Western Fantasy: I can write unlimited entries

A pound of black mud costs 5 silver coins to make, and then Nancy told Ron how to use it.

"The main component of these black mud is black stones collected from the Black Valley Forest. Other materials are not valuable because they are close to elemental crystals, so they will turn into granular powder after being dried at high temperatures. As long as they are scattered in the land Applying a small amount of powder and watering it can have the same effect.”

Nancy said decisively: "I guess the Jin Kui I met last time was also affected by this thing and broke through to the second level."

Ron nodded and thought it was very possible. He said: "Next, I need you to make a large amount of these black mud. You don't have to worry about the raw materials. I will have people go to the Black Valley Forest to collect them."

Such black stones can be seen everywhere in the Black Valley Forest. As long as they are careful, ordinary people can do it.

The two chatted about other things, and Nancy returned to the alchemy workshop.

Ron was in a very good mood at the moment. Not only had he become a transcendent, but he had also received such good news.

After returning from the royal capital, good things happened one after another. Not only did he alleviate financial problems, but he also created farming and alchemy tools that were beneficial to people's livelihood.

Everything seems to be going in the right direction.

The battlefields of Alfred's Land and Eugene's Land.

This is the border of the Fast Territory, an endless plain covered with green grass, but it is now stained red with blood.

The knights from the two territories were furious and fought with weapons until no one from either side survived.

Not all of these knights on the battlefield are extraordinary, but more of them are ordinary people who have worked hard to hone themselves and possess powerful martial arts.

There are so many of them, hundreds or even thousands of them, that even an extraordinary person would be frightened when faced directly.

Unless there is absolute strength, the number of people is the key to victory, and when the number of people is not much different, sophisticated weapons and equipment determine the outcome.

Alfred's knights charged fearlessly, their helmets looking directly at the enemy in front of them with firm eyes, and the armor on their bodies reflected light, making it extremely dazzling.

The commander under Eugene's leadership noticed that the knights under Alfred's leadership had put on new equipment. He sneered. They were wearing the most sophisticated equipment in the entire royal capital. What could the opponent use to fight against them.

He directed the knights to launch an all-out charge.

"Everyone, please bring victory to our master, Count Eugene!"

The morale of the knights led by Eugene was high, and their offensive became more rapid.

"Protect Alfred's honor and win this battle!"

"Must win!"

"Must win!"

Alfred's side did not retreat, and the two sides fought together.

Different from the evenly matched situation as imagined, the knights led by Eugene were retreating steadily. The commander was covered in cold sweat. The completely different result from the past made him a little overwhelmed.

Soon, he discovered the problem. The weapons used by Alfred's knights were sharper. After a few rounds of fighting with him, the weapons of Eugene's knights curled up and they could no longer fight.

Not only the weapon, but the armor was also invulnerable, with a full blow leaving only a faint scratch.

Facing the heavily armed knights led by Alfred, the knights led by Eugene had no way of making a move.

The war situation formed a one-sided situation.

As the number of knights led by Eugene dropped sharply, their morale plummeted. When the commander saw this situation, his hands and feet became cold. If he lost this battle, he would not be able to escape death even if he returned alive.

He yelled: "No retreat! Keep attacking!"

Alfred's side, on the other hand, had a surge in morale and surrounded the remaining knights led by Eugene. A second-level knight rampaged and beheaded the commander who kept shouting.

The battle is decided.

Not long after, there was no longer a living knight led by Eugene on the battlefield.

Then the battlefield began to be cleaned. One of Alfred's knights felt incredible. He did not expect that winning this time would be so easy, thanks to these weapons and armor.

Alfred's commander looked at the battlefield and sighed. This was the first time he had commanded such an easy battle. He knew very well that he had taken advantage of the equipment.

He saw the excitement on the faces of the knights under his command, and said seriously: "Don't relax, the war is not over yet. Count Eugene's next attack will be more fierce, so cheer up!"

Although he said this, the two parties had fought for so long and had a certain understanding of each other's strength. He did not think that Count Eugene had any stronger means, otherwise he would have brought them out long ago.

The knights cleared the battlefield and returned to their territory, and the commander went to the mansion to report the battle situation to the Marquis.

After hearing this, the Marquis nodded calmly, "This victory is the beginning of our counterattack. Pass on the order and attack the Eugene Territory in three days. Let everyone know that Alfred's reputation cannot be taken lightly!"

"yes!"

After the commander retreated, the Marquis picked up a letter on the table, which was sent by his secret agent Dennis.

The content of the letter is very small. The second prince Baird was ordered to be grounded by the king. The second princess couldn't bear it and asked for mercy from your majesty. It will be released in the near future.

The Marquis showed no expression after reading it. A beam of fire suddenly appeared, and the letter instantly turned into ashes.

