The trade fair was a great success. This novel method of product presentation was a breath of fresh air for the attending nobles, and after Wright's smooth-talking, many of them, caught up in the excitement, eagerly signed numerous contracts.
The surviving bankers from Lys were willing to relocate to Tyrosh, as Wright's rule ensured a more stable environment. Nobles from various regions purchased large plots of land in the city's main district, intending to build residences and trade liaison offices. In the inner city, the Volantene embassy had already broken ground.
Orders for Tyroshi pear brandy and Nymeria coconut liquor were booked solid until the following year. The demand for umbrellas from noble families had also skyrocketed, with wait times stretching to nearly a year. Almost every noble requested their house sigil to be carved into the umbrella handles, significantly extending the manufacturing process.
Tyroshi umbrellas were unique—crafted with metal ribs and enhanced through Wright's proprietary magical refinement process. The new white steel alloy, while slightly weaker than the original white steel, was more flexible and highly resistant to corrosion. These metal umbrellas were an exclusive business. Other metals rusted too easily, while wooden replicas, though feasible, lacked the quality of the Tyroshi originals. However, since the cheaper knockoffs were marketed to commoners rather than competing in the noble market, Wright had no intention of intervening.
Some products simply couldn't be produced in Tyrosh, but sitting on a large sum of money without reinvesting it would be a waste. Wright used the funds to place massive orders with the nobles—huge quantities of grain, two thousand sets of standardized military uniforms, large shipments of iron and steel ingots, and a peculiar assortment of plants and insects, which were meant for alchemical purposes.
Currently, the tallest building in Tyrosh was the Eye of Wright in the inner city. The second tallest was the Clock Tower in the main district. The third, nearing completion, was the Messenger Raven Tower, a joint investment by Wright and the Citadel, located at the edge of the main district.
Due to Tyrosh's unique geography, relying solely on ships for communication was far too slow. The Citadel had initially planned to establish only a small rookery in the ducal castle, but after Wright persuaded them—considering Tyrosh's economic positioning—they agreed to build a large-scale Messenger Raven Tower for visiting merchants to use. The Citadel would handle staffing and daily maintenance, while revenue from message fees would be split—eighty percent to the Citadel, twenty percent to Wright.
The nobles and merchants remained in Tyrosh, awaiting the Valyrian Steel Sword Auction scheduled for three days later.
Robert, Stannis, and Renly arrived two days before the auction. They had assumed the weapons Wright promised them were already forged, but to their surprise, the furnace had only just been built.
That evening, the city guard formed a human barricade far from the inner-city furnace, each soldier holding a torch to keep the curious nobles at bay.
A section nearby was arranged with dozens of chairs serving as a VIP area. Robert sat alongside Dofas Pennymion, engaging in idle chatter. This was their first formal diplomatic engagement with a foreign power, and lacking experience, they simply talked about anything and everything. The older and more distinguished attendees had seats, while the younger ones had to stand—but none of them minded. Just laying eyes on the massive dragon, as large as a castle, was thrilling enough.
Nymeria stood near the VIP area, her left arm around Tyene's waist and her right arm holding young Margaery. The three of them were deep in conversation about their unborn children.
Wright and Renly stood shirtless beside the furnace, with Wright explaining the smelting process. Renly would be assisting shortly.
Only mages who had activated their Flame Cloak could withstand the searing heat of Odahviing's dragonfire. Of those present, besides Wright and Renly, Ashara Dayne was also capable—but she was still a woman, and it wouldn't be appropriate for her to go shirtless and forge metal. So, Wright assigned her to maintain order outside instead.
This world lacked ebony ore, but five thousand years ago, a perverted traveler had devised a method to create Valyrian steel using iron, the Sky Furnace, magic, dragonfire, and enchantments. Though slightly inferior to ebony, it was still superior to anything else in this world.
The Sky Furnace itself wasn't that large, but Wright deliberately built an exterior frame inscribed with Valyrian glyphs, expanding its size to that of a small house. Surrounding it were numerous stone pillars, each carved with magic circles. When the furnace was ignited and bathed in dragonfire, the magic circles, reacting to the surge of magical energy, produced dazzling visual effects—mere illusions, in truth.
In the world of The Elder Scrolls, even a small village blacksmith could sell enchanted weapons and high-grade metals. When rare items were too abundant, they lost their value.
That's why Wright deliberately elevated the prestige of his products—crafting an image of luxury and exclusivity. Let them witness firsthand the immense effort required just to produce a single Valyrian steel ingot. Then, when it came to forging a finished weapon, wouldn't they be willing to pay even more?
Odahviing had already landed in the inner city square and was waiting. The enormous dragon head extended toward the furnace to listen as Wright explained, while Renly's small dragon, Peytvahaaz, was trying to pry at a scale even larger than itself on Odahviing's head.
Wright saw that the sky had grown dark and, speaking in High Valyrian, asked, "Renly, Odahviing, do you both understand the process?"
"No problem! Dragonbron!"
Renly also nodded.
