After the full level, my soft rice system is long overdue

"In the name of Fresberg and the ancient covenant—"

"It is even more peaceful for the Western Continent and the people of the empire."

"I swear to be king on this throne."

From the old man's hand, Isabella respectfully took over the sterling silver sword that radiated infinite coercion.

The legendary weapon "Green Silver Dawn" once accompanied the founder of the Alan Empire in all directions, experienced countless battles, and became synonymous with victory.

At the same time, this silver sword is also a symbol of the Lord of the Aram Empire.

Isabella turned around and pointed at the silver sword in her hand.

She looked at the solemn, thoughtful, or hesitant ministers and nobles in the audience, and made a solemn announcement.

"From today's time—"

"I am the future master of the empire."

..

The salute was fired, and thousands of griffin cavalry in black armor rose into the sky.

The succession ceremony ended.

The old but majestic old man slowly walked down the steps between the thrones accompanied by Isabella.

Then, the old man fixed his eyes on Shire who was watching the ceremony for a long time.

There was scrutiny, gratitude, anxiety, hesitation, hesitation, and even a little hostility in those eyes.

But in the end, it turned into full of comfort and appreciation.

"Charle."

The old king looked into Shire's eyes.

"Although the inheritance ceremony has been completed, little Isa still has many immature places—"

"In the future, please bear with me a lot."

Charles nodded: "Of course, she is my friend."

"That's good--"

The corner of the old man's mouth smiled: "Then I, the old man who has already stepped into the coffin, won't bother you young people—"

..

The old man turned his head and left with the help of the waiter.

"So, what's your request?"

"Beforehand, I will not agree to excessive demands."

Charles looked at the silver-haired princess beside him, and asked.

"Do not worry--"

Isabella smiled: "I want you to accompany me around the imperial capital."

"However, not as the princess of the empire and the deputy tower master of the black tower—"

"Instead, just like when we traveled the mainland as adventurers, let's take a look at this city together as ordinary people."

..

Ciel launched "advanced cognitive distortion" for himself and Isabella, and their identities in the eyes of outsiders are no longer the world-famous chief of the Black Tower and the next queen of the empire.

It was two adventurer companions who came from other places and were somewhat dusty.

"As adventurers, we have come to the famous capital of Alan, where should we go first?"

Since it was a bet, then according to Isabella's request, Shire dutifully acted as an ordinary adventurer who had just arrived in the imperial capital.

And Isabella seems to be quite interested in this kind of role-playing. She thought for a moment: "As an adventurer, when you come to a big stronghold, of course you should first use the quest accumulation to update your equipment."

"That makes sense. I just want to update my equipment." Charles nodded. "By the way, do you know how to get to the blacksmith's shop?"

"The imperial family has craftsmen for the queen, so naturally there is no need to go to a special blacksmith shop to make them."

"Coincidentally, I am also in the Black Tower."

The air fell into embarrassment for a while.

..

In the end, it was Shire who went to passers-by to ask for directions, and finally figured out the location.

Molten House——

This is a chain weapon shop opened by the dwarf kingdom deep in the Meteorite Mountains, with branches in every major human city in the Western Continent.

According to Shire's understanding, the Golden Deer Chamber of Commerce has always been greedy for arms business——

After all, since ancient times, there has been no business that is more profitable than selling arms.

It's a pity that in the field of forging, the dwarves have an advantage that humans can't match.

Moreover, the dwarves are extremely united, even if they want to recruit employees to change jobs, they can't do it. Therefore, the Golden Deer Chamber of Commerce can only look at the fat meat of the arms business over the years.

Charles walked into the large shop that was forged with various rare metals: "I want to build a weapon and provide the raw material embryos myself."

Inside the store, a short and strong dwarf raised his eyes: "What kind of weapon does the customer want to build?"

Charles thought for a while: "A weapon that is convenient for throwing can minimize the loss of its power due to air resistance during the throwing process. In addition, it is best to make it tough. I need to use it repeatedly."

"Understood, that is a weapon like a throwing gun—"

The dwarf seemed quite confident: "It's a trivial matter, as long as the guest provides me with the weapon embryo and raw materials."

Charles looked at the other party's beard and hair, and shook his head: "I'm afraid you won't be able to forge this weapon, can you get an older craftsman instead?"

Although the lifespan of dwarves cannot be compared with that of elves, vampires, or ancient dragons, they are considered long-lived species compared to humans. Therefore, it is not accurate to judge age by appearance, and it is often distinguished by the lushness of hair.

Generally speaking, the thicker and denser the hair, the younger the age. The dwarf in front of him has thick hair, so he looks like a young craftsman.

The dwarf immediately became unconvinced.

"My guest, I have been practicing forging skills since I was a child, and I have 30 years of experience. Even many Mithril-level adventurers have forged weapons here."

"Please don't insult my professionalism."

