced, and more importantly, it has become a lot richer.

Ron nodded understandingly, "The Star Brigade will not forget its original intention and can continue to embark on the journey. I respect your choice."

"My lord, the Baron, has given you too much praise."

"However, I still sincerely invite you to participate in the 'Martial Arts Conference' next month. Why don't you stay for a while longer, which is only ten days."

Hearing this, Chelsea was completely confused, with only one thought in his mind: Again?

This is a world with extraordinary power, and Ron will never ignore this factor no matter what he does.

All peace and tranquility are based on strong strength, and the Arnold family needs 'invisible' supporters.

Soon, the news spread that Miracle City will hold a ‘Martial Arts Conference’ next month. This is a stage that belongs only to the strong.

In the name of the Arnold family, Ron sent invitations to the major kingdoms and aristocratic families.

In just three months, Miracle City caused several big disturbances. Some forces gradually felt uneasy, wondering what conspiracy was hidden inside, and maintained a certain degree of suspicion.

When they received the invitation letter from the Arnold family, they were immediately horrified. They only hesitated for a moment before accepting the invitation.

Just because, the winner of the martial arts competition can obtain a heritage-level treasure!

Big deal!

Baron Arnold is so courageous!

Kingdoms and aristocratic families from all over the world responded one after another, expressing their determination to participate. The letters also mentioned their desire to deepen ties with the Arnold family.

Among them, the new king of the Kingdom of Nebonir became uneasy when he learned about this. Miracle City held a martial arts conference, and all the forces around the Kingdom of Carlo received invitations. Could this be a message of alliance?

Are they still unwilling to give up on the Kingdom of Nebonir?

This emotion did not last long. When King Nebonir also received an invitation from the Arnold family, he felt relieved.

"Your Majesty, could this be a trap set by King Carlo and Baron Arnold to deceive us with the news of the inheritance-level Noble Phantasm?"

When King Nebonir mentioned this matter in political affairs, some ministers offered words of advice one after another, with uneasiness on their faces.

"I agree. After His Majesty the Sword Master returned, he stated that he would not take action again. We need to treat it with caution."

Listening to the rebuttals of the ministers, King Nebonir said: "No, we are invited. Moreover, I will go in person."

"Your Majesty, no!"

Arnold territory.

In the office of the City Defense Department, Byron and Marvin sat opposite each other, discussing many matters regarding the martial arts conference.

"The Lord has entrusted the martial arts conference to the Knights and the City Defense Department to jointly organize it. We must handle it carefully."

Ma Wen frowned and thought, and then said: "This time is different from the previous times. The temptation of the inheritance-level Noble Phantasm is too great, and some people will be eyeing it. The security of the city and the safety of the citizens need to be paid special attention to."

"Yes, I know."

Byron nodded and said: "I will send more manpower to patrol seamlessly during the conference to avoid accidents."

"That's very good."

Marvin smiled, and the two discussed the details again, trying to minimize the risk.

Government Affairs Office, Ministry of Finance.

Rosalind sat in her seat, dealing with the territory's expenses and income for the past three months. She frowned, seeming to be thinking about something.

The financial officer on the side saw her expression and asked doubtfully: "Mr. Minister, are you worried about something? Is there anything that my subordinates can help with?"

Rosalind glanced at her and asked, "Where do you think we can make a lot of money in this martial arts tournament?"

The treasurer was stunned.

Looking at her appearance, Rosalind sighed and continued to think. Before, whether it was a food festival or a craftsmanship festival, she had found a place to gain profit.

In addition to the convex lenses being made into glasses and selling well, some other objects that appear at the Craftsmanship Festival can also be processed and sold as commodities, which brings a lot of profit.

But in this martial arts competition, from her perspective, she could not see the point where she could earn gold coins. She felt that she had not understood the profound meaning of the lord.

——

Time passed by quickly, and soon came the day when the martial arts conference was held, and many people came to Arnold Territory.

Representatives of various kingdoms and family heads came to Miracle City one after another, and Joyce, as the acting city lord, made corresponding arrangements so as not to neglect them.

