Western Fantasy: I can write unlimited entries

Ron didn't stay long, expressed his condolences as a friend and left.

Before leaving, he also approached Jeff alone to inquire about the growth of the crystal minerals planted in the meteorite field.

The answer was that it was normal and dozens of kilograms of raw crystal minerals had grown.

Ron was satisfied with this. In his plan, the extra raw crystal mines were to be auctioned at auction to increase the influence of Miracle City in the kingdom.

He suddenly thought that the crystal ore had been modified to absorb water to grow. The fountain of life was also a kind of water. Could it speed up the growth of the crystal ore?

Not impossible!

Ron took action, and in the next few days he poured a cup of the fountain of life into the seeds of the crystal mineral. The growth rate of the crystal mineral increased rapidly, and in just a few days it was the same as the previous few months.

The happiest person was Hadyi. He submitted applications several times, wanting to use raw crystal mines for forging.

Ron had no reason to stop him and asked Hadey to upgrade the weapons and armor of the Knights of the Round Table and add biocrystal mines to make the equipment self-repairing.

As for the members of the following knights, they need to exchange their own merits. According to the merit points set by Thomas, it will take at least three years before the knights can exchange for equipment made of biocrystal mines.

It sounds like a long time, but other knights are simply not qualified to obtain such advanced equipment.

A piece of equipment that can repair itself!

Headquarters of the Knights of the Round Table, Knights Hall.

Except for Harvey, who was escorting Her Royal Highness, everyone else was present.

Thomas said solemnly: "Those forces that secretly plotted against Miracle City have been initially cleared or deterred, and the surrounding monster nests have also been cleared. The caravans traveling between them will not be harmed."

There is currently no Adventurer Association settled in Miracle City, and these matters are left to the Knights of the Round Table and the knights below.

"Marvin, how's it going with Byron? It's time for you to come back." Thomas turned to look at Marvin.

Marvin assisted the security team in managing the city for three months, and the safety hazards in the city were permanently resolved.

He nodded and said: "Okay, Mr. Thomas. The security team recruited new people some time ago. After the number has been expanded, they no longer need my help. I will find a time to tell Byron."

Thomas didn't talk any more about this matter. After discussing a few issues, he looked at Frank and said, "Your merits are about to reach the point where you will be awarded the title of knight. Get ready."

Hearing this, everyone was moved.

Unexpectedly, the second knight after Abel was Frank. They looked at Sig and saw that his face was expressionless, and there was no emotion on his face.

Taylor asked curiously: "Mr. Thomas, who is behind Frank? Why don't you tell us all our merits."

This proposal received support from everyone, and they also wanted to know how far they were from being awarded the title of knight.

Thomas said: "Based on the current situation, the next one is Sig. In fact, the two are not far apart. The next two are Jesse and you."

The others were surprised. According to Thomas, Jesse's merit points were still higher than Taylor's?

"What have you been doing these past few months?" Taylor looked suspicious.

Jessefor smiled and said, "I just did some ordinary tasks."

Everyone obviously didn't believe his words, and the meeting of the Knights of the Round Table ended quickly.

At the end, Taylor stood up first, stared at Malcolm with stern eyes and said, "Malcolm, accept my challenge."

Everyone who had just wanted to leave sat down again. This was not a simple challenge, but a ranking battle for the Knights of the Round Table seats.

Taylor Knight in the fourth seat challenged Malcolm Knight in the third seat.

It is worth mentioning that the chief knight of the Round Table is Sig. There is no doubt about this. No one doubts his strength.

However, the second place was Victor.

This guy is completely inhumane. Once anyone challenges him, he will release his five mounts to attack.

He invested all his merit points into making defensive armor for his mount. Hadey's forging skills were superb and he used precious materials, making it difficult for others to break through the defense immediately.

Ibuprofen has the ability to ignore defenses, but he is not as strong as Victor in the mount state, so his seat is not high.

Malcolm responded calmly, "Come on."

An exclusive training ground for the Knights of the Round Table.

Because of their strong strength, the training ground they built was very wide, and the floor was made of hard stone so that it would not be damaged if they stepped on it.

Everyone came to the training ground together. Looking at the two people confronting each other on the field, Cliff asked: "Who do you think will win?"

Anthony said with certainty without a trace of hesitation: "Of course it's Malcolm. Although Taylor's strength can't defend him, Malcolm's sword is faster and he can end the battle without defense."

