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Chapter 88 The New Valyrian Steel Sword, the Darkbringer!

King's Landing, the old city gate.

A strange band of knights shattered the clamor of King's Landing.

Although they looked weary from their travels, they also possessed a menacing aura that inspired fear, making them appear extremely terrifying.

That's the aura forged in the crucible of battle, something that a worthless golden-robed man can't compare to.

The dusty and weary flag bearers of Sanhe carried banners with gold backgrounds and black bats, some of their spears adorned with human heads that had been poured with black asphalt, making them look particularly horrifying.

"Lord Arthur Hoan, heir to Harrenhal and Earl of Whitewall, has arrived!" the burly man in black armor called out loudly.

This kid has a loud voice and a big build; he's now Arthur's personal flag bearer.

Among the crowd, Arthur, dressed in a yellow robe and black armor, stood out from the crowd, exuding a solemn and imposing aura.

Arthur rode swiftly to the throne on his yellow horse.

"Make way! Make way!" The golden-robed commander hurriedly widened the road to let this god of death pass.

"That's Arthur Hoan, the Dark Knight! How handsome!"

"I heard from others that he's the Bloodthirsty Bat, Bloodthirsty Arthur! He's so young, only a year older than 'Bloodthirsty' Ban."

"He's from Harrenhal, does he also know some witchcraft?"

"You're talking nonsense. Lord He'an is a hero of the Seven Kingdoms. He killed the evil sea monster's son."

Even after Arthur left, the onlookers and the men in gold robes continued to whisper among themselves.

Arthur, carrying his spoils, went straight to the Red Keep to meet the King.

Led by the Red Keep guards, Arthur arrived at the throne room without any obstruction.

Today, Robert Baratheon happened to be away from hunting or drinking, and instead of going to a brothel to find women.

So Robert, dressed in a golden robe and wearing a stag crown, along with the old Hand of the King Jon Arryn in a blue robe and young Littlefinger, greeted Arthur.

"Is this the head of the sea monster?" Robert asked, as the Iron Guard brought forward the heads of Rodrik and Maren to present to the king.

"Yes, Your Majesty," Arthur replied, curtsying. "I offer you the gift of my and Earl Jason's loyalty: we killed two sons of sea monsters at the gates of Seafront, Sir Horus of Harlo Island, and many longship captains."

"Good lad!" Robert, whose frame was already starting to broaden, laughed heartily. "You deserve the most credit, Earl Jason is second, and I will reward you both handsomely. My Treasurer."

Although he has become a bit wider, his strength and speed are probably still top-notch, and he may gradually transform into a giant tank.

"I am here, Your Majesty." The effeminate and obsequious Little Finger appeared, a smile on her face.

"Count out every single coin, and make sure you give enough to my hero, the golden dragon," Robert commanded.

"Yes, Your Majesty!" Littlefinger nodded, then smiled. "I will never let Lord Arthur and Earl Jason down."

"I will bestow upon you an even greater honor," Robert boasted. "You were the vanguard of the Riverlands pacification forces in this rebellion."

Robert bypassed Horst and assigned Arthur to the position of Vanguard General, making Arthur's current status roughly equivalent to that of Randall.

Although it was a slap in the face, no one dared to disobey the king's orders.

"Thank you, Your Majesty! I have long wanted to cleave Baron in two and present his head to Your Majesty," Arthur said.

"Such a sweet mouth, such a ruthless hand." Littlefinger thought to himself as he looked at Arthur that he would never become a proper knight in his life, relying only on the golden dragon and his brains.

Littlefinger had no idea that he would run into his colleague so soon after starting work in King's Landing.

The little bat speaks sweetly, but he also rises through the ranks thanks to chaos, and is full of ambition.

But Littlefinger won't unveil Arthur's secrets; instead, he'll say a few good words for him. The more people like that there are, the more chaos is likely to ensue.

"A promising and thoughtful young man, it's a pity he's not one of us." Jon Arryn took a deep breath; he understood where his worries came from.

Robert enjoyed eating, drinking, and having fun, and he also admired this kind of knightly warrior.

But Arthur was sweet-talking and incredibly brave, which made Robert very fond of him.

Given time, the Tully family will suffer the humiliation of being squeezed out of the market.

But the king was in high spirits, and old Erin had no intention of interfering, hoping only that his feeling was wrong.

This child is a true knight, not a schemer.

"That's unnecessary." Robert waved his hand. "Leave that old idiot Baron to me; my hammer hasn't deteriorated yet."