The Mithril rank is the third rank that the Adventurer's Guild divides adventurers into. It is second only to the highest steel rank and the Orichalcum rank. The weakest adventurers who can become Mithril rank are all above the fifth rank.

Seeing that the other party was persistent, Charles took out the "Dragon's Breath Break. Iraq War Damaged Edition" from the secondary plane.

"Storage ring!" The dwarf noticed the small space fluctuation, and his face became slightly serious.

The dwarf took the sword embryo, placed it on the forging table, and blew the bellows.

The muscles in his right arm were knotted, and he swung the forging hammer with a heavy blow.

Ding--

The sword embryo made a crisp sound, and a dent appeared on the forging hammer.

"Guests, don't worry, I only used seven points of force just now."

The dwarf's complexion became serious, and he replaced it with a more advanced forging hammer, and the temperature in the furnace also rose a lot.

He swung the hammer with all his strength again, and there was an extra gap in the hammer, but the hilt of the sword remained steady.

Sweat dripped down the face of the dwarf craftsman.

He bowed to Charles and Isabella: "I'm sorry, but my skills are not good enough to handle this sword embryo."

"However, our dwarves are capable people in large numbers, please wait a moment, and I will invite my master right away."

He turned around and disappeared into the hidden door in the store.

A moment later, a much older dwarf followed the young dwarf out of the secret door.

Charles looked at the opponent's appearance, his hair was sparse, and the top of his head had become pure Mediterranean.

The old dwarf was full of confidence: "I heard that there is a big order coming, and Yige can't handle it, but don't worry, these are no problem for me who have been forging for nearly a hundred years."

10 minutes later--

The older dwarf was sweating with the previous dwarf named Yig, and was lost in thought as he watched the forging hammer break open.

"This is the embryo of a legendary weapon!"

The old dwarf craftsman exclaimed, and even looked at Charles and Isabella with a lot of respect.

And those who can hold a legendary weapon embryo, their strength and status can also be imagined, at least at least they are quasi-legendary with a lot of money.

Although the dwarves are arrogant, they still know how to respect them in front of quasi-legends.

After all, there are no legends in the dwarf kingdom at present. Although there are a few legendary weapons and formation protection, if the legend is really offended, it will be a big trouble for the dwarves.

He bowed slightly and said respectfully: "Two distinguished guests, please wait a moment. I'll go and invite my patriarch—the elder brother of the contemporary patriarch of our dwarves."

This time the two dwarves disappeared through the secret door for a much longer time.

Ciel was bored waiting in the House of Molten Fire, so he wandered around the shop.

It is indeed the largest stronghold of the dwarves in the empire, and there are quite a complete range of weapons and props.

From stealth coats for thieves to tower shields for guardian warriors..

From the Sunstrider Longbow used by archers, to the Gale Blessing Gloves used by rangers..

It can be said to have everything.

"You even sell staff?"

Charles took down a beige wand from the wall and played with it in his hand.

"At your current rank, do you still need the assistance of a staff?"

Isabella spoke with some doubts.

In her impression, it seemed that since they were still traveling the mainland together in the adventure group, they hadn't seen Charles use the staff very much.

Even for the forbidden spell against God that was cast earlier - "Sword of Damocles", Charles seemed to have completed the activation without using the staff.

Charles shook his head: "The essence of the staff is an item to assist spellcasting, which can help the caster get closer to the magic net—"

"Then by improving your elemental affinity and mobilizing the total amount of magic power, you can speed up the singing speed and increase the power of the spell."

"After I became a legend, I have been able to mobilize the magic power of the world directly across the level of the magic net through arcane analysis of the law."

"Therefore, naturally there is no need to use a staff."

Even so, Ciel still had a serious face.

He stroked the stick slowly, as if he was holding something fragile.

"Fifteen inches, elderberry, with a core of . . . "

"Phoenix feathers... and the tail hairs of thestrals."

Ciel pointed his staff at the sky: "Avada eats a big melon!"

This was followed by a green light that soared into the sky from the tip of the wand.

"It's a pity that the Unforgivable Curse cannot be released on people, otherwise they will enter Azkaban."

Charles put his wand behind his back, stood with his hands behind his back, and shook his head regretfully

Isabella pressed the center of her brows as if she was having a headache, and there was a little helplessness on that pretty face that was originally as cold as frost.

She naturally saw the source of this green light. Of course, it wasn't the real killing curse, but a first-level spell "Flash. Green" cast by Charles himself.

Isabella thought for a while, took the wand from Charles, and pointed it at Charles himself: "The soul is out of the body!"

"Ah I'm dead."

Ciel fell to the ground helplessly.

He stood up again from the floor, and said with some surprise: "Have you seen it too?"

In Shire's impression, Isabella, as the princess of the empire, has a very busy schedule every day.

Apart from those professional books on politics and the military field, Isabella should rarely have the leisure to read the casual novels at the Black Tower Bookstore.

"As the imperial daughter of the empire, I naturally have to control the inner thoughts of the people in real time."