Chapter 106: The Weapon Takes Shape

After concluding the important matters, Wright dispelled the silencing spell. He pulled out a few bottles of blue potion from his pocket and handed them to the Triarch.

"This is a magical potion I've concocted, called 'Might'.Triarch, you should try it when you return."

"Oh! I've heard of this. Quite a treasure! I'll gladly accept it, haha!"

"Lord Wright, have you prepared a thousand bottles of Might yet? I've brought enough coin to make the purchase," a merchant asked eagerly, rubbing his hands together.

Wright replied, "Of course. The goods are upstairs. Have your servants carry them down. But keep in mind, when you sell them, remind your customers: no more than two bottles a day. Anything beyond that could lead to serious problems."

"I understand!"

"Such an excellent product, one bottle is more than enough!"

"Haha!" The men present burst into laughter.

"Lord Wright, may I have a bottle as well?" Red Priestess Melisandre suddenly spoke.

The room fell silent. All eyes turned to the priestess of R'hllor.

Wright's expression grew serious as he looked into Melisandre's captivating eyes. "It's not that I won't give it to you, but this potion is only effective for men."

Melisandre smiled faintly, leaning forward. Her cloak slipped off her shoulders, revealing an alluring neckline adorned with a gold necklace. The ruby pendant on the chain slid into the curve of her chest.

In a soft, seductive tone, she said, "I merely wish to witness the magic behind such an alchemical creation."

The men in the room crossed their legs and looked away, hastily shifting the conversation to other topics. As locals, they knew better than to provoke a Red Priestess, lest they end up burned alive in a sacrificial ritual.

Wright handed Melisandre a bottle, using the opportunity to discreetly probe her with his magic. Her power was weaker than Renly's but supplemented by unique rituals from the R'hllor faith. Her magic constantly converted into faint flames within her body, explaining how she could endure the cold of the North wearing only a single robe. However, from Wright's perspective, such internal combustion resembled self-inflicted destruction, a subject worthy of further study.

"You're interested in my magic?" Wright asked.

Melisandre replied, "The tales of Braavos have spread far and wide. Naturally, I'm curious if they are true."

Lacking the ability to detect magic herself, she relied on rumors and was skeptical. Wright's presence near the ruins of Valyria, where he was employing slaves to excavate, presented her with a rare chance to investigate personally.

Wright stood and addressed the group. "As it happens, I plan to use magic today to smelt Valyrian steel. Would anyone care to watch?"

If they wanted to observe, Wright decided to give them a show. Smelting reclaimed Valyrian steel could be done without magic, as a handful of artisans in Essos still knew this closely guarded craft. But to create something entirely new, magic was indispensable. His magical process, however, would remain inscrutable to the onlookers.

The group followed him to a forge that had been modified in the camp.

Nymeria approached with a cloth sack. Untying the knot, she dumped a pile of armor fragments onto the ground with a clatter. Tyene also carried a bundle, which she opened to reveal two daggers and an axe, tossing them onto the pile of armor.

"This," Wright began, "is a full set of male Valyrian steel armor, along with two daggers and an axe. I will melt them down shortly to craft a custom set of armor, a spear, and a dagger for my wife."

"Valyrian steel armor!"

"This!"

"My gods!"

Even the wealthy slave owners of Volantis had never seen such a massive collection of Valyrian steel products. Blac kwall might possess some, but no one had ever heard of or seen anything like this. It was a fortune beyond imagination, and Wright was about to melt it down. The crowd's estimation of his wealth rose significantly.

This was exactly the reaction Wright had been hoping for. Hearing their astonishment, Wright began to undress. The heat of the forge was unbearable, and given that he would be using fire magic the entire time, it was better to strip off his clothes rather than soak them with sweat.

He handed his clothes to Nymeria and said, "You might want to step back a bit; the temperature is going to rise."

"Okay, okay," Nymeria and Tyene moved further away. They knew Wright wouldn't say something like this without good reason when it came to magic.

The rest of the crowd, eager to witness the smelting of Valyrian steel, stayed close, grinning widely. Only Melisandre remained unmoved, still standing in her place.

Wright ignored them, knowing they would back off as the heat intensified. The forge had already been lit by the blacksmiths, who now stepped aside to watch from a distance.

Wright tossed the armor into the crucible and opened the furnace. A gust of heat surged outward.

Wright's magical energy swirled around him as he activated the Flame Cloak spell. When activated, the cloak enveloped his body in flames and increased his resistance to heat.

A gasp ran through the crowd. Even Melisandre's red eyes widened in surprise.

Wright's hands erupted in flames as he used Flame spell, continuously spraying magic fire into the furnace to raise the temperature. Before long, the armor began to melt.

Now a man of fire, Wright grabbed a few weapons from the ground and threw them into the crucible, continuing to release Fire to raise the heat. The temperature around the furnace grew so intense that the crowd had no choice but to step back. Melisandre, however, remained unaffected, her calm demeanor making her stand out even more. The others, noticing that she wasn't sweating, began to reconsider their impressions of her.

