The conversation between William and Morgan Le Fay ended like this. The two had a friendly exchange, but they did not get any good results for William.
If William wants to become stronger, he needs to learn magic. As a witch and witch, Morgan Le Fay is proficient in magic but cannot teach magic to William, because the roots of witches come from the blood of the old gods flowing in their bodies. In previous eras, they were A natural choice for the priesthood is an innate talent.
Therefore, unless William changes gender, he should not even think about learning magic from Morgan Le Fay, and the path of the saint-crowned king who wants to become a wizard has been completely blocked.
However, although William cannot learn magic from the witch Morgan Le Fay, this does not mean that William cannot use magic.
Whether it is the power of lucky gold coins or the power of spells, or even the holy armor and the king's privileges he holds, it is also a kind of magical power in a sense.
So William was not completely disappointed yet.
The royal palace in Ireland was empty, with only a few boxes neatly placed there.
Miller, the leader among blacksmiths and the master among masters, came to the palace accompanied by his disciples. He looked at the palace, which was being rebuilt like a construction site, and then at the Irish warriors wearing armor and holding spears in their hands. He sorted out his mood a little and walked into the palace.
When they first met, William was just an insignificant person, a little blacksmith, and he was the master of masters among blacksmiths. If little William's father, old William, was not his former student, maybe he wouldn't pay much attention at all. William glanced.
If Patrick, the great saint of Ireland, had not placed an order with him to forge armor for a Christian, perhaps he and William would not have had any interaction at all. At most, they would have just invited William to drink tea and talk about the past, as elders. Chat, send a few words of blessing, and then that's it.
It was precisely because he knew that the little guy in front of him was the heir of King Arthur and the destined dragon-slaying hero that while forging the armor according to the agreement, he also opened his treasure house to William, allowing him to choose one.
I have to say, even thinking about it now, this is his boldest investment so far. Magic weapons and props, because of the magic in them, can be said to be the manifestation of miracles, surpassing any treasure.
But even so, miracles are still valuable, and countless princes, generals, and nobles are still qualified to collect these magic props, and even as a master among masters, because they have a huge industry and disciples to maintain, even if they are Even if he forges magic items, he will not keep them for himself, but sell them to others.
"Your Majesty, everything is well!" Master Miller looked at William sitting on the empty throne, half-kneeling under William and performing the etiquette of meeting the monarch.
In the past, he took care of William just as he looked down on old William and all his apprentices in the past. Like a monarch, he had the power of life and death over his apprentices. The arrogance from the master also maintained for William. Got this mentality.
It wasn't until William won the tourney, became the heir of King Arthur, and became the Earl of Avalon that his mentality changed. The son of his disciple seemed to have become a great man, but this still couldn't let him. Master Miller was moved. He traveled across the continent. He had seen all the emperors of Byzantium, Ottoman Sultans, French kings, Holy Roman Emperors and many great nobles. He was his guest, the Count of Avalon. Although his status is considered noble, he doesn't have much inner awe for him.
Until William transformed from the Earl of Avalon to the King of Ireland, Master Miller knew that he had to adjust his relationship with his disciple.
Although not the monarch of continental Europe, the king of Ireland is also a king.
Master Miller half-knelt down on one knee. He knelt down so naturally. He had no relationship with his disciple and master at all, but just as if he was meeting any king.
"I accept your good words, everything is fine now." William accepted Master Miller's kneeling with a clear conscience. At this time, his identity was not only Master Miller's disciple, but also a king.
"I don't know why your Majesty summoned me. I have already ordered my disciples to start casting the cannon." Master Miller asked. William needed magic cannons for his expedition to Britain, and the bronze cannons he cast are now used to be placed in the The coastline protected against Viking invasions.
Although the Norwegians may be in chaos for a while because they lost their king, Norway is not the only kingdom among the Vikings. At least the Kingdom of Denmark is still in good condition, so it is still very necessary to forge cannons to guard against the Vikings.
It's just that the craftsmanship of bronze cannons is not difficult for Master Miller. There are disciples in his workshop who are qualified for this work, so this is why William expressed confusion about summoning him.
"In order to thank you, Master, for your help to me, I decided to make you a Baron, Master. I hope you can work for Ireland, no, for me. At the same time, there are two boxes of gold coins. I hope to get them from Master's treasure house. Acquire magic items that I can use.”
William held his face with his hands and said casually that compared to the loss of money, what he valued more was that money could be transformed into his own power.
Emperor Putin once told a joke at a press conference. William could not remember the content of the joke, but he probably still remembered that a child exchanged a gun at home for a beautiful bird with beautiful feathers. The singing voice was nice, but when his father found out, he slapped his son in the face.
When you lose your gun at home and someone wants to snatch your bird, rape your sister, destroy your home, or even kill you, what should you do if you have no force to protect yourself?
Therefore, it is definitely not a waste of money for a country to spend a large amount of its defense budget to maintain its own army, but a necessity, because if you don't spend money to support your own army, it is equivalent to supporting someone else's army.
The treasures of the dwarfs were originally for military use there. If William did not spend it, and once he was reluctant to spend it, like a miser, then it would basically be given to his old enemy Duke William in the end.
"These gold coins, these gold coins, are too many." Master Miller stretched out his trembling hand and stroked the gold coins one after another. The blacksmith's experience told him that these gold coins were all real.
"Not much, I need that flying Indian carpet, the magical tablecloth that can automatically turn into food, the stick that can automatically hit people, that invisibility hat... Master, what else do you have there? Magic props, such as space rings that can be stored? I want too many, many of which are not convenient to carry."
William talked about the magical treasures he wanted, and suddenly thought of something and asked. There were too many of these things and it was not easy to take them away.
"..." Master Miller.