The battle on the field has not yet begun. Some of the others were talking to each other and giving their own guesses, while others remained silent.

For example, Knight King Abel.

Ever since he obtained [Tiandao rewards those who work hard], he felt very clearly that the sword skill 'Desperate Situation', which was originally difficult to learn, was acquired after hard work.

Not only that, he had learned all the advanced sword skills included in the swordsmanship hall one by one, so he knew very well that Taylor had no chance.

As for why such a powerful Malcolm did not become the second best, it can only be said that Victor does not have martial ethics.

Abel glanced sideways and asked Sig: "Don't you feel uncomfortable holding it in like this?"

Since Sig came back from the lord's study that day, he has maintained this expressionless state. When others asked, they just answered that it was a kind of practice.

However, Sig told Abel the truth.

For a moment, Sig's brows tightened, and then relaxed quickly. He replied in a Gujing Wubo tone: "Fortunately, this is very helpful for me to control my own power."

Abel was silent. He thought that Sig had said that the emotions generated could be suppressed and stored in the body. Once released during the battle, they could show power far beyond the current level.

He asked curiously: "If you use all your strength, how strong can you be?"

Sig is now very close to the fifth-level knight. He could defeat the fifth-level black magician at the third level before. Abel can't imagine how strong he is at this moment.

Everyone else's strength has been referenced and guessed, but Sig cannot. He is an exceptional level existence.

Sig thought for a moment and said, "I don't know, but I can use 15 times the power I have now."

Abel and Jessef were stunned. Neither of them were looking at the training ground. They couldn't express their shock when they heard Sig's words.

This fifteen times the power is the emotion that Sig accumulates on a daily basis. The strength of his body has not yet reached the upper limit. If he actively generates emotions, the efficiency of accumulating power will be faster.

But that would not be conducive to his ability to control his emotions, and could easily cause his power to go berserk.

"Wow!"

There was a burst of exclamation. It turned out that the battle on the training ground was over. The winner was Malcolm. He only used one sword move to win the battle.

"You are very powerful, but you don't seem to have real control yet, so this is the reason why you lost to me."

Malcolm put away his sword, stood up, and said calmly.

Taylor replied in frustration: "Of course I know that if I really want to control this power, I must die once, but the lord has warned me many times, and there is nothing I can do."

Malcolm was silent, needing to truly experience the power of death, one can only imagine its huge potential.

The battle between the two is over, and the seats remain unchanged.

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On the other side, the lord's bedroom.

Ron stared at the twelve exquisite cups on the table in surprise. There was only one message on the item card displayed in his field of vision.

【Twelve cups (white)】

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[Entry 1: Endless sweet juice (green)]

——[Tiantian Juice (Green): Unlimited supply of twelve flavors of juice, only one of which is sweet]

After more than ten days of collecting entries, twelve cups were regarded as one item by the item card.

This is the second time this has happened. The first time was the double pearl, and now it is Ron's only treasure.

Although it is no longer possible to verify the conjecture with these twelve cups, it is not without gain.

The entries to be brushed will be filtered in a fluctuating manner according to the type, use and other characteristics of the item.

This gave Ron an idea.

For example, the cup in front of you is used to hold water, so there is an entry about endless drinking.

Mirrors are used to reflect things, so you can see the scenery elsewhere through the mirror.

For example, the two entries on the double beads are not suitable. This situation also happens, but it is still rare compared to the previous situation.

"So I should look for the corresponding items for the type of entries I want to brush?"

Ron was lost in thought, and now the entire Arnold territory was driven by him. As long as he said a word, the people below would build or find what he wanted.

He stopped his whimsical thoughts and stopped his eyes on the twelve cups on the table.

Twelve cups are one item, and the entry is more valuable.

Ron reached out and touched one of the cups, the item card appeared, and then he swiped the entry.

After swiping for a while, he found that there was not much difference from the entry produced by a single cup, except that the effect of the entry was shared by twelve cups.

I don’t know how much time passed, but the first purple quality entry of Twelve Cups appeared.

——[Twelve Holy Grails (Purple): The Holy Grail containing twelve different powers]

Twelve powers?

Ron was shocked, but one entry actually contained multiple powers. He looked at the twelve cups, and they changed.

The twelve cups are no longer luxurious, giving people a solemn and sacred impression. The small gems used for decoration come together to form twelve different patterns, which are extremely complex and mysterious.

