The flas licked up the legs, slapping against the surface of the armor, only to emit a few crackling sounds.
The silver-gray armor plates shimred with a subtle reddish-gold glow in the firelight, like a giant tal beast in molten lava, striding steadily through the fire.
The craftsn and knights watching held their breath collectively, and it was only when Weir erged from the other side of the Fire Wall unscathed that they burst into long-suppressed exclamations of amazent.
"This armor... can really withstand fire!"
Mike couldn’t help but laugh heartily, exclaiming, "The inner layer is Cold Iron with an Ice Crystal heat insulation coating, plus that layer of Fire Scale Iron Powder spray, not to ntion the Fire Wall, even in the Hell of lava, it won’t burn through in the slightest!"
Louis nodded slightly, his gaze on that set of battle armor growing increasingly pleased.
"Very good, Mike, this is more than just a set of armor," he said in a low but approving tone, "It’s the last line of life-saving defense for the soldiers on the battlefield. You truly did well."
"That’s because your design was excellent!" Mike grinned, speaking with genuine admiration, "We just followed your few design suggestions in forging, and sure enough, we forged sothing remarkable."
After various tests, it was confird that there were no issues with this armor.
Weir, clad in the brand-new armor, ca to Louis’s side, beaming, "Lord, this armor is so comfortable to wear, I even feel like taking it for morning exercise."
Louis replied half-jokingly, "After mass production, no one will stop you from wearing it to sleep."
He paused for a mont and added, "Take it off, let try it too."
At his words, the craftsn hurriedly dismantled the armor from Weir and fitted it onto Louis.
Louis put on the armor and began a demonstration of standard combat maneuvers.
Lunge, sword swing, roll, dodge—every move was smooth and natural, without any feeling of constraint.
He even perford better than Weir, as this armor was made for an adult male’s body, while it was slightly larger for Weir.
Seeing the Lord’s impressive agility, Mike and the nearby craftsn had eyes that shone brightly, exchanging excited glances with each other.
Louis, anwhile, experienced the armor’s breathability and flexibility, which far exceeded his expectations.
Although its defense wasn’t on par with the Empire’s top-level Fine Steel Armor, for the special task against the Nest corpse, this armor was undoubtedly the most suitable weapon.
Louis stopped his movents, pondered for a mont, and made a suggestion: "The overall performance is very good, but I suggest adding padding layers at the neck and knee areas."
He explained, "In long-duration high-intensity combat, if these areas are pressed for too long, it may cause temporary numbness, affecting judgnt and response."
Mike showed a smile of admiration, imdiately taking out his notebook to carefully record this improvent suggestion.
Satisfied, Louis nodded and then announced the reward plan: "Each craftsman involved in the design will receive 30 Gold Coins, and each participant in the crafting will receive 5 Gold Coins."
As his words fell, the workshop erupted into cheers.
The craftsn patted each other on the shoulders, their smiles brilliant enough to spark flas.
"This is thirty Gold Coins! Normally, you’d have to work overti to have a chance to earn this much!" An old craftsman excitedly rubbed the calluses on his hands, his eyes shining.
"Gold Coins are nothing! The main thing is the Lord’s personal recognition, which is the greatest honor for us!" a young apprentice shouted excitedly, his voice full of respect and pride.
The entire workshop beca lively and united.
Amidst the excitent, Louis turned to Mike and asked, "How’s the material preparation going?"
Mike answered confidently, "Everything is in place, just waiting for your command."
"Alright, then let’s begin the manufacturing process."
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