He had learned all the techniques of Valyrian steel. Wright had arranged for a live demonstration, fully confident that they wouldn't steal the secrets.
The internal structure of the Sky Furnace was one thing, and the need for a specific magic to activate it was another. Wright had spent over a decade trying and failing to develop the magic himself, until he learned it through the oral teachings of the perverted man. Without this flame magic, the Sky Furnace would just be a large, regular furnace.
Additionally, the dragonfire needed to melt steel—currently, only Odahviing could produce this kind of fire. Renly's dragon wouldn't be able to achieve that kind of power for several decades.
The Valyrian Empire had fallen, and the Targaryen family had never possessed such techniques. The two dragon kings who survived the end of the world hadn't appeared for centuries. In this world, without Wright's help, it would be nearly impossible to gather these three essential elements.
Wright shouted to the side, "Gendry, bring the steel ingots!"
A strong young man, who resembled a younger Robert, led a group of blacksmiths pushing carts and brought several steel ingots to the furnace. Older nobles turned to look at Robert, who only laughed heartily without saying a word.
This batch of Valyrian steel was a bit larger than usual. Weapons for Robert, Stannis, and Renly, plus one to sell, and others for crafting thread for magic circles, as well as Renly's payment—two enchanted rings—would all come from it. Wright also planned to use some for dragonbone armor.
Gendry, skilled in blacksmithing and with special connections, was the designated Tyroshi city blacksmith supervisor. After this project, he would head to the Citadel to earn his craftsman rank. Once the ingots were added, the blacksmiths withdrew to the perimeter to watch.
"Open the furnace!"
At Wright's command, he and Renly activated their flame cloaks. Two tall, muscular fire figures approached the Sky Furnace, summoning fire sprites, one for each of the four corners of the circular furnace.
"Renly, activate the magic circle!"
Wright called out, then he and Renly crouched, each placing a hand on the ground to channel magic into the prepared magic circle.
"Oh!" The onlookers gasped.
As Wright and Renly poured magic into the circle, a massive circular magic array appeared on the ground around the furnace, covered in complex lines and Valyrian script. It emitted blue light, illuminating the once dark furnace area.
The two stood, and with the fire sprites, the four fire figures simultaneously released magical flames. The flames poured into the four openings of the Sky Furnace. At the same time, a magic array lit up on the furnace walls.
The flames roared for several minutes until the steel ingots melted into molten iron.
"Renly, step back! Dragonfire!"
The four fire figures retreated, and Wright used his mage's hand to push aside a large stone slab on the side of the furnace. Odahviing's massive dragon head extended and unleashed a torrent of gold-red dragonfire into the furnace. The molten steel instantly erupted with countless sparks.
The entire Sky Furnace, along with the surrounding magic circle, glowed with the gold-red of the dragonfire, the brightness intensifying into a massive beam that shot toward the sky, turning the clouds above a golden-red hue.
"My gods!" The guests in the VIP area stood up, visibly excited.
Robert watched Wright and Renly, still using their fire magic, and proudly shouted, "Ha! This is the twin power of House Baratheon!"
"Lightning!"
Upon hearing this, Odahviing let out a breath of lightning at the Sky Furnace. The gold-red beam instantly turned blue.
"Can dragons breathe lightning?"
Most of the onlookers, except for a few, were used to the idea that dragons could breathe fire, but now seeing lightning come from their mouths completely shattered their understanding, and everyone gasped in astonishment.
Once the lightning passed, Wright used his mage's hand to retrieve the crucible and poured the molten iron into the prepared molds. "Ice!"
Odahviing then exhaled a breath of ice, instantly cooling the molten iron. The bright light from the Sky Furnace died down, and the furnace's shell cracked into countless damaged fissures.
Wright and Renly stopped all magic, and from the molds, they retrieved forty-three trapezoidal steel ingots, still steaming with cold.
With a loud bang, the furnace shell shattered, leaving only the core inside.
Gendry pushed his cart back over and used steel tongs to load the ingots onto the cart.
Wright picked up one of the ingots, used magic detection, and nodded—it was a good-quality semi-finished product, needing only the final forging and enchanting. Holding the ingot high with one hand, he announced:
"Valyrian steel, made in Westeros!"
"Oh!"
Cheers, clapping, and whistling erupted. It was a proud moment—Westeros could now produce Valyrian steel.
As the light show ended, the two men were drenched in sweat. To demonstrate the difficulty of the process, they hadn't used any ice magic to cool down, instead wiping their faces with damp towels.
Renly leaned close to Wright and whispered, "Except for the initial fire lighting and dragonfire, the rest was just a performance. What will you do when I'm not around next time?"
Wright grinned, "Heh, people only care about the first time. After that, they won't be interested. I'll have Ashara handle it casually or just set up an illusion magic circle."
The semi-finished Valyrian steel ingots were handed over to Gendry for safekeeping. Odahviing wouldn't leave that night, so Gendry simply parked the cart next to the dragon's head, ready to stop anyone who dared to steal.