Lord of Glory

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"Master craftsman, what do you think of this?" While Paladin was supervising the swordsmiths to engrave the runes, the nearest swordsmith immediately lowered his voice and shouted. He was sweating profusely and couldn't care less about the sweat. Wearing gloves, he carefully handed Paladin a short wand that he had carved with great effort. "Huh? Have you finished engraving? It's so fast."

Paladin took the wand with some surprise and looked up and down at the runes on the wand. It is a very common construction of amplifying runes and transformation runes. He simply said perfunctorily: "Have you enchanted it?" "Well! Master Craftsman might as well give it a try to see the power of this wand."

Without thinking much, Paladin took up his element and shook it with his hand, and saw the runes on the wand immediately light up. The magic power passed through the runes very smoothly, and instantly condensed into a suspended golden sword on the wand! "Huh?" Paladin, who was slightly startled, yelled softly. The swordsmiths who were carving runes immediately stopped what they were doing and subconsciously turned their heads to look. At the same time, when they saw the magic sword on the wand, everyone let out another low cry.

"The magic sword requires very little magic power. The runes are smooth and the condensed magic sword is also very strong. There is no looseness or collapse of the structure. Not bad!" A very surprised Paladin couldn't help but praise. Don't stop talking. Obviously, although it is easy for him to draw the magic of a magic sword on a wand, it is a talent for a priest to be able to do it without experience and no one to guide him.

"What wand material did you use?" Paladin waved his hand. Cut off the corner of the table next to it. But the magic sword is still very stable. Paladin, who had some understanding, played with his wand. He asked without looking back. Upon hearing this, the latter immediately said excitedly: "Oak, this is a wand made of oak. There are also runes engraved on beetle powder mixed with holy water." "No more?" "No more."

Paladin was surprised just now, but now he is shocked! Oak, anyone who knows some basic magic, even if they are not a mage, understands that oak's affinity for magic is very weak. The level of weakness is even comparable to that of iron armor! So to make a wand out of oak, you either have to be an idiot or a pretentious genius. Obviously, this person is the latter. Paladin finally lowered his wand. Look at this young man again.

He is only about eighteen years old, with brown imperial hair, a somewhat honest face, and a wide chin. If such a person does not wear divine robes. I thought he was a working farmer. But such an outstanding work came from the hands of such a person. For most people, it is simply unimaginable. Naturally, Paladin is not most people. He has always been deeply disdainful of judging people by their appearance. A person's quality and ability do not depend on the composition of his skin and flesh, but on the composition of his brain. It is precisely the brain that cannot be seen or touched. Most people will ignore it.

"What's your name? Have you ever studied alchemy before?" Paladin asked with a smile. This loyal man immediately stood up excitedly, flapping his robe up and down, and said nervously: "Me. My name is Wagner. I am a native of the Empire. I used to be a bard, and later became a priest. Never studied alchemy."

"Well, Wagner. What a sacred name." Paladin nodded, saying this meaningfully. Wagner, and his Paladin. To a certain extent, they all represent the meaning of holiness. The difference is that the former are mostly just and brave, while the latter are kind and humble. But the name is just a code name. Paladin himself has never felt that he has anything to do with this name.

Just when Paladin had thousands of thoughts running through his mind. A low-pitched call came: "Master Craftsman. The director is looking for you. Come with me to see him." I saw a man with an obscene beard and an executive hood walking from the leading door. Walked down the door steps. She came to him with a flattering and disgusting smile on her face and said this. Paladin nodded in disbelief. Picked up his improved four-layer hand crossbow and a weird round lens from the side. Just as he was about to leave with the executive officer, Paladin suddenly hesitated slightly, turned around, took the wand engraved by Wagner, and held it in his hand.

He didn't even look at Wagner's expression of excitement, as if in a dream. He was obviously jealous of the sword makers next to him. He raised his voice slightly and said: "From now on, Wagner will be in charge of this department. If there are any good imprints, or some novel ideas and achievements, please give them to Wagner first, and then he will hand them over to me." He said this loudly. , Paladin gently patted the shoulder of Wagner who almost jumped up with joy. Unlike a young man in his twenties, Paladin said earnestly: "Do it well."

After that, follow the still flattering executive up the stairs next to the door. After opening the enchantment ritual, go to the Inquisition Hall upstairs. As soon as Paladin's figure disappeared from the door wall, a burst of excited murmurs and congratulations immediately followed one after another. Everyone was jealous. This guy not only relied on his luck to win the favor of Master Craftsman, but also became their boss. What's even more annoying is that the master craftsman actually took away the props made by Wagner!

Through these days of contact, they all know that every time the director calls Master Craftsman, he is going to test the results of this period of time. And without exception, the props that can be brought by the Master Craftsman are all the best. This is not only an indirect recognition of his potential by the craftsman, but also a good opportunity to get into the eyes of the director! Can these guys who are flattering on the surface not be jealous in their hearts?

Paladin, who didn't know and didn't want to know all this, followed the executive officer up several floors. When the passing officers and judges saw Paladin, they bowed their heads very respectfully and called out: "Master Craftsman."

This is respect and recognition. In the past two months, the Night Owl Club has not only failed to calm down, but has become more and more rampant. Undead incidents in various places have also increased dramatically. Their originally relatively clear tasks suddenly became arduous. And because of the props and weapons made by Paladin, the executives who came back after catching the dark wizard were full of praise. Claiming that without the craftsman’s tools, they would most likely have died there and their souls would have returned to the divine kingdom of Enos.

Such news reached the ears of Director Oxwell. In addition, the death rate of personnel during this period was also much lower, and more and more dark wizards were successfully captured. He, who was originally scolded by the Pope, began to be praised by His Majesty the Pope in public. He was even given the honorary title of Leader of Heroes. During this period, the attitude of Oaksville, and even the entire tribunal, towards Paladin was naturally getting better and better.

Undoubtedly, Paladin has now become the most powerful person behind Vice President Corleone.

Hearing the knock on the door, Paladin ignored the executive who left and waited quietly in front of Oaksville's office door. There was a muffled sound and the door opened. A cheerful Oxwell was sitting in front of the table. When he saw Paladin, he immediately laughed, stood up and made the sign of the cross on his chest: "May Enos bless you, my good friend."

Paladin smiled slightly and followed the etiquette of this tribunal. He walked in and placed the improved hand crossbow, lenses and wand on the table. Director Oxwell also looked forward to sitting back down again, waiting for Paladin's introduction and explanation. Obviously, through this period of contact, Oxwell began to trust Paladin from his original wariness.

Eighteen dark wizards were captured in two months! This amount is the sum of the past one or even two years! Half of the credit for all this must be attributed to the ordinary-looking young man in front of him. He even began to feel lucky that he didn't listen to Henry and send this guy to the trial hall. He is so foresighted! (..)

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