Up until now, the knights of his order had handled their own gear repairs. But with the new workshops set up in the northern district, they could finally leave it to the professionals.

Reinhardt recalled the numerous training swords and gear he had abused while adjusting to his new powers. That alone would make up a small mountain. Factoring that in with the numerous training equipment and artifacts used by his squad…

It was a good thing that they set up this northern district.

With those thoughts in mind, he entered one of the workshops.

The front was a small wooden house with a lot of weapons and gear on display. Further inside was the forge, exuding intense heat.

The forge was quite big with numerous employees working inside. That said, compared to the Dawn Forge, which was an underground city built by dwarves, it was nothing.

Noticing Reinhardt's entrance, the master smith hurried out, wiping soot from his muscled forearms.

"Lord Governor, how can I help you?" The man's eyes shone with excitement; after all, the city's most important bigshot had just walked into his shop.

Reinhardt acknowledged the other party's presence before speaking his request.

"Could you have a look at this?" He showed him the spare sword he had been using as a replacement for his Solar Edge.

Even after being abused by him, the sword was still intact and projecting a strong power. That said, no matter how strong a weapon was, it needed to be repaired every now and then.

"Oooh, let me check". The master smith's eyes widened as soon as the blade was unsheathed. He poked, tapped, and then gasped dramatically at the masterpiece that was in his hand.

"T-This is Mythril!!"

In his excitement, he forgot to keep his voice in check, allowing his words to travel out of the workshop and into the surrounding.

"Did I hear someone say Mythril?"

"My god, that mystical ore is here?!"

Soon, a crowd gathered in front of the workshop, their heads peering out of the door and windows.

It was the same inside, too. The master blacksmith's voice was so loud that even the other smiths working inside the forge ran out to see the mystical ore.

"To think I'll get to see a sword made of Mythril in my life again. Haha, truly incredible. What's more, it's not just Mythril that has been used here. I can see true gold Eldril, and a different kind of incredibly sturdy item in the mix," He spoke, studying the sword like a connoisseur marveling at his goods.

"Did you hear that? He said Eldril?!! My goodness, Mythril is already extremely difficult to meld as it is, but to think it could be mixed with Eldril!! This is madness".

The unwanted peanut gallery was starting to get annoying.

Reinhardt spoke in a hurry, "So what do you think? Can you service it?"

At that question, the master smith smiled bitterly and shook his head. "The level of technique and material used to craft this sword is something beyond me. You would at least need a Great Grandmaster level smith. There are only two of them in the whole of Solaris. I'm sorry to say this, but servicing the sword is beyond me".

The sword that the master smith was currently inspecting was none other than the one made by Bodhog. As he thought, he needed to visit Dawn Forge again if he wanted to service it.

"I see, in that case, what about these practice swords?".

"Ah yes, I can repair these ones. But can you tell me how they got in this condition? From what I can tell, these swords are all made from top grade materials".

Reinhardt's eye twitched. He couldn't exactly admit the embarrassing truth: "I went easy and still exploded them with my stats." So, as always...

"It's demons," he said with utter gravity. "Demons are a menace."

That's right, blame everything on demons. They were the scourge, the ultimate of all evil. Every fault, every misfortune, even the ones that were caused by one's own fault, can be blamed on them.

Reinhardt was a demon racist.

"Ah, I see. Please leave them with me, Lord Governor. I will make sure they are back in top condition."

The master blacksmith was happy to have so much work. The other looked at him with jealousy.

Seeing this, Reinhardt announced that there are thousands of swords, armors, and training gears that need to be urgently repaired and instructed them to find the acting vice commander of the Temple of Light in the knight headquarters.

"Long live the Governor".

"Long live the Governor".

By the time he left the northern district, the entire place was singing his praises. Why would they not? He practically brought a mountain of work and money for them.

They had only just opened their workshop, and their shops were relatively unknown. It would have taken them a long time to get any customers or earn money. However, now thanks to the governor, not only do they have plenty of work, but they will also be able to earn plenty of money too.

"You really know how to win over your populace," Eleanor commented, walking by his side.

"Let me tell you, it wasn't like this when I first came here. The city with more than ninety percent of its population in poverty was a mess. It is only thanks to Lord Reinhardt's conscious efforts to help them that the city was able to change," Melissa added.

The two women, one walking on his left, the other on his right, continued to gossip as they walked forward.

"Oh, you did tell me that it was quite rough when you first came here. But was it really that bad?"

"Hah, you don't even know the half of it. Let me tell you…"

With such a handsome man and women walking side by side, it was natural that they would draw attention.

Before Reinhardt knew it, he was being led by them.

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