Starting from Ainz Ooal Gown, simultaneously traveling through time

"Just a little bit, really just a little bit." Leylin shook his finger, his expression sincere.

The king watched his son make that familiar gesture of pinching a tiny gap between his thumb and forefinger, and inexplicably remembered that he had made the same gesture two days ago, which resulted in a huge commotion.

"Is the 'little bit' you're referring to the same 'little bit' as it was two days ago?"

The king narrowed his eyes, his tone clearly skeptical.

Leylin pretended to think about it seriously for a moment, then slightly increased the distance between his fingertips.

Leylin chuckled, "Well, this time it might be just a tiny bit bigger than that 'little bit,' just a tiny bit!"

Looking at his son's "I'm very obedient" expression, the king smiled, but a vein throbbed faintly on his forehead.

It looks like I can see several "well" characters on it.

"Yeah, that 'small' thing you did the other day was really something else."

The king sighed and began to calculate the accounts.

"Giving away dozens of magical weapons in one go! Those who know the truth will think it's Your Highness's generosity, but those who don't will think you're emptying my treasury to buy off the army!"

Lei Lin waved his hand innocently: "Father, you're wronging me. That's all my own private money. It has nothing to do with the national treasury's reserves. I checked the accounts myself."

The king nodded, his expression softening slightly.

He did indeed verify this afterwards, and even went so far as to expose two corrupt officials, repeatedly confirming that the weapons did not come from the royal treasury.

But this raises an even bigger question: if it wasn't from the national treasury, then where did this considerable number of well-made magical weapons come from?

A folk blacksmith master? Which master could have the ability to mass-produce top-tier magical weapons?

"Where did you get those weapons you gave those soldiers, the ones called 'Valirian Steel Swords'?"

As the king spoke, he picked up a sheathed longsword from beside the bed and slowly drew it.

The blade displays a unique wave pattern, gleaming with a chilling light; it is one of the Valyrian steel swords.

Leylin had previously submitted a detailed list of rewards, so the king naturally had a way of obtaining a sample.

Not only swords, but also chainmail and plate armor bearing the same "Valirian" prefix.

These items are of extremely high quality, far superior to ordinary magical items.

"Valeria..." the king stroked the sword's blade. "Is that a place name, or the name of a craftsman?"

Looking at the sword in his father's hand, Lei Lin knew that the old man must have gotten it himself to study it.

Leylin answered frankly, "Valirian steel swords naturally come from Valyria."

"Valeria? How come I've never heard of this place before?" The king frowned, searching his memory but finding no relevant records.

"That was an ancient country that was destroyed in history, very, very far away from Inberia. It's normal that you haven't heard of it."

Leylin explained without changing his expression, but inwardly he thought, "Of course I've never heard of it; it's from a world away..."

"A destroyed ancient kingdom? A distant land?" the king murmured repeatedly, seemingly believing it to some extent.

On this continent, there are many remnants of human civilization destroyed by alien races, so it's not surprising that there's another "Valeria".

Considering that his son can use high-level teleportation magic, often appearing and disappearing unpredictably, and can unearth treasures from some distant ruins, it's not unreasonable.

"So, all this equipment... is a relic you found in the ruins of that ancient kingdom?" the king pressed.

"Yes," Leylin nodded in agreement.

While Rayleigh in the Game of Thrones universe did indeed excavate Valyrian ruins, these were all handcrafted by him.

However, we shouldn't tell the old man these details, lest we frighten him. He's getting old, and his heart needs to be taken care of.

The king understood that if dozens of standard-issue equipment were unearthed from the ruins of an ancient civilization at once, while extremely lucky, it was still within the realm of possibility.

His tone softened, tinged with a hint of admonition: "Even so, don't be so extravagant with rewards in the future. You've already received these few dozen treasures; if you give them all away in one go, what will you use to reward the soldiers who make even greater contributions in the future?"

Leylin blinked, his tone relaxed: "Father, who said I only have a few dozen pieces?"

"Hmm?" The king was taken aback. "How much do you have left?"

"Not a particularly large number," Leylin estimated his production plan for the next few days, "but it should be around ten thousand or eight thousand."

"How much?!" The king's voice suddenly rose, thinking he had misheard.

"Tens of thousands," Lei Lin repeated clearly.

The king opened his mouth, but remained silent for a long time. This kind of magical weapon was not just a slightly sharp enchanted item with a faint glow; it was genuine elite equipment.

While the royal treasury may contain treasures, collecting tens of thousands of weapons of the same quality? That's a pipe dream!

If he had such resources, he would have already armed a sharp-edged army that could sweep through the surrounding area!

"You…" The king's voice was hoarse, filled with disbelief, "Have you emptied the entire arsenal of that country?!"

"More or less," Leylin smiled, offering no further explanation.

There isn't that much stock in my personal storage right now, but I can get some more by working overtime for a few days. It's no problem to borrow some in advance.

The king's breathing became rapid involuntarily.

If such a vast quantity of high-quality magical weapons truly existed, it would be enough to completely alter the military power structure of the kingdom!

Those neighboring countries that have been making trouble all along? They will no longer be a threat!

He swallowed hard, his throat bobbing, trying to maintain a fatherly composure, but the longing in his eyes was almost overflowing.

"Well, my dearest son," the king's voice softened unconsciously, even taking on a rare, almost pleading tone.

"Could you... um, spare some of these Valyrian steel swords for your father? Just a few hundred will do!"

As soon as the words left his mouth, the king felt a little embarrassed.

It is extremely improper for a monarch to "ask" his own son for something.

He also knew that these were the fruits of his son's personal adventures, and rightfully belonged to Leylin. Even as his father and king, he had no right to forcibly demand them.

But... those weapons are just too tempting! This concerns the safety and future of the kingdom!

"At worst... it's just borrowed!" the king thought to himself, trying to save face.

"As for returning it... why should we be so clear about things between father and son? After I pass away, won't everything that's mine be his anyway?"

Seeing his father's expression—wanting something but too embarrassed to ask directly, trying to appear calm while his eyes gleamed—Leylin couldn't help but laugh.

"Since Father has spoken, what's a few hundred rounds?" Before he finished speaking, he casually waved his hand.

A faint light flashed across the open space of the palace, and then, Valyrian steel swords gleaming with cold light, and exquisitely patterned chainmail and plate armor, piled up like a metal wave that appeared out of nowhere.

In the blink of an eye, a small mountain of steel, shimmering with magical light, was built up beside the king's bed!

With a little work, this size could be used to cast a small Iron Throne.

If Rayleigh from the Game of Thrones world saw this small mountain made of Valyrian steel, he would probably be envious for a while, and then think about building an even more magnificent Iron Throne for himself.

The king's eyes widened instantly, all his composure and dignity completely shattered by the sight of this treasure mountain before him.

His world seemed to consist only of this captivating metallic sheen.

"Father, these should be enough for a while, right?" Leylin asked with a smile.

"Enough! That's enough!" The king's voice was filled with barely suppressed excitement as his gaze swept intently over the pile of equipment.

This is more than enough; it's more than enough to arm his elite 800-man Royal Guard!

Once fully armed, these 800 men will be invincible, and defeating an army of 10 will be a piece of cake!