The military blacksmiths had seen far too many crystal-iron weapons.
Without the slightest exaggeration, once the spear fell into their hands, they had basically figured it out after looking it over, touching it, and weighing it.
However, considering that this was a task assigned by His Majesty and could not afford any mishaps, they had remelted it out of caution. This time, they could confirm it completely.
Zhou Xu was not particularly surprised by this answer.
He had never thought these special ores were unique. Other factions possessed Sharp Crystal as well, so this was not anything unusual in itself.
Even the Female Warrior Tribe and the Smith Republic might possess special ores. It was just that those ores were not on their trade lists. They were non-sale items—they would not bring them out for trade, much less give them to anyone.
Great Zhou was the same in this regard, so there was nothing more to say.
The night passed without incident. The following afternoon, Zhou Xu once again boarded the carriage sent by the Holy Roland Empire and went to have afternoon tea with Holy Roland I.
The Holy Roland Empire had not concealed this move from the other factions.
Even if the other factions saw it, they could not say anything about it.
The carriage soon arrived outside the courtyard. The moment Zhou Xu stepped down, he felt his right shoulder sink. Xuan Yu, which had originally been perched on top of the carriage, turned its head and landed on his shoulder, then kept nudging one side of his face with its head.
This move always felt like something it had learned from Qiansui.
Zhou Xu wore an expression of utter disgust.
That rebellious son, Xuan Yu, always became clingy around him after he disciplined it, it ran