Unas immediately teleported Brother Anton to Blackrock Depths. In the administrative hall of Shadowforge City, he found the person in charge of building the chapel appointed by Rendaen. After introducing them, he entrusted the chapel project to Brother Anton.
The future bishop must first act as a supervisor, building the chapel step by step. And since he is going to preach, he must first lay the groundwork for the masses.
This meant he had to supervise the construction while also preaching, which was far too much for him to handle alone. He would have to go back to the Monastery to find help. These tasks would keep Brother Anton busy for quite some time, leaving him no time to bother Unas.
Our Warden, having finally found some peace and quiet, figured it must be quite late and was preparing to return to the Canyon to rest when he was stopped again.
A young Dwarf bowed and said, "Lord of the Holy Light, the armor you commissioned from our guild has been completed. Please follow me to collect it."
It turns out to be the Thorium Brotherhood again, but this time it seems to be good news; the Judgement Armor is finally finished.
Unas followed the Dwarf through several streets and arrived at a tall steel building, from which came the clanging sound of hammering metal.
"This is the new headquarters of our Thorium Brotherhood in Shadowforge City. Lord, please feel free to visit us often. The weapons and armor here will certainly not disappoint you."
The young Dwarf probably didn't know he had looted Fran's collection, otherwise he certainly wouldn't have said that.
The two entered the main hall, which was bustling with people and filled with all sorts of cluttered boxes. They had just moved here, so it was still a mess and didn't look like a top-notch blacksmith guild at all.
Orphest, the guild master of the Thorium Brotherhood, was actually waiting at the gate. He bowed and greeted him, saying, "Please forgive my rudeness, Lord. Let's go to my new office on the top floor; the goods you ordered are there."
After climbing three flights of stairs, the two entered a room decorated with more than a dozen weapons. The atmosphere was somber and solemn, yet it felt strangely familiar.
The two took their seats, Orphest asked, "Does Your Excellency know whose place this originally belonged to?"
"Could it be Fran's?"
"As expected of you, sir, you guessed right away. This used to be Fran's largest shop in the city."
"Where is my armor?" Unas wasn't here to play a guessing game. The room was full of weapons and armor, but there was no sign of the Judgement Armor.
Orphest clapped his hands, and two burly Dwarves carried a large wooden chest out from the side door.
Before Unas could even rejoice, he discovered that the two Dwarves were none other than Stone Greystone and his assistant, who had previously "tricked" him.
"What's going on? You're the ones who made the Judgement Armor for me?"
"No, we've come specifically to apologize to you, sir." Stone Greystone and his assistant bowed deeply to Unas, their heads bowed.
It turned out that after realizing their deception had been exposed, the two had no choice but to seek help from the guild master. After hearing what had happened, Orphest flew into a rage, berating the two as fools who had alerted the enemy. Asking for a single item from someone could easily arouse suspicion, but he had no choice but to step in and clean up their mess, since it concerned the secret of the Thunder Hammer.
"I don't understand. Why are you apologizing to me?" Unas feigned ignorance. "I just came to retrieve my armor."
He ignored the two men and went straight up to pry open the wooden box. The room was immediately filled with golden light, and the various parts of the magnificent and exquisite armor were placed on soft cotton. It was obvious at a glance that it was the Judgement Armor.
Orphest then said, "The craftsmanship of the Judgement Armor is very complex, so the production cycle is very long. For the past two weeks, most of our manpower has been engaged in manufacturing war machines for His Majesty Rendaen, so the armor you commissioned has not been started at all."
"Then what's this set all about?" Unas picked up a gauntlet and held it up; it was the perfect size.
"It's from the guild members' own collection," Orphest explained. "Some members of the guild like classic equipment commissioned by outsiders and will have a set made for their own collection. This suit of armor is a case in point. The two of them spent a lot of money to buy it from Old John and had it urgently altered to fit adults, precisely as an apology to the adults."
"You even know my measurements. You've investigated very thoroughly," Unas said sarcastically.
"My lord, we were momentarily blinded by greed and attempted to deceive you. We dare not ask for your forgiveness, but only hope that you will not doubt the credibility of the Thorium Brotherhood." Stone bowed again.
"How could that be? In my eyes, a few bad apples can't affect the taste of a whole pot of porridge. The Thorium Brotherhood is still the best blacksmith guild in my heart," Unas, removing his gauntlets and beginning to change into new armor on the spot. "Especially after seeing this set of armor, I have absolutely no doubt about your craftsmanship."
It means I still have doubts about your credibility.
Seeing that he was willing to accept the armor, Orphest was slightly relieved and quickly smoothed things over, "The agreed price for this armor was ten thousand Gold Coins. You paid half as a deposit, and I've specially waived the remaining five thousand for you. This armor is now yours, and you can put it on immediately."
"Nonsense, I'm already putting it on!" Unas cursed inwardly, but said aloud, "Then hurry up and help me put it on."
He took off the standard silver armor of the Argent Dawn and put it into his backpack. With the help of three Dwarf blacksmiths, he quickly put on the Judgement Armor.
The armor was very light, but extremely hard. The main material Lightforging Iron, was a metal with a very high affinity for Holy Light. With just a little bit of Holy Power, the entire suit of armor shone brightly. It was a pity there was no mirror, otherwise I could have properly admired my handsome figure.
Of course, it's not just good-looking; it also has extremely strong defense against magic, especially dark magic.
Unas walked a few steps in the room, feeling more agile and relaxed than when he was wearing the silver armor, and finally a satisfied smile appeared on his face.
The three Dwarves breathed a sigh of relief, thinking they had finally satisfied this big shot. But after showing off for a while, Unas tossed several bags of Gold Coins out of his pouch. "There are probably five or six thousand Gold Coins here. I don't want to owe anyone money. Let's settle the debt. Goodbye."
"Wait!" Orphest exclaimed hastily, "Doesn't Your Lordship want to know the secret of the Thunder Hammer?"
"I really want to," Unas turned around, "But not from you liars."
"I swear on the honor of the Thorium Brotherhood that I will never deceive you again, my lord, and I will share the secrets of Thunder Hammer with you completely!"
Unas felt he had played his part in leaving enough, so he turned around and said, "I can listen first, but if I find any loopholes in the lies, we can never cooperate again."
"Of course, we will certainly explain everything to you frankly and openly."