My Fusion System: Fusing a Thousand Chickens at the Start

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Chapter 11: Thornvest and Stormsword
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation  Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

“A total of twenty silver coins, four complete sets of armor, five swords, and some jewelry.”

Watson fiddled with the stuff on the ground.

They had all been left behind by Wesley and the others. The heavy armor and the one-meter-long thin sword were shining, a clear sign that it was made with high-quality steel. After glancing at them, Watson looked at his brother, who was wearing cloth clothes and said, “Big Brother, these people all have armor on them. Why don’t you have any? Do you have such superior strength that you wouldn’t need any armor to defend your body?”

“What do you mean by superior strength? I’m just a Iron-tier warrior. Do you think I wouldn’t want to wear any armor? Each armor is worth ten silver coins. I’ve worked under Liszt for so long, and I’ve only saved eight silver coins. Five of them were used to buy this weapon.”

Vincent smiled bitterly and pointed at the heavy sword in his hand.

The heavy sword, which was as thick as a door, was not made of steel but black iron. Compared to steel, black iron was more brittle and easier to break.

Unlike other people who had worked in the Liszt Manor for ten to 20 years, he had only worked for a few years. Being able to save nearly ten silver coins was all the result of his hard work.

“In that case, I’ll make a suit of armor for you, Big Brother,” Watson said after thinking for a while.

It was a waste to put these armors here. He had the Super Fusion System, which could fuse four sets of armor together and definitely increase its performance by ten times.

“You can make armor too?” Vincent had a strange look in his eyes.

Blacksmithing was a rare and respectable profession in the entire Holy Dragon Kingdom.

When Vincent bought his huge sword, he had seen the process of blacksmithing with his own eyes. Those blacksmiths were all big and burly men. They used hot hammers and stuck tens of thousands, perhaps even hundreds of thousands of times, before they could forge a decent weapon. The process could be as short as a few days or as long as a few months. He did not expect his little brother, who had thin legs and arms, to also know how to forge.

Aside from knowing magic, Watson was also a Silver-tier warrior. In addition, he knew how to forge too, despite only being ten-years-old. Where did he learn so many things?

The weapons in this world were the same as the cultivation levels. They were also divided into Iron, Bronze, Silver…and so on. The corresponding level of defensive equipment could withstand the attacks of the same level. For these professions, a handy weapon was enough to multiply their combat strength by several times.

For example, just now, if Vincent had a Bronze-tier sword and a set of Bronze-tier armor, he would have been able to defeat Wesley and the others without Watson’s help. Unfortunately, a Bronze-tier weapon was worth a hundred gold coins and he could not afford it.

“Don’t worry, Big Brother. I only know a little about forging. I might not be able to forge anything decent, so please don’t be so hard on me,” Watson said modestly.

Vincent heaved a sigh of relief instead. If Watson said that he could forge an excellent defensive tool, he really would call Watson a monster.

Even if Watson was extraordinarily talented, it seemed that there were still some things that he could not do and immediately offered some words of comfort, “It doesn’t matter. These weapons belong to others anyway. It doesn’t matter if they’re broken! You’ll need to use the forging table when you’re forging, right? I know a few nearby blacksmiths. I’ll bring you there when I have the time.”