After reaching the maximum level, my "soft rice system" finally arrived.

“My esteemed guest, I have been practicing forging since childhood and have thirty years of experience. Even many mithril-level adventurers have had their weapons forged by me.”

"Please don't insult my professional ethics, sir."

Mithril is the third tier in the Adventurers' Guild's ranking system for adventurers, second only to the highest tiers of Steel and Orichalcos. Even the weakest adventurers who can become Mithril-ranked are at least tier 5.

Seeing that the other party was persistent, Xia Er took out the "Dragon's Breath Severance - Iraq War Damaged Edition" from the sub-plane.

"A storage ring!" The dwarf noticed the subtle spatial fluctuations, and his expression turned slightly serious.

The dwarf took the sword blank, placed it on the forging table, and started the bellows.

His right arm muscles were bulging as he swung the forging hammer and struck heavily.

Ding--

The sword blank emitted a crisp sound, and a dent appeared on the forging hammer.

"Don't worry, guest. I only used seven-tenths of my strength just now."

The dwarf's expression turned serious. He switched to a more advanced-looking forging hammer, and the temperature inside the furnace rose considerably.

He swung the hammer with all his might again, creating a new chip on the hammer, while the sword hilt remained firmly in place.

Sweat immediately streamed down the dwarf craftsman's face.

He bowed to Charles and Isabella: "I apologize, it is my skill that is insufficient to handle this sword blank."

"However, our dwarf race is full of talented people. Please wait a moment, I will go and fetch my master."

He turned and disappeared through a hidden door inside the shop.

A moment later, a much older dwarf followed the younger dwarf out of the hidden door.

Charles looked at the other person's appearance; his hair was sparse, and the top of his head had turned into a complete bald patch.

The older dwarf said confidently, "I heard that a big order has come in that Ig can't handle, but don't worry, these are nothing to me who has been forging for nearly a hundred years."

ten minutes later--

The older dwarf, sweating profusely alongside the previous dwarf named Ig, stared thoughtfully at the chipped forge hammer.

"This is the embryo of a legendary weapon!"

The older dwarf craftsman exclaimed in surprise, and his gaze toward Charles and Isabella became much more respectful.

Those who can possess a legendary weapon embryo are undoubtedly powerful and influential, at the very least being near-legendary figures with considerable wealth.

Although dwarves are arrogant, they still know how to show respect to near-legendary figures.

After all, there are currently no legendary figures in the Dwarf Kingdom. Although they have a few legendary weapons and formations for protection, offending a legendary figure would be a big problem for the Dwarf race.

He bowed slightly and said respectfully, "Please wait a moment, my two distinguished guests. I will go and invite my ancestor—the elder brother of our current dwarf clan chief."

This time, the two dwarves disappeared into the hidden door for a much longer period of time.

While waiting in the House of Molten Fire, Charles became bored and started browsing the shops.

As expected of the largest stronghold of the dwarves within the empire, the variety of weapons and equipment here is quite complete.

From the stealth cloak used by thieves to the war tower shield used by guardian warriors...

From the Sunbow used by archers to the Swiftwind Blessing Gloves used by rangers...

It has everything.

"They even sell staffs?"

Ciel took a light brown wand from the wall and played with it in his hand for a moment.

"With your current rank, do you really need the assistance of a staff?"

Isabella asked, somewhat puzzled.

In her memory, she had hardly ever seen Sharl use a staff since they were still traveling the continent together in the adventure group.

Even with the forbidden spell against the gods that he had cast earlier—"Divine Punishment: Sword of Damocles"—it seems that Charles activated it directly without even using his staff.

Charles shook his head: "The essence of a staff is an aid in spellcasting, helping the caster to get closer to the magic network—"

"Then, by increasing one's elemental affinity and mobilizing the total amount of magic power, one can speed up the chanting and increase the power of the spell."

"After becoming a legend, I was able to directly bypass the magic network and mobilize the world's magic power by analyzing the principles of arcane magic."

