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Lost in thought, Wright found himself back at the camp before he even realized it. Arvak had run tirelessly, bringing him to his destination.

The innate talents on the magics school and the Dragon Shouts hinted at profound origins. The previous transmigrator must have had these abilities as well. That raised an intriguing possibility: the dragons of this world might have been brought here by him. With two Dragon Shouts capable of summoning dragons, it all began to make sense.

No wonder Wright could absorb dragon souls in the Red Keep. These dragons were likely the descendants of those brought by the previous transmigrator. However, the magic of the Dragon Tongue appeared to have been lost over time, likely vanishing with the destruction of the Valyrian Freehold.

Even now, summoning Arvak seemed to enrich this world's magicka. If the previous transmigrator had opened a portal to this world through summoning rituals five thousand years ago, he might have brought dragons and magicka with him, linking the world to the Soul Cairn and elevating its magical levels.

For the Daedric Prince of the Elder Scrolls universe, however, this low-magic world held little value. It was populated only by humans and low-level magical beasts. Moreover, connecting to this world caused magicka to leak uncontrollably from their high-magic realm into this one — a losing proposition. This explained Hermaeus Mora's disinterest in the place despite its connection.

But how had that transmigrator learned magic, alchemy, and enchanting without a skill tree? The answer was obvious: books. His inventory likely contained tomes of knowledge, allowing him to study and master these crafts.

It was even possible that in his later years, the previous transmigrator invented new magics. For instance, he might have fused the powers of the dragon priest masks into his bloodline, creating families with innate abilities. The Targaryen ancestor Ahzidal, and the resistant to fire, might have been one such creation. The fourteen ancestors with diverse powers could have been his legacy, ensuring that his descendants remained formidable.

As for enchanting, the Valyrian Freehold's reliance on slavery made perfect sense. A steady supply of human souls would have been necessary to enchant Valyrian steel weapons.

These speculations explained many of the oddities surrounding Valyria, though the previous transmigrator's timing was critical. Arriving five thousand years ago meant he had a significant head start.

"He single-handedly created an entire civilization!" Wright mused, marveling at the scale of such an accomplishment.

Passing a massive crater along the roadside, Wright paused to sense the magicka lingering beneath the earth.

"This time, I wonder which treasure we've uncovered in this excavation."

"Lord Wright!"

A golden-haired slave greeted Wright at the entrance of his tent. He smiled and nodded at her, and she bowed her head before returning to her tasks. As Arvak approached the tent, Wright dismounted, organizing the items he had brought back. He called into the tent, "Nymeria, Tyene, come out and help me."

The two women emerged, only to wrinkle their noses at the sight of the scattered metal fragments on the ground.

"Where did you find this junk? It stinks!"

"This is no junk — it's valuable," Wright replied. "An entire set of Valyrian steel armor, along with two daggers and an axe. The smell comes from being soaked in Nightshade Water."

He began unloading the armor piece by piece from Arvak's back, tossing each onto the ground.

"Valyrian steel? Did you steal this or dig it up from some ruin?" Nymeria crouched down, disregarding the stench to examine the pieces more closely. Valyrian steel artifacts were highly prized and rarely sold, often commanding astronomical prices.

Tyene, meanwhile, pulled out a piece of blue dried meat from her sleeve and held it to Wright's lips. "You must be hungry, Wright. Have some jerky."

Wright took a bite, chewing as he said, "Calling it theft would be inaccurate — it was compensation given to me."

After a while, he unloaded all the armor components, patting Arvak in gratitude. The skeletal horse snorted, emitting a wisp of purple flame from its head before slowly disappearing.

Nymeria picked up a vambrace and asked, "Are you planning to wear this armor? It looks impressive."

"I could wear it," Wright said, "but I'm not a fan of the design. I plan to melt it down and craft a new set."

"You've only ever made small Valyrian steel trinkets before. Are you sure you can forge armor?" Tyene asked skeptically.

Wright, who had reached over level 90 in smithing, waved off her concern. "Making a full set of armor is no trouble for me, and besides, the enchantments on this set are subpar. Honestly, I can forge something far better."