"Take these heads with you. When I set foot on the Iron Islands, I will show him just how much his arrogance has cost him," Robert commanded, and the Iron Guards collected the heads of Baron's sons.

"If there's nothing else, you may leave," Jon Arryn said. "You can wait at Harrenhal or King's Landing. When the royal army marches out, you'll travel along the Kingsroad to Seafront."

The Stark army's southward march, and even the royal fleet's operation, will take some time. This war may last from the beginning to the end of the year, so there's no need to rush.

"Yes, Your Majesty, Your Excellency the Prime Minister." Arthur rose to take his leave, not intending to linger in the Red Keep.

"I think this Baron is a madman!" Jon Arryn exclaimed, looking at Baron's son's head.

He had also witnessed the death of his heir, the darling of the valley, on the battlefield; thankfully, now he was witnessing the deaths of other young people.

"I think he wants a beating," Robert scoffed.

The Greyjoy Rebellion has a strong element of misunderstanding.

But considering Baron's actions, it's actually quite normal.

The first rebellion killed his own father, the second rebellion killed his son, and the third rebellion in the future will kill him.

This person didn't have much of an opinion on the battle situation or the opportunities for fighting. His idea was to grab something and run, and if he got hurt, he would just move to another place and grab something else.

After being defeated in the Reach, he went to conquer the Westerlands and the Riverlands. After failing in those two places, he began to target the North, specifically picking on the weaker opponents.

If Baron does something like that, Robert will probably have to burn incense for him.

Balon became Robert's stepping stone, drawing the attention of the Seven Kingdoms to himself and further enhancing Robert's prestige.

After leaving the Red Keep, Arthur rode his horse straight down Steel Street without stopping.

Putting everything else aside, he also wanted to give Tob a little surprise.

"A big deal has come!" Arthur said excitedly as he entered Tob's blacksmith shop.

"Lord Arthur!" Tob was overjoyed; this big client had arrived just like that.

Arthur's reputation is growing, and such an outstanding client greatly benefits Tob's reputation.

"I want you to forge a Valyrian steel sword for me," Arthur said. "Do you want to?"

"I've been dreaming about it!" Tob exclaimed, his voice trembling. "I love it so much."

Unfortunately, Valyrian steel swords are scarce, leaving little room for showcasing skills.

"Now you have it!" Arthur said to the blacksmith, then took out his Nightfall sword. "Refurbish this sword properly, and from now on, it won't be called Nightfall, but the Messenger of Darkness."

"A genuine Valyrian steel sword!" The blacksmith gasped.

Is this young master Arthur truly possessed by a warrior spirit, able to get his hands on things so easily?

"Can you make it like this?" Arthur handed his blueprints to the blacksmith. The blade and tip remained the same, but the hilt was transformed into the shape of a black bat with outstretched leather wings.

The blade is currently not wide.

If Arthur gets another one, he can create a two-in-one Dark Messenger.

"Is it difficult?" Arthur asked Tob.

Blacksmith Tob laughed heartily, then looked at Nightfall with a reverent gaze.

"Lord Arthur, you've come to the right person, especially since we're partners. Valyrian steel swords are exceptionally stubborn, but you only asked me to change the shape of the hilt for you, which is already quite easy."

"Very good. From now on, there will be no nightfall, only the messenger of darkness!" Arthur was very satisfied.

"To be honest, this is the first time in all these years that I've had the opportunity to modify a Valyrian steel sword. You're truly amazing," the blacksmith said excitedly.

Too many Valyrian steel swords have been lost; each one is priceless, and even fewer are now available on the market.

"This sword comes from war, and it will be used in war," Arthur said.

"I understand," the blacksmith nodded. "It's a great honor to serve for this divine weapon. Don't worry, I'll prioritize this task; the apprentices can handle the other armor-making. But you'll need to wait a little longer."

"We can wait outside," Arthur said.

The blacksmith then summoned several of his most capable subordinates to help him, but only he knew the most crucial runes and steps.

After Arthur waited for a long time, Tob finally arrived with the oilcloth.

After the oilcloth was removed, the newly born Dark Messenger became even more imposing.

The original sword guard has been transformed into a giant black bat with eyes carved from obsidian.

The large bat spread its wings, and the outer edge of the bat had a layer of golden color.

"I changed the edges of those gilded sea monster tentacles to the color of bats," the blacksmith explained. "If you don't like it, I can change it again."

"No need, this is fine!" Arthur said with satisfaction.

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