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Chapter 1088 - 368. The history of Transylvania’s inability to produce Psychic Weapons is gone forever_3

Chapter 1088: 368. The history of Transylvania’s inability to produce Psychic Weapons is gone forever_3

We’re still not that impressive.

The inspiration for Spirit Energy Alloy No. 1 came from the armor forging formula of the Winged Cavalry.

We accidentally discovered this stuff while trying to forge new armor for the Winged Cavalry, so my brother and I decided to officially name it ’Xike Gold’! This is to honor its true inventors and its place of origin!"

These two blacksmiths really knew how to win people over.

The Valande Knights seemed quite satisfied with what they had heard, while Little Sheron probably guessed what these two were up to, but she didn’t stop them from ingratiating themselves with West Coba’s Earldom. Instead, she focused her attention on the piece of special metal in front of the Broken Sword Master.

It was shaped like a standard iron ingot.

But its unique material reflected a distinct metallic green sheen under the glow of the dusk light, and when Sheron placed her finger on the ingot and infused it with Spiritual Energy, she was surprised to find that this special alloy could indeed store Spiritual Energy.

It was like an invisible pocket that "stored" the Spiritual Energy she poured into it.

But the efficiency was poor.

It could only store about one third, with the remaining two-thirds dissipating during the process.

Actually, Spirit Energy alloys were not uncommon among dwarf artisans, and some exceptional human blacksmiths or psychic blacksmiths also had their own unique formulas for making various Spirit Energy alloys.

This stuff is essential for making Psychic Weapons, after all, even the most skilled blacksmiths can’t forge weapons that interact with Spiritual Energy out of mere iron.

Of course, enchanting ordinary weapons is a different concept.

But it’s certain that Psychic Weapons are expensive.

Even the Blood Vulture Clan, which ruled over Transylvania for 400 years, didn’t have too many Psychic Weapons, and those distributed to their elite clansmen were mostly low-grade items, seldom as high-level as the "Ambition of the Warehouse Guard".

This had to do with the barren and chaotic environment of Transylvania.

Right now, the Spirit Energy alloy made by the Broken Sword Master and Hundred Forging Big Horse was poor in both conductivity and Spiritual Energy storage, but it was indeed bona fide Spirit Energy alloy, which meant that these two otherworld blacksmiths could now mass-produce Psychic Weapons.

The quality might not be very good.

Or there might be various problems, but Transylvania’s history of not being able to produce its own Psychic Weapons and Protective Gear was truly over as of today.

"Forge me a mighty weapon!"

"Broken Sword, you’ve delayed my shield delivery for four days! I don’t care! You have to redo it using this mighty Xike Gold!"

"Pah! Keep dreaming..."

"I’ll pay extra! What if I decide to double it, sir?"

"...Come in, let’s talk!"

A bunch of goofy little players were invited into the shop by the two blacksmiths, while the surrounding indigenous blacksmiths all wore happy expressions. Although most of them came from villages around Crimson Castle and didn’t have much experience, they had heard that Psychic Weapons were very powerful.

Now that their two "masters" had solved the Spirit Energy alloy issue, as long as these apprentices studied hard, they too could learn similar formulas in the future.

Wouldn’t it be just a matter of time before they became high-level blacksmiths or Forging Masters?

The Valande Knight also bent down and entered the blacksmith shop; he intended to discuss with the two blacksmiths the forging of specialized protective gear and weapons for the Winged Cavalry. Sheron, left outside, was still frowning, thinking about how to maximize the usefulness of this "inferior Spirit Energy alloy".

"Maybe you should consider using this stuff to make some fine firearms."

Sir Morphy’s voice arose behind Sheron, startling the preoccupied Little Count, who glared at her nominal "elder," pouted, and said:

"The quality of these alloys is a bit poor; they can’t be used to make particularly good firearms that can be enhanced with Spiritual Energy. Also, although your two warriors keep saying that this was inspired by the armor forging of the Winged Cavalry, to be honest, I don’t quite believe it.

They definitely used some otherworldly techniques to ensure the toughness of the alloy was increased without damaging the energy conductivity. These two are quite cunning and crafty, but I have to admit, they really do have talent in forging."

"Isn’t that the knowledge we want to acquire from them?"

Sir Morphy picked up a piece of Spirit Energy alloy and examined it in his hand, saying softly:

"I know what they’re making now is not good, barely even passable, but this is just the beginning, Sheron. They won’t rest on these modest successes. One day, my two warrior blacksmiths will present works that will even astonish the most arrogant Dwarf Artisans.

I have no doubt about this.

But you really need to figure out how to produce some fine firearms indeed, as it’s a contribution to our Clan. This kind of task cannot be refused because I need something I can offer to other warriors as rewards."

Sir Morphy glanced at Sheron and said:

"And you need to go oversee the armory in Andma Hills, right? I’m not very comfortable leaving everything in the hands of your apprentice, Loyal Brother."

"Oh, wait a few more days! I plan to go after watching the Boxing Championship. I’m looking forward to our Highlanders getting good results. Besides, the factory buildings there aren’t finished yet.

The production lines are being assembled, and later we need to convert them to fit otherworld weapons."

Sheron, with her arms akimbo, said:

"I’m not one of your warriors to order around, ahh! You’re an earl, and so am I, Sir Morphy. If you want me to do something, you have to say ’please’!"

"Alright, alright, my dear Count Cico, ’please’ go to Andma Hills as soon as you can and sort out the armory operations, okay?"

"Hmph, I’ll consider it on account of your sincere request."