Imperial Crown.

Chapter 115 Eight-sided Han Sword
"Sorry." Facing Nancy's expectant eyes, Raven could only smile apologetically and said loudly: "Wait for me, I'll be there soon."

The Riverside Workshop can be said to be the industrial heart of the entire Eagle Territory. Raven couldn't help but pay attention to it. After he finished speaking, he stood up and walked out the door.

Nancy also knew the importance of the Riverside Workshop, but she still felt a little dissatisfied. She looked at Raven's back, pouted, and pounded her fist on the desk: "Hateful!"

As he walked out of the room, Raven saw Poirot.

After not seeing him for a few months, this former chef, now an "engineer", has changed a bit. His overall temperament has become more capable, with less of the slickness of a veteran and more of a sense of responsibility.

He looked quite anxious, as if the entire workshop would be blown up if he didn't get there. After saluting, he hurriedly told Raven the whole story.

After learning the whole story, Raven felt a little amused and helpless.

The ones causing the trouble were the gray dwarves.

It was only a matter of time before these noisy guys caused trouble, but Raven didn't expect it to happen so soon.

They have only been in the workshop for over three days!

Just after Raven gave the order to forge swords with star iron as the main material, the gray dwarves, who totaled only seventeen, split into two factions.

One group, led by Bowell, felt that since the sword was being forged for the Baron, it had to be perfect and luxurious, so that people could tell at first glance that it was a treasure used by aristocrats.

One faction, led by Sohei, believed that since the sword was made of precious mineral such as star iron, the material and the craftsmanship of the gray dwarves must not be wasted. It must be made into a sharp sword that could be passed down from generation to generation. A fancy appearance would only affect the performance.

The simple quarrel soon turned into a "battle of ideas". Neither side was willing to give in. At the beginning, it was just a fistfight, but this morning it turned into an armed fight. Unfortunately, the people guarding the riverside workshop were all new recruits, and they were unable to stop it, so they had to let Poirot ask Raven for help.

Even though he was prepared, Raven was still shocked when he arrived at the workshop.

"Good guy!"

This is no longer a workshop; it has clearly become a battlefield, with all kinds of tools being used as weapons in the hands of the gray dwarves.

They wielded wrenches, hammers, and fire tongs with great vigor and majesty. They used bucket lids as shields. There were even some very "smart" gray dwarves who used molten iron as long-range weapons, throwing them all over the ground. The air was filled with smoke.

Fortunately, the workshop was built of stone for fire prevention purposes, otherwise who knows what would have happened if it had been burned!
"Stop it all!"

Raven shouted, and just like the director yelled "cut", the gray dwarves' movements suddenly stiffened, and all kinds of tools fell to the ground with a crackling sound.

Then it started howling and running around, as if it wanted to hide itself.

These gray dwarves have really good physiques. Even though they were fighting each other and had many pliers and hammers bent, they were still in good spirits. Their short legs moved vigorously, and some even jumped over a meter high and dived headfirst into the water tank.

Yes, based on the temper and personality of these gray dwarves, if they didn’t have this kind of physique, they would have been wiped out long ago!
Raven's brows were throbbing with blood vessels. "All the gray dwarves, gather in front of me. If I don't see you within thirty seconds, never show up again!"

In less than thirty seconds, just over twenty seconds, these gray dwarves stood in front of Raven, their backs straight, their faces filled with harmless smiles.

Only Bowell and Sohei were staring at each other without giving in.

If we try to distinguish which faction bears the main responsibility, it will probably be a mess and we may not be able to tell it apart even after dark.

However, the advantage of being in a higher position is that you can act capriciously at any time. If you can't tell the difference, then don't tell it. Raven immediately ordered: "This time, all the gray dwarves are not allowed to drink for a month! And the service period for the Griffith family will be extended by 20 years!"

"No rebuttal, no quibbling allowed. If you do it again next time, the punishment will be doubled!"

This immediately shut up the gray dwarves' mouths as they wanted to start chattering.

Raven's eyes swept over Sohei and Bowell: "Don't you two have your own opinions?"

Hearing this, the two gray dwarves' eyes lit up, but before they could speak, Raven said, "I don't want to hear the quarrel. Give me your designs on the blueprint."

Bowell stood on tiptoe and coughed, then took out a piece of parchment from his arms. Sohei immediately lost his temper and began to look for paper and pen.

After taking the design from Bowell, Raven only took a look at it and his eyelids began to twitch.

All I can say is that there is a reason why the gray dwarves’ artwork is not well-known.

This aesthetic style is...too exaggerated.

The 1.2-meter-long sword will not only have its hilt plated with gold and carved with patterns, but will also be inlaid with three gemstones, two eagles will be carved on the hilt, and the sword spine will even have a hollow design. It is planned to be inlaid with more than 300 small diamonds, and even the accompanying scabbard will be inlaid with gold and silver.

