Game of Thrones: My Weekend Trips to Earth Chapter 54 54

Leaving Jesse Hu's forge, Luke wasted no ti and headed straight for the suburbs of Santa Ana.

Here stood a factory that looked sowhat dated, with a slightly faded sign — "Andrew's Equipnt Workshop."

Unlike Jesse Hu's personal artistic studio, this place was larger, more like a small processing plant, but there were very few cars parked outside, making it seem rather quiet.

A young man with slightly curly hair and darker skin, about twenty-five or twenty-six years old, was anxiously looking around at the entrance.

Seeing Luke's car stop, he imdiately jogged over, his face full of eager — even slightly humble — smiles.

"Mr. Luke! Welco, welco! I'm Andrew, Andrew Garcia, the owner of this workshop. It's our honor that you ca in person!"

Andrew spoke quickly, introducing everything as he led the way.

"Although our workshop doesn't look big, it has a long history. My father's generation founded it. We mainly handle film and TV props, historical reenactnt gear, and custom protective equipnt. We have our own CNC machines, 3D printers, heat-treatnt equipnt, and a team of experienced craftsn! Especially our restorations of dieval armor and weapons — we have a solid reputation in the industry!"

He pushed open the heavy workshop door. Inside, the lighting was bright, filled with various machines and materials, but there weren't many workers, making the space feel sowhat empty.

Andrew's voice echoed through the workshop: "To be honest, Mr. Luke, the film and TV industry is highly competitive these days. A lot of props are outsourced to cheaper places, so old-school workshops like ours have been struggling.

"But! Our technology and craftsmanship are things assembly-line products can never match! Choosing us is definitely a wise decision! We will give you two hundred percent effort and skill to fulfill your requirents!"

Luke listened calmly to Andrew's slightly exaggerated sales pitch, his eyes scanning the workshop.

He could sense the workshop's difficulties, but he could also see from the details that they genuinely had technical depth.

"Andrew, there's no need for more pleasantries," Luke interrupted his endless chatter.

"I'm paying for results. Where are the items I ordered?"

"Right over here! We prepared a special display area just for you!"

Andrew hurriedly pointed to a curtained-off section deep inside the workshop.

When the curtain was pulled aside, the sight before Luke made him catch his breath.

Four full suits of plate armor stood like four silent steel warriors on custom stands.

They were not the heavy, clumsy museum replicas with large gaps at the joints. Instead, they were sleek, intricately structured masterpieces full of modern industrial beauty.

One suit was a dazzling gold finish that glead under the lights, with clean, powerful embossed patterns on the shoulder and breastplates. The helt was a modified Corinthian-style Greek design with a movable visor.

One was a matte dark gray, with sharper, more angular Gothic lines and pierced decorations, giving it a mysterious and nacing look.

One was a lavish silver-white, covered in intricate vine and rose engravings, full of Renaissance romance. The last was a rustic steel natural color, but the thickest and sturdiest of the set, with broad shoulder plates, a bulging breastplate, and a raw Norman-style power.

Andrew carefully approached the golden suit, his tone full of pride and a hint of flattery:

"Mr. Luke, these are the 'modern dieval full-plate armors' we custom-made for you based on the detailed blueprints and body scans you provided.

"The main structure is 95% aerospace-grade titanium alloy — at least 40% lighter than traditional steel armor, yet far stronger! All joint connections use Kevlar composite materials and high-strength nylon hinges to ensure maximum range of motion while providing excellent impact and cut resistance. The lining is sweat-wicking, breathable mory foam and fla-retardant fabric…"

Luke was no longer fully listening to Andrew's technical details. His entire attention was captured by the golden suit.

He reached out and gently stroked the cool tal surface. The touch was smooth and refined, with perfectly fitted seams. The faint vibration under his fingertips felt like the distant thunder of thousands of horses.

"Help put it on," Luke said, his voice low and carrying a trace of excitent he couldn't quite hide.

"Right away!" Andrew quickly called over several young employees who had been waiting nearby.

Among them were white, Black, and one Asian face — all in their early twenties, the "startup partners" Andrew had ntioned.

Luke first changed into a tight, one-piece under-suit with cushioning, sweat-wicking, and quick-dry functions.

Then, with the help of the staff, he began donning the suit like a dieval knight putting on the crystallization of modern technology.

Greaves, cuisses, faulds, breastplate and backplate, pauldrons, vambraces, gauntlets…

Each piece was carefully buckled and tightened.