"Therefore, there is naturally no need to use a staff."

Despite this, Charles remained serious.

He gently stroked the wooden stick, as if it were something fragile.

"Fifteen inches, elderberry, the core is..."

“Phoenix feathers...and Thestral tail feathers.”

Char pointed his staff to the sky: "Avada Kedavra!"

Immediately following was a beam of green light shooting upwards from the tip of the wand.

"It's a pity the Unforgivable Curse can't be cast on people, otherwise you'd be sent to Azkaban."

Ciel sheathed his wand behind his back, stood with his hands behind his back, and shook his head with a hint of regret.

Isabella pressed her temples as if she had a headache, and a hint of helplessness appeared on her usually icy face.

She naturally recognized the source of the green light. It wasn't some kind of deadly curse that had been activated, but rather a first-tier spell, "Flash of Light: Green," cast by Charles himself.

Isabella thought for a moment, took the wand from Ciel, and then pointed it at Ciel: "Astral projection!"

"Oh, I'm dead."

Ciel obediently collapsed to the ground, powerless.

He stood up from the floor, somewhat surprised, and asked, "You've seen it too?"

In Charles's memory, Isabella, as the princess of the empire, had a very busy schedule every day.

Aside from professional books on politics and military affairs, Isabella probably had little time to read the light novels at Black Tower Bookstore.

"As the princess of the empire, I naturally have to keep abreast of the thoughts and feelings of my people."

"The best-selling books they read are no exception."

Isabella tossed her silver hair, her stern words sounding quite dashing.

As for his passing by the Imperial Library that day, the word "wizard" in the book reminded him of the Charles—

So, the fact that he somehow ended up bringing home the Black Tower bestseller, "Harry Potter," was something he couldn't possibly tell Ciel.

............

After a short wait, an elderly dwarf, accompanied by two dwarf craftsmen, emerged from the hidden door.

"I have been in the forging business for three hundred years, but I have only dabbled in the forging of legendary-level weapons a handful of times."

"I never imagined that, just as I was about to retire, I would be fortunate enough to take on the task of forging the fourth legendary weapon in my life."

Looking at the other's bald head, which was completely shaved of hair, Charles felt a deep sense of respect.

"The Blacksmith Immortal!"

"Haha, I can't accept that, I can't accept that."

The old dwarf waved his hand: "It is my honor as a craftsman to personally oversee the forging of a legendary weapon. There is no need to charge any fees."

"Please wait a moment, sir. The forging of legendary weapons takes some time. You can pick them up later today."

Charles nodded, and he and Isabella got up and left the Molten Chamber.

............

As the sun sets, pale golden sunset clouds spill down from the distant sky, casting layers of afterglow over the entire capital of Alan, as if draped in a magnificent robe.

Charles and Isabella walked side by side through the streets of the capital city bathed in the glow of the setting sun, surrounded by a constant stream of people.

Isabella held a cotton candy that looked like a cloud in her hand and was eating it in small, elegant bites.

Only then did this dignified and awe-inspiring imperial princess reveal a hint of the charming and delicate qualities that a girl her age should possess.

"Speaking of which, Prince Andrew..."

"And what about my brother's matter? Have you made any progress?"

Isabella's cool words rang in Ciel's ears.

Ciel knew what Isabella was referring to.

Although they were enemies on political grounds, those two were undoubtedly members of the imperial family.

Isabella had to get an explanation from the cult known as "Iron Moon" that directly caused their deaths, and from the evil god behind it.

Coincidentally, in the past few days, Xia Er has also made some progress in analyzing the divine power fragments of the evil god known as the "Iron-Patterned Moon".

"What can be confirmed is that the ancient god does indeed exist in the world."

"Moreover, based on the remaining memories within the fragments of divine power, it seems there is actually more than one such ancient god..."

"However, their current form of existence seems somewhat subtle. I tried to track and locate them several times in the Western Continent, but all attempts failed due to insufficient conditions."

"I suspect they might not exist within the Prime Material Plane..."