There are several times more adventurers in the city than usual, and they all come for the inheritance-level treasure phantom.

Compared to aristocratic families, adventurers are more enthusiastic about the rewards for winning the tournament. This may be the only way for them to obtain inheritance-level treasures.

In the square in Miracle City, a dedicated venue for competitions has been set up. The outside is covered by three different layers of magic arrays to separate the inside and outside.

Based on the number of participants in the martial arts tournament, Thomas arranged it to last for seven days, and then conduct random 1V1 battles based on number cards.

At this moment, two people were fighting in the fighting arena. Several Knights of the Round Table were watching from a distance, paying attention to the dangers lurking in the dark.

Cliff smiled and said: "I heard from Marvin that the participating adventurers accounted for 90%, and all kingdoms and families combined accounted for only 10%. I think the final winner will come from the inherited family."

Frank had a different idea, he said: "Don't underestimate adventurers, there are strong ones among them. Isn't Mr. Reagan the same?"

His words made sense to others.

Finally, Thomas stood up and said impartially: "Adventurers hone their skills in life and death, and the heirs of the family also have their own advantages. Whoever wins in the end may win."

Anthony was not interested in this argument and said: "Someone has to win. Who do you think it will be? Guess?"

Everyone suddenly became interested and each named a person, including adventurers and family heirs.

Without exception, these people they were talking about were all fourth-level powerhouses. The fact that so many fourth-level people appeared in Miracle City in a short period of time showed the appeal of the inheritance-level Noble Phantasm.

"Hey, where is Sig? I didn't see anyone else just now." Ibuprofen always felt that something was missing, and when he looked at it, he realized that Sig was not there.

Thomas said: "The people from the Avalorin royal family are talking to him about the treasure, and they won't be able to finish it for a while."

Everyone was silent.

Victor chuckled and said: "Last time, the Avalorin royal family took out the treasure of a seventh-level powerhouse. I don't know what it will be this time."

"To be honest, I'm a little envious." Taylor was helpless. He was there last time. Why didn't the Avalorin royal family come to him?

The first six days of the martial arts tournament were basically "novices pecking each other", and there was nothing eye-catching about them.

Waiting for the last day is the real master showdown. Ron and representatives from all parties attended the scene.

"Your Majesty, I didn't expect you to come this time. I'm rude." Ron said when he saw the person in front of him.

King Meredith chuckled lightly, "Master Arnold, there is no need to be polite. I also explained the important things clearly before I had time to come over."

Hearing this, Ron's heart moved and he said with a smile: "It seems that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is already a qualified monarch in His Majesty's heart. This is a blessing for our Kingdom of Carlo."

"Haha, the head of the Arnold family has given too much praise. Felix still has many shortcomings, and the head of the family needs to take more care of him."

Ron's expression froze, and he cursed this old man in his heart.

At this time, a voice came from the side, "Master Arnold."

Ron turned to look, and then a smile appeared on his face, "It turns out to be the head of the Brook family. I heard that your young master also participated in the conference and has considerable strength."

The Brook family is a famous swordsman family. Three generations ago there was a sword master, and they also own two inheritance-level swords.

Moreover, the head of the family is a fourth-level swordsman himself, and his family's strength is undoubtedly strong.

The head of the Brook family said politely: "My master, you are overly praised. My son is not mature enough and was eliminated in the second round. I came to you this time to ask your Judgment Knight to give my son some guidance."

Hearing this, Ron was slightly stunned.

King Meredith on the side looked at him from the side, narrowing his eyes slightly, thinking about something.

Ron did not agree immediately. The head of the Brook family left a little disappointed and continued to watch the martial arts competition.

After a day of competition, the final winner was won by a B-level adventurer whose profession is a berserker, and he was given the inheritance-level weapon he wanted.

After the conference.

King Meredith smiled and said: "Master Arnold, don't forget to attend Felix's succession ceremony. I'll be waiting for you in the royal capital."

Ron thought to himself, is the sixth king in a hurry?