He mused further, considering his ongoing excavation in the Valyrian ruins. If he could find the remnants of a Skyforge, learning to construct one would allow him to create new Valyrian steel ingots wherever he went, ensuring a steady supply of the precious material.

With Dragon Shouts, Ironflesh, and Ice Armor providing layered protection, even Euron's heavy crossbows couldn't pierce his defenses. Moreover, the possibility of discovering powerful artifacts or reaching level 100 in smithing meant that he might eventually forge dragonbone equipment—making this armor pale in comparison.

Unlike in games, where spamming iron daggers sufficed to max out smithing, Wright's progress required crafting increasingly complex items. He had even resorted to making clocks to gain experience, though it had yielded diminishing returns. This Valyrian steel project might finally push him to the peak.

Turning to Nymeria, he said, "Let me take your measurements. I'll melt down this armor and forge a custom set tailored for you. You're always in the thick of battle, and I'd feel better if you were properly protected."

Remelting Valyrian steel only required a slightly modified furnace, which their camp already had. For molds, Wright planned to use Mage Hand to shape the molten metal into precise forms.

He then addressed Tyene. "Tyene, I'll craft you a dagger specifically designed for poison infusion. Since your combat style leans toward support with healing magic, we'll focus on Nymeria's equipment first. I'll make something for you later."

"Really? What about yourself?" Nymeria was touched by Wright's thoughtfulness. A set of Valyrian steel armor was priceless and rare, yet he prioritized her needs over his own.

Tyene, who despised wearing armor and preferred dresses wherever she went, had little use for heavy gear. She rarely even carried weapons. However, the promise of a specialized dagger suited to her poison-based tactics delighted her. She handed Wright another piece of blue jerky, grinning.

"Me?" Wright smirked. "With all my defensive spells activated, I could probably hold my own against a dragon."

Wright chewed on the jerky, tilted his head back at a dramatic 45-degree angle, and gazed at the sky as if he were invincible.

"Dragons are extinct! Where exactly are you going to find one to fight?" Nymeria smacked him on the back, assuming he was merely putting on airs.

Wright glanced at the Valyrian steel armor, noting its weight and design. "This set is a men's heavy chainmail. If I melt it down and reforge it, your smaller frame would allow for a heavy plate armor set with some material to spare."

He then pulled two Valyrian steel daggers from his belt, tossing them onto the pile of armor. "One of these will be melted down for Tyene's dagger, and I'll combine the rest to craft a weapon."

From a nearby wooden post, he retrieved a Valyrian steel single-handed axe. "What about this axe? Does anyone want it?"

"You're not keeping it?" Nymeria asked, intrigued. "Let me try it out."

She took the axe and stepped aside to test its weight and balance, swinging it a few times.

Wright watched her and remarked, "The Baratheons use hammers or swords — they've never wielded axes. And honestly, this one isn't even aesthetically pleasing."

Nymeria stopped mid-swing, handing the axe back. "I've trained with spears and throwing knives since I was a child. Axes aren't my thing."

Wright considered the axe for a moment before tossing it onto the armor pile. "Fine, we'll melt it down too. I'll forge you a collapsible spear instead."

He then drew Dark Sister from his belt, contemplating whether to melt it down and forge something better. However, the mere sight of the sword often evoked memories of House Targaryen in others, and he thought it best to avoid unnecessary attention.

Nymeria stopped him. "Don't. This sword has significant historical value. Even if you don't use it, you should keep it as a collectible."

"Fair enough," Wright conceded, sheathing the sword. "This pile reeks. Let's leave it outside the tent. The magical wards around here will keep it safe. I'll head inside to draft an inventory list. You two can hand it to the slave master and have him procure the materials we need."

Eager to get started, Wright hurried into the tent with Nymeria and Tyene. Since both Nymeria's armor and spear, as well as Tyene's dagger, would be custom-made, their preferences needed to be considered. The first step was to sketch designs and discuss them thoroughly.