In a short while, the armor and weapons had all melted into a molten, golden-red liquid.

Wright's "Magic Hand" radiated a pale white glow as it emerged from his hand and enveloped the crucible, pulling it out of the furnace. His other hand also emitted the pale light, shaping molds of various forms. The golden-red liquid was poured into the molds, solidifying into rough bars or plates.

Once cooled and shaped, Wright began the repetitive process of folding and forging, placing the Valyrian steel ingots onto the anvil. Instead of using a hammer, Wright shaped them using his "Magic Hand", which condensed into the desired form with a strong force.

Wright, shirtless, hammered the steel with his magical strength, his back muscles rhythmically rippling with each movement.

Tyene turned her head, noticing one of the maidservants with a water bottle. The maid ran over to take it, quickly returned to Nymeria's side, and secretly opened a bottle of "Might",pouring it into the bottle before gripping Nymeria's hand and watching Wright's muscular back intently.

The "Magic Hand" was incredibly convenient, able to change shape according to Wright's needs. With his immense strength, it was like having a multifunctional tool always at his disposal.

Wright worked swiftly, continually forging and tempering the metal. In time, the rough shapes were done, and Wright's forging level finally reached 100.

The first finished item was a dagger for Tyene. Wright modeled it after Lady Talia Dagger from the World of Warcraft universe. The dagger was mostly made of Valyrian steel, with an ashen gray hue. The hilt and pommel were adorned with intricate floral patterns, which were also on the blade guard. The floral designs were transformed into a golden color.

There was also a hollow section. Wright modified the ring into an oval shape, adding two clasps on the side to fit a poison vial perfectly. Inside the blade of the dagger, there were tiny channels that, with a slight application of magic, would allow the poison to flow into the blood groove on the blade.

Wright handed the dagger to Tyene. "Try it and see how it feels. The poison vial fits in the middle and can be activated with magic. If there's any problem, we can still make adjustments."

Tyene took the dagger and swung it a few times. Wright saw her pull out another bottle of Might from somewhere, fiddling with it before securing it into the hollow part of the dagger. With a slight use of magic, blue liquid began to flow from the blood groove and drip onto the ground.

"The pain of being stabbed by this dagger... it would be worse than death!" some of the men murmured to each other.

Tyene was pleased. "This is great!"

"I'm glad you like it. Now I'll sharpen it," Wright replied as he took back the dagger. Sharpening at such a high level required continuous magical energy to be channeled into the weapon, so Wright was now preparing to elevate this dagger to legendary quality.

The grinding wheel screeched loudly, and magical light flickered constantly. Soon enough, the sharpening was complete. He handed the dagger back to Tyene.

"Now, give this dagger a name."

Tyene took the dagger and found a nearby iron shovel. She plunged the dagger into it with ease, effortlessly piercing it through.

"I'll call it Tyene's Dagger!" After saying that, Tyene leapt into Wright's arms and hugged him.

"Get down first; I still need to make armor and weapons for Nymeria!" Wright patted Tyene's back, signaling her to let go. Dornish women were bold, willing to embrace Wright even in front of so many people. This would never happen with the noble women of Westeros, and Wright found himself liking both of them more and more.

Tyene stepped back, and the crowd witnessed the entire process of the creation of a new Valyrian weapon. They showered her with blessings as she handed the dagger around for everyone to admire.

Nymeria's spear still had three sections. This time, the joints between the segments were more intricately designed. By gripping the middle section and releasing the mechanism, the spear would extend into its full length. However, unlike the previous spear, the segments could not be separated. The spearhead had intricate designs etched into the blade, and there were three sets of backward-facing barbs behind it.

Due to a lack of materials, the shaft was hollow, producing a distinct sound with every clash. The entire spear was made from Valyrian steel, and Nymeria, being a practical person, preferred a weapon without unnecessary embellishments.

The armor was crafted to fit her body perfectly, with space left for her to wear warm clothing underneath. The plate armor was a smoky gray color and looked quite menacing. On the chest, there was a skull symbol over the heart, and the jawbone of Euron was melted into the shoulder, with a fierce beast head design on the left shoulder and short spikes on the right shoulder. Wright also brought the armor and spear to legendary quality.

"Nymeria, come and try it on," Wright called out. The armor was designed to be easy to put on and secure, requiring only one servant to assist, but for now, Wright had to do it himself.

Before long, Nymeria was dressed in her armor and holding her spear. The crowd was rendered speechless, filled with envy, jealousy, and a sense of longing, wondering why Wright wasn't their own.

Wright walked around Nymeria, inspecting the fit. "You can add a belt to your waist, hang a couple of small pouches, and even attach a flag. You can also add a cloak to the back. Let's give your weapon a name!"

In Westeros, it was customary to name weapons, though armor rarely received names.

Nymeria thought for a moment. "The sound of the spear clashing reminds me of the call of a white crow, so I'll name it White Crow."