The exaggerated style of the previous life's Yidao 998 seems a bit conservative in front of it.

At the same time, Sohei handed over a piece of parchment without saying a word.

Although it was completed in a hurry, Biberwell's design still looks much more pleasing to the eye. However, Raven's sword looks like the standard knight's sword commonly used on the continent, without any special features.

Raven sighed, "I'll talk, Boweier, you take notes."

As a jewelry designer, Bowell was very accurate in his writing. While Raven was describing, he was drawing and correcting.

When the design was completed, Sohei and Bowell looked at each other and saw confusion in each other's eyes.

Because the design was too strange for them.

The hilt is 15 centimeters long, wrapped with a black leather rope and a red thread. The hilt is short and thick, and the blade is 80 centimeters long. It is wide and thick as a whole, but has eight full casting surfaces. If it is not sharpened, the overall image is more like a strange iron stick than a sword.

A line of words is engraved on the sword's spine: The best in the world.

Of course they wouldn't recognize it, because this was the "Eight-sided Han Sword" from Raven's previous life.

Simple and upright.

It fully demonstrates the simple and grand oriental aesthetic charm.

"Just follow my plan." Raven said without room for argument. "If you dare to give me any extra effort, you will know the consequences!"

Raven didn't want to be a tyrant, but each monkey had its own way of tying up, and to deal with these gray dwarves, he had to use tough measures.

After finishing things here, it was already evening when we returned to Eagle Castle.

At the city gate, Volaf, who had just finished training, was already waiting with a team of personal soldiers. When they saw Raven, they all saluted:
"Lord Baron!"

Raven nodded in return and walked inside.

Volav, along with Otto and a personal soldier named "Weid", followed voluntarily, while the rest of the personal soldiers returned to their posts.

After the bloody battle on Highlands, excluding the seriously injured and retired soldiers, there were still 26 people in the Eagle Army. Now they are integrated with the personal guards to form a new personal guard battalion.

There were a total of forty-five people, with Simon as the head and five people who were good at horse riding forming a scout team. The remaining forty people were divided into four teams. Now three teams were stationed in the military camp, and the remaining team was Volaf and others.

Walking inside, Raven instructed Volaf: "Starting tomorrow morning, two people will take turns to lead people to the dungeon."

Volaf's eyes lit up: "My Lord Baron, you mean..."

Raven glanced at him and Volav immediately shut his mouth, but there was still excitement in his eyes.

Nothing happened that night. The next morning, Raven woke up from his meditation and sighed.

No wonder magicians are rarer than knights. The speed at which magic power increases is much slower than the speed at which the knights' fighting spirit increases.

After a great battle, the fighting spirit strength and size of all the surviving extraordinary people under Raven, from Eric to Link, Simon and Volaf, have been significantly improved, but Raven's magic power can only grow step by step.

At the current rate, even if one maintains the pace of absorbing magic cores and expanding the magic power limit, it will take at least half a year to be able to advance to the second level.

Before officially coming into contact with the Hand of Death Cult, it would be difficult to improve your strength.

During breakfast, Raven received a protesting look from Old Gordon, who obviously knew about Raven's plan to erect a monument.

However, Old Gordon did not object. Instead, he allocated a considerable amount of materials and even took the initiative to mobilize manpower to use fire to bake the land outside Eagle Fort and to dig earth so that construction work could begin at any time.

This is the advantage of having a competent housekeeper at home. Regardless of whether there is a consensus or not, he will execute orders and considerately help his master to find out what is lacking and fill in the gaps.

The fire was blazing outside, and the work inside was also in full swing.

Low roars were heard one after another from the dungeon.

Raven is using magic cores to strengthen his personal soldiers. Now, the first batch of two people have completed the strengthening.

"You two, come together!" Volaf took off his clothes, revealing his strong physique, and hooked his finger at the two soldiers who had just been strengthened.

Otto and Vider looked at each other, roared at the same time, and rushed towards Volaf together.

Although the action seemed reckless, the two men cooperated very well. When they rushed in front of Volav, they suddenly separated, one went to the left and the other to the right, and at the same time punched Volav's ribs.

Volaf pushed his fists, which were originally folded at his waist, outwards. With two crisp sounds, the four fists collided with each other, his muscles trembled, and sweat was squeezed out of his pores and turned into puffs of water mist.

Otto and Wade were each forced to take a step back by the force. Volaf had clearly endured the attacks from two people at the same time, but he recovered his breath first. He stepped forward, twisted his waist and pounced on Otto on his left, and covered Otto's head with his broad arms like a shield.

Even though he didn't use his fighting spirit, his first-level extraordinary physique was still strong after being strengthened by the magic core. Just one slap brought up a gust of wind pressure, and even if Otto raised his arms to block it, his hair on his forehead was still blown away.

