This was a suit of full heavy armor, made from better material and with thicker plating.
Even the joints were covered in overlapping iron plates hammered out one blow at a time by the blacksmith.
From head to toe, it was completely clad in steel, armed to the teeth.
Even the heavy armor treasured by the Ferrera Family looked inferior to this one.
And with the blacksmith's exquisite craftsmanship, every detail had been perfected.
The entire suit radiated beauty and power. To a knight, it was simply more alluring than a wife.
Derek was no exception. Men always found it hard to resist weapons like this.
"Help me put it on."
As a level-three elite knight, Derek's physique was already considered exceptional in the eyes of ordinary people.
Even so, when the attendants fitted the heavy armor onto him piece by piece, he still felt its weight.
After taking a few steps, the clanging collisions of the armor filled him with an incomparable sense of security.
"Elite knights can already fight in heavy armor, but the burden is still considerable."
Derek silently made his assessment. Elite knights might be difficult for others to gather, but for him, it was only a matter of time.
After taking off the heavy armor again, Derek ordered, "I need more heavy armor—at least a hundred sets. Prepare horse armor as well."
Little Tru instinctively pulled a long face. After all, he still had other tasks to handle.
"I'll arrange another group of men for you. From now on, heavy armor and confidential weapons will be made here. Simpler weapons can be moved to Augusta City."
Derek intended to divide the blacksmiths into two groups. The more ordinary craftsmen could be sent out to make money.
The truly confidential work had to be hidden away.