He knew very well what the king was thinking. The ban on the second prince was only for outsiders to see. One was him, and the other was Baron Arnold.

Given the king's love for Baird, he would not keep him locked up forever. Giving him face was already a kindness.

He no longer thought about the idiot prince. Compared to Baird, the Marquis cared more about Arnold, a baron, and he was very surprised when his daughter came back with a letter.

In the Marquis's guess, Teresa would be sent to a monastery, and Baron Arnold would only secretly provide some small help. Unexpectedly, he would live directly in the Baron's palace and not take the royal family's orders seriously.

At that moment, the Marquis was grateful.

Looking at the content at the back of the letter, the Marquis was moved. A weapon comparable to the family's inherited treasure?

He immediately summoned his blacksmith and asked him to identify the weapon brought back by the maid.

The blacksmith replied that although the weapon did not reach the level of a heritage treasure, its quality exceeded all the fine-quality weapons in the royal capital, and was somewhere between a heritage treasure and fine quality.

What surprised the blacksmith was that rare metal minerals were added to the weapon, which made the weapon extremely sharp.

The blacksmith believed that if he had those rare mineral materials, he could forge weapons of superior quality. He begged the Marquis to ask for some minerals and let him forge them.

There was a flash of consideration in the Marquis's eyes, and then he waved his hand for the blacksmith to step back, telling him that there was no need to mention this matter again.

Eugene collar.

Count Eugene's whole body exuded a trembling chill, and everyone under his command was too embarrassed to show it.

The defeat on the battlefield caused Earl Eugene to lose face and reputation. This defeat was even more painful than killing him.

"Is there no news yet? How did Alfred get better equipment than us, and this is what you do?"

Everyone was trembling with fear and did not dare to say a word.

At this time, a messenger hurriedly walked into the meeting hall and said, "Your Majesty, this is a secret message."

Upon hearing the word "secret message", Count Eugene narrowed his eyes, stretched out his hand, took the envelope and looked at it in front of everyone.

Arnold?

Seeing these three words, the chill in Earl Eugene's eyes seemed to turn into reality, and he quickly restrained himself. After reading it, he handed the letter to everyone for circulation.

"Marquis Alfred sent a team of experts to the Arnold Territory? Did you say it was for investment?"

"What good investment is there in that remote ghost place? I guess it was Marquis Alfred who didn't want to see his daughter suffer, so he did this."

Count Eugene had many talents under his command, and he quickly guessed Alfred's thoughts. This sentence was recognized by everyone.

"Your Excellency, we can write to your Majesty. Marquis Alfred despised the king's orders and secretly sent people to take care of his only daughter Theresa."

"This is indeed a good idea, but the Marquis is very thoughtful, and there must be a way not to admit it. He killed him because he was investing, and it's not easy for Your Majesty to interfere."

The man who made the suggestion showed a confident smile and said: "Is this important? As long as this matter distracts Marquis Alfred, it will be useful."

When Count Eugene heard this, he thought it made sense and immediately wrote a letter to have it quickly sent to the royal capital.

The letters that can be sent are like sinking into the sea, and there is no news.

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Arnold territory.

Baronial Palace.

Ron was doing ordinary things as usual, and no one knew that he had become a transcendent.

On this day, he was sitting in the yard, playing with black and white pebble balls and writing entries for the two balls.

The two pebble balls are extremely ordinary white quality items with only one entry slot.

Paint the white ball once, and then paint the black ball.

Because the items are made of stone, most of the items that are displayed are related to "hardness". For example, for the bluestone chessboard under the Mirakle tree in the front yard, Ron created a "How Steel Was Tempered (Blue)" ]'s entry.

This entry is very interesting. It is not made of steel as imagined.

[How steel is made (blue): This is a noble spirit that absorbs the 'spirit and spirit' emitted by the surrounding creatures to strengthen its own hardness and texture. The quality of 'Jing Qi Shen' is related to the strength, will, and wisdom of the creature, and its enhancement has no upper limit. 】

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Judging from Ron's experience, the attributes of such entries are very close to purple quality.

If this entry were written on Abel, he would definitely not change it. Unfortunately, it has been the same for several days.

I really don’t know if Abel is unlucky or if he is just unlucky.

As for the bluestone chessboard, based on the actual situation, the stronger the player's chess skills and martial arts, the higher the quality of 'spirit' they exude, and the harder the bluestone will be.

Ron has observed that this kind of absorption will not harm people who play chess. When people are thinking, the energy they emit is the strongest, and it is absorbed by the bluestone and becomes nutrients.

After painting the two pebble balls for a long time, there was still no good entry. Ron put them away, then reached into his arms, and a beautiful dagger suddenly appeared from the shadow.