Just as the slap was about to fall, Vader leaned down, swept his leg and pushed away the dust on the ground, hitting Volaf's ankle with a bang.

This force was not enough to shake Volav's steady steps, but it caused his movements to slow down slightly.

It was during this gap that Otto seized the opportunity, raised his hands, and took the initiative to grab Volaf's wrist. Although his knees were slightly bent by the force, he also relieved the force. Then he leaned forward, and used his arms to push Volaf's right hand back inward little by little!

At the same time, Weider also jumped up from the ground with his legs, hugged Volav's right hand with both hands, and inserted one foot between Volav's legs!

For a moment, the three of them were stuck in this weird posture!

But the stalemate did not last long.

"Ah--"

Volav let out a long breath, and his muscles suddenly swelled up, even outlining the outline of the muscle fibers under the skin.

Otto and Wade on both sides gritted their teeth and used all their strength, but they could only watch as Volaf's arm gradually broke free from his control.

With two bangs, Volaf finally pulled his hand free. Otto and Wade rolled to the sides without any strength, but they just rolled and stood up immediately without any injuries.

"Lord Baron, your enhancement is so effective." Volaf wiped the sweat from his forehead: "With their current strength, ordinary soldiers can't stop them unless they are first-level extraordinary!"

Raven nodded with satisfaction. He had seen everything that had just happened and felt quite relieved.

Perhaps because they had gone through the baptism of brutal battlefields, this group of Eagle Army soldiers had a stronger tolerance to magic core energy than Volaf and his men before. Each of them could withstand the energy of about 1.4 first-level magic cores, and the degree of improvement was relatively greater.

Even for Volaf, who had been strengthened by Raven, it was quite difficult to deal with two people at the same time without using his fighting spirit, let alone an ordinary extraordinary person who had not been strengthened.

Even if they use fighting spirit and are fully armed, five reinforced personal soldiers can completely suppress or even kill a first-level transcendent.

If Raven were to take this group of strengthened soldiers to the Bloody Highlands again, he wouldn't even have to resort to any schemes or tricks. He could confront Heleti head-on with at least a 60% chance of victory!

Raven spent the entire day strengthening his soldiers.

Time is running out. After strengthening the personal guard brigade, we need to strengthen another batch of war horses.

Although the half-demonized warhorse is not as strong as the blood-eyed warhorse, its endurance and speed are far superior to ordinary warhorses.

On the battlefield, mobility means initiative, which means being able to advance or retreat, and being able to freely choose the time to engage in battle or to withdraw.

Nearly fifty half-demonized war horses would definitely attract other people's attention if they really acted together.

However, Raven had already thought of a solution and had announced to the public that he had brought back a batch of "specialties" from the Bloody Highlands, named "Claw Yellow Flying Lightning".

No matter who asks, Raven will say that it was seized from Helaiti. As for whether everyone believes it or not, just go and ask Helaiti.

Anyway, it has nothing to do with Raven himself.

Compared to Raven's busyness, Nancy was much more idle, to the point of being bored. However, except for Raven, no one in the entire Eagle Castle, whether male or female, caught her eye.

As a magician, Nancy was also aware of the importance of magic experiments, so when her attempts to convey the message through Jenny failed, she went to Raven's study.

She originally wanted to "retaliate" against Raven for ignoring her, but when she really saw those books, she couldn't bring herself to do it. There was nothing to do if she left, so she just picked up a copy of "The Path of the Mage" and started reading.

The more she read the book, the more boring it became. Her eyelids kept drooping. After an unknown amount of time, Nancy's eyes went dark and she fell asleep.

When Raven returned to the study, he was stunned for a moment, and then he couldn't help laughing.

Nancy's petite body was lying on the desk, her hands under her head and her ponytail thrown behind her head.

I don’t know how long I have slept. A slightly red mark has been pressed on my already rosy face. The hair on my forehead and cheeks is messy, my eyelashes are trembling slightly, and my lips are moist and shiny.

Raven suddenly recalled the girl sitting in front of him who was sleeping soundly during his student days in his previous life. She was just as young, beautiful, petite and cute.

Resisting the urge to pull her braid, Raven put his finger to his mouth to stop Patty from speaking behind him, took off his cloak and put it on Nancy, carefully took two books, left the study and returned to his bedroom.

It was not until late at night that Nancy opened her eyes drowsily. Looking at the dark room, she felt inexplicably lost.

With a bang, something fell to the ground. Nancy reached out and picked it up. She was stunned for a moment, first showing a sweet smile, and then the corners of her mouth curved down: "Really, since you are here, why don't you wake me up..."

Raven in the bedroom sneezed violently.

The moon sets and the sun rises, and Eagle Territory welcomes a sunny day.

In the morning, shortly after breakfast, Raven changed into the dress he had not worn for a long time.

In front of Eagle Castle, they were waiting for the arrival of the Slater family's envoy.

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(End of this chapter)