After mastering the resurrection technique, they begged me to extend their lives.

Chapter 70 Armed Creation: Falcon Knight

The sinister aura sent a chill down An Xiao's spine.

But he didn't linger. He simply led Hela and the little fox toward the blacksmith's shop, hurrying to finish what he needed to do.

"A lot of strange things have been happening in Stardust Harbor lately."

Hela was deeply moved.

She also saw the saintess casting a spell.

Although not as direct as An Xiao's gaze of creation, the overwhelming yin energy was still perceptible.

"Have you, Miss Hela, as a traveling mage, ever visited Galatea?"

An Xiao inquired.

"Ah—I did go once. But I left very quickly."

As if recalling something unpleasant, Hela shook her head slightly: "My mentor often said that the more you interact with spellcasters from different countries, the more you can broaden your horizons."

"And Galatia has a lot of clergy, most of whom are monks and are proficient in white magic."

"Someone like me, skilled in elemental magic, would not only find myself unable to connect with them, but would also be looked down upon by them—"

"what?"

Hearing this, An Xiao was a little confused.

"Elemental magic, dark magic, and white magic are all magic, so why are they classified into different levels?"

"Perhaps Galatin's confidence stems from the fact that the old pope of the last century once successfully cast the tenth-circle spell, Wish of All Beings—he was able to absorb a large amount of believers' wishes into the idol for energy storage, the intensity of which depended on the degree of piety."

Sophia, the Archmage Queen of Terraria, currently has a maximum level of 9th-circle spells—a step below the Pope in terms of the number of circles.

So even though the old pope had long since passed away, the people of Galatia remained arrogant and treated travelers like me with the same disdain as they would in other places.

Hela adjusted her witch's hat and said helplessly.

"So that's why you like traveling to Aleiente and Stardust Harbor?"

"—Yes, that's right."

"Aha!"

Seeing that the witch made no attempt to hide her true feelings, the little fox, a local, beamed with delight. "See? My hometown is truly a place of simple and honest people, isn't it? Stardust Harbor is inclusive and diverse; all races can live here, and there's never any discrimination!"

"really."

"In other places, mages have a much higher status than ordinary people. Even among professionals, compared to warriors and hunters, their income is much higher than that of mages, and the difference is huge."

"Only Galatine is now pursuing the idea that whoever is more sacred will be respected more."

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An Xiao seemed to be deep in thought.

Clearly, the nun from earlier was someone who attracted a lot of attention.

After all, to be dispatched by the archbishop to travel the world preaching and performing rituals for the deceased, the person who is equivalent to her is probably the same as Miss Fiora of the Aleient Empire.

The Saintess is the face of Galatia, while the Falcon Knight is the Empire's diplomat, combining both military prowess and wisdom.

It seems that every place has its own dedicated external propaganda apparatus.

An Xiao thought to herself.

Before I knew it, I had walked a long way.

As the "ding-ding" sound approached, the blacksmith's courtyard came into view.

This is the shop opened by the dwarf Bronzebeard, and it has the best reputation in the entire Stardust Harbor area, far ahead of the competition.

Before they even entered, they saw a large, pure white falcon with a wide wingspan slowly take off from the depths of the courtyard.

A tall, slender woman with long, blue hair gently held the reins.

She carried a long spear on her back and wore what appeared to be the uniform of the Aleient Empire's legions, with an insignia pinned to her chest that was obscured.

At the courtyard gate, the old woman of the dwarf Bronzebeard, a pink-haired dwarf, waved her small hand towards the sky and loudly bid him farewell, "Come again next time, Miss Fiora! Our shop is absolutely unmatched by the Imperial blacksmiths when it comes to weapon maintenance! Only this old man can properly maintain your meteor spear! Hehe, have a safe journey!"

The dwarf had a huge voice; you could hear every word clearly from quite a distance.

."

An Xiao looked up at the sky and vaguely recalled that the Lion Knights of the Alevant Empire seemed to have some connection with the dwarves.

The griffins of the entire continent of Vayne originated from the Wildhammer Mountains, home to the dwarven clan.