Soon, Ron figured out what power each of the twelve cups had. If described in terms of entry attributes, each of them individually was a top-level blue entry.

But the power of the Twelve Holy Grails is that it can use twelve kinds of power at the same time, and can be hidden in the body, and cannot be destroyed by non-god-level powers.

Ron directly picked up the Twelve Holy Grails and pressed them into his body. With each cup inserted, he could feel one more kind of power being used.

Strength, speed, defense, healing, spirit, will.

He closed his eyes and felt it. All attributes were improved, but the extent of improvement was not as much as expected.

"I see. When it is outside the body, it can be used as a weapon or armor. What it shows is the real power. When it is inside the body, it increases by a percentage. It is indeed the Holy Grail. Is this the real use?"

Ron quickly thought of the reason. Everyone will grow from weak to strong, but the power of the Holy Grail can make people still useful after becoming strong.

But in this way, the Holy Grail was not of great help to Ron. He thought about taking out the Twelve Holy Grails from his body.

Ron is only at the first level of strength now and cannot exert the true power of the Holy Grail. He usually doesn't need the twin beads, so he might as well wait until he becomes stronger in the future to take them out.

After deciding on the purpose of the Twelve Holy Grails, Ron sat on a chair, holding a pen in his hand and staring at the drawing paper for a long time.

He had guessed the relationship between item types and entries before. If his idea was correct, he might be able to find the black magician.

After thinking about it, he moved the pen on the paper. After a moment, something with a pointer and arrow in a circular pattern appeared on the paper.

"Okay, this compass is not difficult to draw. Now we can just leave it to the craftsmen to build it."

Ron took a few glances, then called the attendant outside the door and asked him to hand over the drawings to the craftsmen for making.

The 'compass' he drew was not really used to identify the direction of the magnetic field, so it did not require this function. He only needed to create its shape according to the design drawing, so it was not difficult to forge. Ron received it the next day.

Open the item card.

[Disc pointer (white)]

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[Entry 1: (empty)]

The name of the item card is not 'Compass', nor is it some other strange name.

Ron didn't think much and just started brushing.

——[Compass (white): A pointer that can identify direction, it always points to the south]

He was silent for a moment and continued to brush.

——[Compass (white): Yes.]

——[Pointing to the west needle (white)]

——[Pointing to the east needle (white)]

Everything from the southeast to the northwest was gathered together. Ron didn't believe that the next entry could be repeated, so he continued to collect.

——[Men’s needle (white): The arrow points to the man]

I saw that the arrow in the disk was controlled by an inexplicable force, and after spinning in a circle, it pointed straight at Ron himself.

For some reason, he had a premonition in his heart, a premonition that he knew what the next entry would be.

Several days passed, and Ron was still struggling with the disc pointer. Egbert came to knock on the door and called in a respectful voice: "Lord, it's time for you to go and award Knight Frank."

After hearing this, Ron stopped and went to the Knights with Egbert, and was awarded the title of knight and medal under the witness of everyone.

In front of the hall, Frank knelt down on one knee in blue clothes and a long shawl. Ron solemnly said: "As a lord, I grant you the title of 'Thunder' knight. I hope you live up to your status as a thunder knight."

"Thank you, Lord Lord, subordinate."

As soon as Frank spoke, his face turned pale and looked seriously injured. Others also noticed his condition and immediately stepped forward.

After examination, it was found that Frank's body had been corroded by lightning for a long time. Ron sighed. Medicated food alone was not enough. Frank became stronger too fast. Medicinal food could not cure the hidden wounds in his body. It could only cure the hidden wounds in his body. To the effect of procrastination.

Frank has been enduring the pain caused by thunder and lightning for this period of time, because both Miracle City and the mansion need his strength, and he cannot stop giving up, which is holding him back.

Ron therefore knew the reason why Frank's injury was more serious. Although he did not like the other party's spirit of self-sacrifice, thanks to Frank's energy supply, the development of Miracle City did not slow down.

He made a decision in his heart.

"Today, I will grant the Thunder Knight an exclusive treasure. I hope you can unleash its true power."

Ron's voice rose, and a sacred-looking cup appeared in his hand, and he pressed it into Frank's body.

Soon, Frank's expression softened, and he regained control of the power of lightning and took it back into his body.

"Lord, what was that just now?" Frank felt the wounds in his body disappear and asked involuntarily.

"It's called the Holy Grail of Healing, and it's yours from today on, Thunder Knight."