This short sword has three entry slots and is the highest quality item Ron currently owns.

Good entries have been obtained from the first two entry slots, and only entry 3 is left.

[Dagger (blue)]

【picture】

[Entry 1: Shadowless (Blue)]

[Entry 2: Particle cutting (purple)]

[Entry 3: A gentleman hides his weapons in his body (white)]

[Shadowless (Blue): Silent and invisible, hidden in the darkness. 】

[Particle Cutting (Purple): Ignore Defense]

[A gentleman keeps this thing in his body (white): Only a gentleman can keep this thing in his body]

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The attribute of entry 2 is an unexpected surprise. Ron used it to cut the armor forged by Hadei easier than tofu, which explains what "ignorance" means!

As for entry 3, apart from identifying who is a gentleman, it seems to have no other purpose, at least Ron hasn't found it yet.

Ron brushed the entries for the dagger for a while and then stopped. He put the dagger into his arms, and soon, a sound of footsteps sounded from behind.

"Master, all the popsicles have been sent out."

Erin wore a new maid outfit and came to Ron's side with cheerful steps. She had an innocent smile on her face, which made people feel happy.

"Well, did Diana send it as well?" Ron asked intentionally, but he knew that Eileen had always been afraid of Diana, but he couldn't get along with her.

"Give it, here it goes, I specially made sweet and fruity popsicles for the head maid." Irene said nervously at first, then with a great gesture.

From Eileen's words, it could be heard that Diana liked sweet things, which surprised Ron. He had thought that Diana would prefer the bitter coffee.

"By the way, how did you finish the formula that Rosalind gave you earlier?" Ron asked intentionally or unintentionally. To be honest, he didn't have much expectations.

Erin frowned, "The recipe you gave me this time is very difficult and it took me a lot of time. It's also made of sunflower seeds, so why are melon seeds so easy to make?"

Ron was stunned, "Huh? Are you done?"

Erin shook her head, "Not yet, but soon."

Now, Ron was really surprised. Could it be that Eileen was that kind of hidden genius? Isn't it an understatement for her to be her own maid?

There is an entry for "Capable Maid (White)" on Irene. She is good at everything a maid does. Maybe oil extraction is also something a maid can do?

Thinking about it this way, Erin's abilities are limitless!

Unexpectedly, Eileen said again: "Hey, if Nancy hadn't helped me, I wouldn't have been able to do it."

"Since when did you have a good relationship with Nancy and she still help you?" Ron asked strangely.

"Just last time I went to the forest to collect pebbles, I promised to make her popsicles with other flavors, and our relationship became better."

Erin replied, "And Nancy promised to help me make the ice cream."

Ron: "."

Not everyone has this mobility.

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On the training ground of the mansion.

Erin was ordered here by Ron. She looked around the training ground and quickly found her target, "Mr. Malcolm, the lord has summoned you to go to his room."

"At this time? Okay, I'll go right away."

Startled by the lord's sudden summons, Malcolm cleaned the sweat off his body and ran away.

Abel and Sig looked at each other, wondering what was going on.

"Captain, when you go to Lord Lord's room every day, are you receiving strength?" Sig asked quietly.

Abel frowned, feeling that this sentence was full of ambiguity. He nodded, "Well, the lord said that I have a special physique and it will take a longer time to receive power."

"What about you? You are about to break through the third level. Why are there no signs of breakthrough?"

Sig touched his bald head and said doubtfully: "I don't know either. I have no experience in this area and I don't feel anything. But my strength is still getting stronger."

Abel frowned and thought, and guessed: "Maybe your body is too strong, so your strength still has room to improve. Take your time, and when the time comes, you will naturally be able to break through."

"Yes, yes, listen to the captain." Sig smiled naively.

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Lord's room.

Ron told Malcolm what he had said to Abel and Sig again. Malcolm performed the same knightly salute devoutly and knelt down on one knee to accept the power given by Ron.

Ron opened his character card.

【Silver One Star】

【Malcolm】

[Favorability: 95 (swear to death)]

[Entry 1: Basic Swordsmanship Specialization (White)]

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Because Malcolm is only a first-level knight, he only has one entry slot, and he already has a relatively good entry.

Ron thought about it and decided to brush it. White quality entries are always the lowest, so it would be better to brush them with a green one.

His eyes fell on the refreshed entry. With a thought, the entry began to become blurry, and then a purple light appeared.

Ron was stunned for a moment.

His eyes widened with an expression of disbelief, and he looked at Malcolm with complex eyes.

Ou Huang, damn it!

——[Sword Master (Purple): You have been born for the sword since you were born. You are a born sword holder. Any swordsmanship and sword theory are defined by you. You are the sword master]