The entire process took nearly ten minutes.

When the final golden helt — featuring a movable visor and a small dragon crest on top — was placed on his head and the visor clicked shut with a soft "clack," the armor was fully on.

Luke found that sound transmission was completely unaffected, and because it used high-quality "visor" optics, his field of vision was barely restricted.

He tested his movent.

Raising his arms, clenching his fists, twisting his waist, bending his knees, stepping… unexpectedly fluid!

The joint design was exquisitely clever. There was almost none of the clunky "clank-clank" restriction of traditional plate armor. His movents were as smooth as if he were wearing a special bodysuit.

He tried jogging in place, jumping, and even perford a cartwheel and a backflip!

The armor produced low, pleasing tallic sounds with his motions, but it didn't hinder his balance or agility in the slightest!

"My God…" Andrew and the other employees gasped audibly.

They had seen plenty of people try on armor, but never anyone who could move so fluidly while wearing a full suit of plate!

Luke walked over to a huge full-length mirror.

In the reflection stood a "holy knight" straight out of an epic ga or top-tier CG animation!

The golden armor flowed with luxurious and majestic light under the lamps. The perfect body proportions, every plate fitting his physique exactly, and the dragon crest gleaming brightly on the breastplate.

He slowly raised his right hand and perford several sword parries and strikes. The knight in the mirror moved with him, full of power and beauty.

"Badass!" Luke couldn't help muttering. A smile spread across his face beneath the visor.

He walked to a nearby weapon rack holding the matching weapons he had requested.

He picked up a two-handed greatsword with one hand.

It was forged from high-strength alloy steel in the style of a dieval German zweihänder, with a thick blade nearly 1.6 ters long and weighing a full 18 kilograms!

Under normal circumstances it would require both hands and full strength to wield, but with Luke's 11 Strength, it felt weightless. He swung it effortlessly with one hand!

He also picked up a kite shield made of the sa titanium alloy, sword in his right hand and shield in his left, striking a combat stance.

The clash and scrape of tal echoed through the workshop, sending chills down the spine.

Next, he tried a long spear, thrusting forward in a charging motion, full of imposing montum.

Under the stunned gazes of everyone present, Luke tried on the other three suits of armor one by one.

Each had a different style and emphasis, but without exception they fit his body perfectly, offering outstanding protection and unprecedented flexibility.

He could already picture himself wearing these armors, charging across the battlefields of Westeros.

After a long while, Luke contentedly removed the final suit. His eyes shone even brighter.

Andrew rubbed his hands together, his face filled with barely contained anticipation and nervousness: "Mr. Luke, are you satisfied?"

"Very good. It exceeded my expectations."

Luke nodded and gave his approval.

He walked to the last display rack, where a garnt resembling a combination of chainmail and a bodysuit hung.

"What is this…" Luke touched it. The feel was light yet tough.

"This is a 'chain soft armor' made using titanium alloy powder 3D printing technology for seamless construction," Andrew explained eagerly.

"The surface mimics the appearance of dieval chainmail, but the internal structure is far more scientific and much lighter. We've laminated multiple layers of Kevlar fiber and new ballistic materials on both the inner and outer surfaces."

"Our tests show it provides excellent defense against sword slashes, arrow stabs, and even 9mm pistol rounds and so rifle rounds at longer ranges!"

"Of course, at point-blank range or with larger calibers it would still be dangerous. But as an under-layer or light protection, it is absolutely top-tier!"

Luke tried on the "soft armor." It fit perfectly and felt almost weightless.

"Excellent."

He looked at Andrew and finally gave a genuine smile:

"Andrew, I've seen your team's skill and dedication. Pack up all these armors, weapons, and the soft armor and deliver them to the warehouse address I'll send you. Then contact my assistant, Ms. Monica Chance, and my bank manager, Mr. Bruce Miller."

He paused, then spoke the words Andrew had been most anxiously waiting to hear:

"I've decided to acquire 'Andrew's Equipnt Workshop.' You and your team — if you're willing — can all stay on with improved benefits."

"In the future, I will need you to produce more and better 'equipnt' for . Not just armor and cold weapons, but possibly other… 'special' protective gear and tools as well."

Andrew froze for two seconds, then his face exploded with imnse joy. He nearly jumped for joy!

"Thank you so much, Mr. Luke! We will not disappoint you! We'll start packing and handling the handover right away!"