The goddesses attempted to gain my salvation.

This guy......

How could so many be produced!

Could it be a weapon made of clay?

Seeing that no one could respond, Marvin proudly looked around and finally fixed his gaze on Tracy.

"Lord Tracy."

"Since no one has a higher production capacity than me, then first place is mine."

"As agreed, I will receive one-third of the first batch of staple food."

"I urge Lord Tracy to fulfill his promise."

Tracy still wore a gentle smile and looked harmless.

He slowly rose, placing one hand on the hilt of the sword. Then, with a clang, he drew it!

The longsword gleamed with a chilling light in the firelight.

Tracy tapped the sword's edge lightly with her finger, producing a crisp and melodious sound.

Tracy's actions startled the six lords present, and Marvin even frowned slightly, placing one hand on the wooden handle of the short axe hanging at his waist.

Could it be that Tracy is planning to back out?

If that's the case, then her reign as city lord is over.

Now is the time for the king selection ceremony. If Tracy makes him unhappy, he could kill her and then join another member of the Thiel family.

They might even receive a considerable reward.

However, Tracy did not take any further action, but instead ordered his men to bring a wooden sword rack.

Then, he placed the longsword on the sword rack.

Once again, he smiled at Marvin.

"Congratulations, Lord Marvin. You have achieved the honor of being number one in production capacity, and you are also the pride of Irkutsk."

"As agreed, I do have to pay one-third of the staple food quota."

"However, before fulfilling my promise, please allow me to send a few light cavalrymen to your town to verify the authenticity of the production capacity."

"If this is true, one-third of the first batch of grain will be immediately sent to your town."

After hearing these words, Marvin's expression softened slightly. He plopped down in a chair, downed the wine in his glass in one gulp, and then, still feeling unsatisfied, lit a cigarette and started smoking.

The not-so-spacious council hall became filled with smoke.

Soon, a troop of light cavalry set off from the gates of Irkutsk and galloped towards the town of Marvin.

We expect to be able to return by sunset.

Marvin's buttocks started to hurt from sitting, and since sitting still was really boring, he put out his pipe.

"Lord Tracy, if there's nothing else, I'll take my leave now."

Tracy said gently, "No rush, no rush."

"The mounts of that light cavalry are all the famous Snow Flying Horses of the Empire. They are of excellent breed and have outstanding endurance. I think they will be back in a short time."

"Lord Marvin, please wait here quietly."

Suddenly, Tracy seemed to remember something.

"If Lord Marvin is really bored, he might as well move around a bit."

"I heard that when Lord Marvin was nine years old, he was able to hunt a fully grown polar bear on the ice plains on his own."

"I really want to see your majesty in person."

Tracy deliberately used an extremely admiring tone, coupled with incredibly precise flattery, which made Marvin very pleased.

He stretched his shoulders, stood up, and flashed a wild laugh.

"Since Lord Tracy has said so, then I'll show you what I've got."

"I just don't know, City Lord, how you wish me to demonstrate?"

Tracy gestured to his men, who brought out many brand-new longswords and threw them on the ground with a clanging sound.

Then, he raised his hand and gestured to the longsword on the sword rack.

"Lord Marvin, this longsword is the standard longsword used by the infantry of the Duchy of Ferrante."

"Although there is normal trade between our Auguston Empire and the Duchy of Ferrante, there is also a competitive relationship between them."

"Everyone outside says that the empire's forging technology is superb. As the lord of a city, I am also very curious to know just how superb this forging technology is."

"And these weapons on the ground were bought from various workshops in the empire, costing a lot of money."

"Lord Marvin, please choose any longsword. Then, see if you can split this sword on the rack in two. It will also help me test the skill level of these workshops."

Chapter 230 They had already walked into the trap.

Upon hearing this, Marvin realized that it was to help test weapons.

Although I was somewhat dissatisfied, I still had to give them face on the surface.

So he grabbed a long sword and swung it around.

His muscles were bulging, and veins stood out on his forehead.

With a loud shout, Marvin used all his strength to swing his longsword down.

A crisp clang rang out!

The longsword on the sword rack trembled slightly, but the longsword in Marvin's hand snapped in two. The flying half nearly slashed the face of the bald, burly man watching the spectacle.

Marvin frowned and glanced at the sword in his hand.

This is a bit embarrassing!

Tracy had been praising him to the skies, but when he swung his sword, the standard longsword on the sword rack didn't even have a nick, while the sword in his hand was shattered by the impact.

"Tsk!"

Marvin clicked his tongue and angrily threw away the broken sword: "This sword is of terrible quality!"

Tracy's smile remained unchanged.

"I see. Then I'll note down the workshop that produced this weapon. But, Lord Marvin, based on your experience, how should I punish this workshop?"

Marvin snorted coldly, his tone revealing disdain.

"If they can forge weapons of this caliber, then there's no need for this workshop to exist. Let's destroy it along with the people; keeping it around would only be a waste of the empire's resources."

Tracy's smile grew even brighter.

"I see, I'll remember that."

"Then, Lord Marvin, please choose another weapon."

Marvin was very careful in his selection this time, examining each sword closely and even tapping them lightly with his fingers.

Finally, after eliminating nearly ten weapons, Marvin chose a longsword that looked pretty good.

This time, I'm sure I can cut through the standard longsword on the sword rack!

Marvin gripped the sword hilt with both hands, raised it high, and glared angrily.

The power accumulated in his arm and then slammed down with a roar that could shatter eardrums!

This sword strike carried an extremely powerful force!

clang!

Another crisp sound!

The longsword on the sword rack had a notch cut into it.

However, the sword in Marvin's hand broke once again.

Marvin was completely stunned.

its not right!

I just checked it, and there's nothing wrong!

My sword-wielding posture just now was also very standard, and the force was sufficient.

Why is it still the same result?

After two consecutive failures, Marvin's reputation is completely ruined.

The bald, burly man watching the spectacle couldn't help but chuckle quietly a few times.

Marvin slammed the broken sword in his hand to the ground.

"Oh shit!"

"What kind of lousy sword is this?!"

Tracy picked up the broken sword from the ground, carefully examining the broken surface while glancing at Marvin out of the corner of her eye.

"Lord Marvin, are you saying that this longsword is also of substandard quality?"

Marvin gritted his teeth: "That's right!"

"This sword looks fine, and it sounds good when you tap it. But that's all just a deception to fool others."

"This sword simply doesn't have enough resilience!"

Tracy put down the broken sword and looked at Marvin seriously.

"Then, Lord Marvin, what do you intend to do with the workshop that made this longsword?"

"How to deal with it?"

A cold glint flashed in Marvin's eyes: "The forging skills in this workshop are indeed excellent, but that's precisely why they're even more hateful!"

"The artisans in this workshop did this on purpose. They not only wasted the empire's resources, but also endangered the soldiers fighting on the front lines."

"Workshops and artisans like these should be chopped up and fed to wolves!"