"Surely you must be exaggerating, right?"
Arriving at the entrance of the Blacksmith Guild, a look of slight disbelief adorned Alvin's face as he looked at the two people that greeted him.
"Of course, it's not that I don't believe that you have the capability to do so," the old man continued, his gaze shifting towards Valyr. "However, for you to claim that it has the possibility to improve our side's chances in the war is…"
"Wait… that's what you told him?" As he listened to the words that left Alvin's mouth, Byron soon looked at the young man beside him with slightly widened eyes, only to then let out a chuckle in amusent.
"Then again, that kind of ssage would indeed catch their attention."
Valyr let out a bit of laughter in response. "It wouldn't make sense if I were to tell them it's an urgent matter, so I just decided to be frank."
"…It seems you two have concocted a sche of sorts." Taking in a deep breath to compose himself, Alvin eventually looked at the two with a serious expression, faintly giving off a feeling of a father admonishing his sons.
"I hope there contains at least a hint of your truth in your ssage, Ylvar," he said. "If not, even your master wouldn't be able to help you avoid receiving a punishnt from the Imperial Production Guild."
"Rest assured that we've asked you to co here for a good reason, Elder Alvin," said Valyr in response, understanding that now was the ti to stop joking around.
"I do apologize if the prior conversation between Sir Byron and I made it seem like the entire thing is a joke of sorts."
"Don't worry." Elder Alvin faintly shook his head, his expression slightly easing up. "It would be petty of to be angry at you two just for that."
"However, do keep in mind that although I've co here to the empire at your request, I'm also acting in official capacity as a representative of the Imperial Production Guild."
"I understand." Briefly looking at each other for a bit, Byron and Valyr eventually nodded back at Alvin's words.
"Since that's the case, then I shall not beat the bush any further," said the latter, turning around as the three of them entered the main hall. "Let us head to my workshop."
Hearing those words, a few possibilities began to pop up within the old man's mind. "Have you crafted a new piece of equipnt that could be used in the frontlines?"
"It would be more accurate to say that I've improved upon the design of one," replied Valyr, his tone a mix of calm and confidence.
"As far as I rember, you've only contributed two items that have been widely spread throughout our side on the frontlines." Mulling over the young man's words for a bit, Alvin briefly scrunched his eyebrows. "Which one of the two is it?"
"The arquebus," the young man answered, which unsurprisingly caused the latter to look at him in surprise.
"The arquebus?" The old man could not help but repeat as he asked for confirmation, feeling as if his entire world was being shaken to its very core at the mont.
To him, it was already a monuntal feat for a prodigy like Valyr to be able to invent the arquebus. After all, with the current state of technology throughout Veldanyr, the fact that the young man could use far more advanced technology to that level was already astounding.
Yet, in just a bit over a year, Valyr was able to improve upon the design of the arquebus even further?
'Whenever soone upgrades an item they've made themselves, it usually takes them a few years to make massive improvents on it,' thought Alvin to himself, recalling the various blacksmiths he had t that did the sa thing.
'After all, one would need to accumulate both experience and knowledge to be able to improve upon it.'
'Has the Herald actually accumulated a lot of knowledge and experience over the past year?' The old man felt a hint of doubt as he asked this question to himself. 'Or has he only made marginal improvents to the arquebus?'
'…'
'…Well, whether the forr or the latter turns out to be the case, it'll all co to light once I set my eyes upon it.'
…
"We've arrived."
Leading both Byron and Alvin to his private workshop, a faint smile adorned Valyr's face as he allowed the latter to gaze upon the massive number of copies he still had conjured around his workshop.
"This…" Stopping in his tracks as he looked at so of the translucent entities within the workshop, Alvin eventually noticed that their build and structure was quite similar to the young man in front of him.
"Are those… a result of your skills?" asked the old man after looking at them for a bit more, feeling a slight sense of awe at the sheer number of copies he could see within his vision.
"They are." Valyr nodded, slowly making his way to the pile of firearms that failed to et the empire's requirent. "Though their placent makes it obvious what I use them for, it took a long ti for to get them to work to that degree."
"Is that so?" Alvin faintly nodded in understanding, briefly imagining in his mind how the copies would help the young man during the forging process.
However, just as he was beginning to wrap his head around what Valyr was currently capable of, the old man's thoughts seemingly ca to a halt the mont he set his eyes upon the pile of Epic and Epic grade snaplocks in front of him.
"Are these… the improved arquebuses?" Giving himself so ti to regain his bearings, Alvin soon pointed at the pile of firearms before them, looking at the young man for confirmation.
"Yep." The latter nodded, a faint smile adorning his face. "Though, considering that I've omitted the most tedious chanic an arquebus has while forging them, I've given these firearms a different na."
"A different na?" Elder Alvin raised his eyebrow in curiosity. "Also, what chanic have you omitted, if you don't mind asking?"
"The need to lit a fla before using it," replied the young man, the smile on his face widening as he grabbed one of the better quality snaplocks in the pile.
"As for its na…"
"It's called a snaplock."
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