The dwarves there not only know how to raise griffins, but can also train them into fully grown forms capable of carrying knights on missions. It's likely there's some kind of trade between them and the Empire's Third Cloud March.

With that thought in mind, he walked straight into the courtyard.

Upon seeing the new guest, the female dwarf immediately focused her attention on An Xiao, waving her chubby little hands and saying, "Hello, young man. A new face? You're really handsome."

"Hello, I'd like to deal with some valuable materials," An Xiao stated her purpose directly.

"Precious materials?"

Hearing this, the female dwarf perked up and quickly moved closer, examining the large coffin on An Xiao's back from head to toe, pondering, "Is it this thing?"

"No, it's pterosaur teeth, as well as its skin and scales."

"Huh? A pterosaur?"

I heard certain keywords.

Not only was the dwarf slightly taken aback.

Even the blacksmith with the thick beard and copper whiskers in front of the furnace suddenly fixed his gaze on the metal.

Immediately, the couple, in a rather tacit understanding, looked up at the sky simultaneously.

After confirming that Fiora had gone far away, he glanced at An Xiao.

He asked, "Where did you get these things?"

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An Xiao was surprised for a few seconds.

They immediately realized that their goods seemed to be of a higher concern.

It should be noted that within a radius of a hundred miles, only the Empire's dragon knights possessed such a mount as a pterosaur.

Although the Octarus Orc Kingdom also kept some, it was thousands of miles away from Aleont, so it was impossible for a wild one to appear near Stardust Harbor.

The only explanation is that a dragon rider apparently perished in the Radel Jungle some time ago.

"Cough, cough."

Copperbeard noticed his worry and immediately added, "Kid, don't panic."

"We are in Stardust Harbor, an extremely free city."

"And judging from the Miss Hoshimi who accompanied you, I can guess in a second that you are the young man who was forcibly protected a while ago."

"So whether you bring pterosaur hide or true dragon blood, we dwarves, adhering to the principle of 'customer first,' will definitely forge whatever you desire. Do you understand?"

"You must understand that any material, regardless of its origin, is just material. And materials are, of course, innocent."

The dwarf Bronzebeard spoke earnestly.

He put down the hammer and hopped over, intending to take a closer look at whether what An Xiao was talking about was genuine or a fake.

He had seen many guests like An Xiao over the years.

He's always shouting things like, "I found a dragon scale!", "I fished up an arm of an ancient giant!", "This looks like a thunderbird feather!", "This is the penis of the Bull Demon God of the Tianhua Spirit Kingdom!"

There are countless similar cases.

In the end, it turned out to be all junk materials, making it a laughing stock.

Therefore, Copperbeard did not believe that An Xiao, a mere level 20 kid, could actually get his hands on a pterosaur's wings.

He approached with a "I'll see what's wrong with you" attitude.

"clear."

Now that An Xiao had confirmed Fiora had gone, she nodded and stated her plan: "Regarding the Wyvern Fang material, I hope you can craft a pair of daggers for me, preferably with enchantments. As for the leather, I need a set of close-fitting, lightweight armor that can withstand low-level magical attacks."

"no problem."

"And I also have some tattered plate armor from a dead wyvern rider; I hope you can help me repair it. Oh, right here—"

"--no?"

The dwarf watched as An Xiao took out one forbidden item after another from her ring—

Especially the last one —

Her expression immediately changed, and she quickly covered his hand, lowering her voice to say, "Kid, you really killed a dragon rider?!"

"—?"

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"Quickly grind off this imperial emblem!"

The dwarf spoke quickly, "As someone who's been there, let me remind you: wherever you go to do business in the future, you must conceal anything that could represent your official identity. After all, to be frank, the freedom of Stardust Harbor might not be enough to stop the retaliation of Dragon Knight General Volta."

Before he could finish speaking...

above the sky.

The white falcon, possessing the "Dawn's Eye" ability, seemed to sense a familiar threat and suddenly looked down.

My vision pierced through the clouds in an instant.

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