Fredrinn Firecrown: The Weakest Villain

Chapter 133: Equipment Production

"How should I deal with these guys?" Fredrinn muttered helplessly as he looked at the muscular unicorns around them.

If he let these guys fly to the estate, it would cause a commotion and even alert the nearby martial households.

Once their presence was revealed, the household would be under strict scrutiny which might cause some conflict with the other martial households or even the royal family.

"What should I do?" Fredrinn pondered deeply with a troubled look on his handsome face.

"Why don't you let them return to that separate dimension?" Daphne suggested while touching her chin. Her thoughtful expression looked cute.

When Fredrinn heard her suggestion, his eyes lit up. "Oh, right! Why didn't I think of that?!"

He stared at the flute in his hand. "But how do I summon thay rift? Will it appear if I play the flute?" He scratched his head. There were no detailed instructions on how to use this item so he didn't know if it'll work.

"I'll just try it." Fredrinn brought the flute to his lips and started playing a melody.

The herd of Sword-horned Carnivorous Unicorn seemed to be affected by the melody. They all became still as if they were hypnotized.

Suddenly, a whirring sound echoed from above as a crack appeared in the space.

"It really appeared!" Fredrinn exclaimed in surprise.

When the rift became bigger and wider, the unicorns uniformly moved in a straight line and entered between the cracks in space.

Fredrinn only stopped playing the flute when all the unicorns had disappeared. "So I can summon them any time I want. How useful. No wonder this is a legendary-rated item."

Sometime later, the two returned to the estate.

***

Two weeks went by after Fredrinn advanced to the Nascent Soul realm, and the mining of the magic aquanite was finally completed. All the mined ores were stored in a secret vault to be prepared for smelting.

Inside the smithing workshop of the Firecrown Supreme Household.

Dozens of muscular workers and blacksmiths could be seen moving back and forth. Everyone was busy with the production of the new gear requested by Fredrinn.

At this moment, Fredrinn was inspecting the finished products together with Daphne and Roland.

"We followed the design you made, my lord. We added some gallantium and orichalcum in this armor, but is this really necessary for a mount?" Norman felt that it was overkill for a mount to have this kind of overpowered armor.

Fredrinn was pleased with the final product.

Finely Crafted Magical Beast Armor [Pseudo-Legendary]

- An armor crafted by a Master-rank Blacksmith with the help of a Master-rank Array Formation Maker. The ingredients used are top-tier materials, but the skills of the maker are quite lacking which resulted in an imperfect product.

Although it was deemed imperfect by the system, Fredrinn felt that it was powerful enough. In the Star Wind Kingdom, no mounts had this kind of armor. Heck! Even the royal guards didn't own one!

"You guys did great. This one should be a bit special since the magical beast that will wear is not an ordinary creature. You will see it when the time is right." Fredrinn chuckled.

"We still have enough materials to make 1000 more of this armor, right?"

"1000? Just where will you find that many mounts?" Even Roland was stunned by his ridiculous demands.

"I already have the mounts, father. Prepare to be shocked when you see them." Fredrinn laughed with a mysterious look.

Roland smiled wryly while shaking his head. "By the time we make all the gears for our army, the funds we received from the royal family will be depleted. We should expand our businesses. We might get broke if we don't do something."

"About that, do you still remember the herbs I ordered from Rain City?"

"You mean those cheap herbs stocked in our storage?"

"Father, they are only cheap now because people haven't discovered their value yet. However, once their true worth is revealed, the price of those cheap herbs will skyrocket! Believe me. We just need to wait for a few years. By then, our household might even surpass the entire kingdom in wealth." Fredrinn whispered the last sentence.

Hearing this, Roland stared at his son with an incredulous look. This kid was speaking nonsense again. Last time he told him that they would have their own flying beast cavalry. And now, he was telling him that their wealth would surpass the entire kingdom in just a few years. It was truly ridiculous.

However, for some reason, a small part of him believed that his son was telling the truth. This small belief made him trust Fredrinn's decisions despite them bordering insanity.

The trio soon left the smithing workshop and headed straight to the training grounds where the army was undergoing rigorous training.

After one month of repetitive training, the ten thousand-man army had already transformed into an elite force. Their cultivation had also been strengthened significantly. The ones who showed the most shocking progress were still the Black Flame Heavy Cavalry. Furthermore, from their initial member count of five hundred, they had already doubled in size.

"By the way, I received a report from my elite unit that some people are lurking near the mining site," Roland said as they walked along the training grounds.

"I've already heard of it from my subordinates. I'm told that those people are spies sent by the Evergreen Supreme Household. They tried to infiltrate the mine a couple of times, but we managed to intercept them."

"I see. So it was your people's work. It seems like my worries are unnecessary." Roland laughed while shaking his head. He had been secretly investigating those suspicious people, but his men hadn't discovered anything substantial. He never thought that Fredrinn had already uncovered their identities.

"What should we do with them, father? We didn't kill them since they are members of the Evergreen Supreme Household, but they still showed no signs of stopping their investigation even after we captured their men." Fredrinn was starting to get annoyed with those people. He finally realized why the old librarian, Alfred, hated their guts.

"Let's wait for now. Our soldiers are still not ready so we better not do anything rash."

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"Fine…"