The banging sound in the blacksmith shop stopped, and the apprentices all turned their attention to the armor made by their teacher, Master Miller. They all held their breath and couldn't help but marvel. The radiant armor seemed to be flashing red. The light of flames and the power of flames seem to be alive on it. Even if you have seen countless armors, you can't help but be amazed by Master Miller's ingenious armor.
Master Miller wiped the sweat from his face with a handkerchief. His whole body seemed to be exhausted. He took a sip of wine and cheered himself up. Then he nodded with a smile. He knew that this armor could help his master. Winning glory in the tournament will also bring victory to the user.
"Teacher, this armor seems to have the power of fire. Teacher, have you added magic to this armor?" An apprentice asked curiously.
The oncoming flame power on the silver armor cannot be ignored at all. If an ordinary blacksmith has no talent and no miracles, no matter how hard he works, he can only make ordinary armor and weapons at best. Even if the armor is indestructible, even if A sword cuts iron like clay, this is also the category of mortal things.
If William Sr., the father of young William, could learn how to make siege equipment and trebuchets, it would be amazing. If he could learn how to make bronze cannons, that would only be the limit of a blacksmith.
Only those who can add magical or enchanted properties to their weapons can be considered a true master.
"It's not magic, it's a holy miracle." Master Miller shook his head and corrected his apprentice's statement, "Attaching magic to weapons, armor and other props requires a magician to apply magic to fix the magic spell on the weapon's material. But this armor has no magical power. The flames on the armor are not mortal flames, nor magical flames, but the flames of purgatory above it."
"The flames of purgatory, this comes from hell."
The apprentices were originally watching the armor made by their master with great interest, but when they heard Master Miller's words, they were so frightened that they retreated away. Seeing the undead, why did the flames of purgatory appear on the armor's body.
Although they have long known that the master among blacksmiths is proficient in magic, can summon fire elves, and possesses mysterious power. Master Miller is often regarded as a dark wizard by the lords of the world and the priests of the church, but summoning the flames of hell, this That left everyone at a loss.
"This is the armor blessed by St. Patrick. William, please put it on and try it on." Master Miller ignored the panic of the apprentices. He knew that the apprentices may not be opposed to summoning the flame elves, but once it involves the fire of purgatory, everyone will It was a bit frightening.
This may be the first and last time in his life to build such armor.
Master Miller sighed in his heart, looked at William and said slowly, "Don't worry, although there are flames of purgatory on this armor, it can't hurt you. Saint Patrick is not only the patron saint of Ireland, but also a believer suffering in purgatory. patron saint."
William took over the armor, and the flames flowed in the armor, dyeing the originally silver armor red, like blood. It looked terrible, with an evil aura that also contained a holy meaning.
"Master Miller, I want to dedicate this set of armor to my master. I can't put it on." William shook his head and refused to put on this set of armor. Master Miller smiled and did not force himself to signal to the apprentices beside him. , "Please invite Prince Liam over and let him wear this armor."
After hearing this, the apprentice nodded and ran towards the outside of the blacksmith shop. Master Miller said with some pity, "It's a pity. If you don't want this set of armor, maybe I will never be able to build another set of armor of the same level as this set of armor in this life." Unless it is armor forged by pagan gods, it will never be able to surpass my armor blessed by a saint."
Even if one is blessed by a saint, the power of mortals has bottlenecks and limits. Only gods can truly create unparalleled armor.
He can summon the flame elves and use a series of magic to forge them, but this is completely different from the weapons made by gods with divine power.
At best, it is similar to King Arthur's Sword in the Stone or the Holy Sword given by the Fairy of the Lake. It is indestructible but can still be broken due to some reason or force.
William just smiled, feeling a little regretful in his heart, but he didn't feel any regret. This was the original agreement.
After a while, the apprentice jogged back. Behind him was the dwarf prince Liam. He walked in slowly, bowed to Master Miller, then looked at William aside and said to him, "William, I really don’t know how I should thank you, thank you for giving me this set of armor, you must know that I had other purposes for accepting you as a servant."
Liam saw the gratitude and embarrassment on William's face. He walked up to him and hugged William directly with open arms. He patted his back hard and thanked him, "Anyway, wait until I win the martial arts tournament and marry Miss Lily." , I will repay you."
After speaking, Prince Liam let go of his hands and looked at the armor placed on the pendant. The beautiful armor was full of the aesthetics of an art master. He slowly walked over and touched it gently with his hand. Wearing the armor, it was as if he was touching some rare treasure. The red flames were beating alive and the silver armor was dyed red. It was so docile, the helmet was bright, the armor was tightly fitted, no flaw could be seen, and the holy silver light shone.
A shield has three layers, and the white-flowered sorrel has three leaflets, inverted heart shape.
White sorrel is the clover, which symbolizes luck in Britain and Ireland. The strange magic flow on the shield and armor tells the extraordinaryness of this armor.
In Celtic mythology, three is a sacred and magical word. The Irish goddess of kingship is a trinity, the goddess of war is a group of three, and there are also three gods of crafts. The images in mythological stories always use three as the theme. , even multiples of nine of the number three are given special meaning.
King Arthur traveled to Annon, a different world in Ireland and Wales, and met nine holy virgins on the way who were responsible for caring for the crucible. Morgan le Fay was also one of the nine witches.
White sorrel (shamrock) is a symbol of St. Patrick and the national flower of Ireland. It has an extraordinary and special meaning.
The power of luck flowed on it. Liaou put on the helmet and felt the blessing of destiny from Ireland.
As a descendant of the ancient Irish kingdom, he is particularly familiar with the fluctuations of fate.
Three symbolizes luck, and nine, a multiple of three, represents destiny.
"William, you don't know what you have lost, but I swear to fate and the Celtic gods that if I win, I will never treat you badly. You and I will share wealth and power."
Liam put on the armor and expressed his gratitude to William. Putting on this armor meant that St. Patrick, a Christian saint, recognized the owner of the armor and promised the kingship of Ireland.
William ceded the crown of Ireland to himself.
The royal power of Britain is certainly valuable, but for him, who is a descendant of the ancient Kingdom of Ireland, there is nothing more glorious than being the king of Ireland.
It is difficult for the afterglow of the past to gain new life. Just like an overthrown dynasty, it is even more difficult to restore the country. As long as the other party does not make mistakes and is overthrown, the destroyed dynasty will always be a thing of the past.
It would be completely different to have the support of St. Patrick.
"I have decided that I want to convert to God." Prince Liam said solemnly.
