Using the two pounds of gold he brought, Marvin made 100 magic rings, most of which were 106 Wanderer's Chanting Poems and 152 Thunder Spear, with only a few Black Sun and Mist Rings—six in total. As for the Dawn Holy Sword with serial number 17...
There was only one, the only one.
Of course, Marvin wouldn't waste too many resources on something that couldn't be used right now.
In Levin's test, one Black Sun Ring was consumed, and of the remaining two, Marvin and Levin each took one.
Wearing a handful of golden rings was too eye-catching. Everyone knows showing off your wealth is not wise, and Marvin wouldn't make such a foolish mistake. He kept several rings and pocketed them, ready to use them when necessary.
"Boss, who do you plan to give the extra ring to?" Levin asked. "Is it for Edward?"
"No, Edward is the Lord of the Blood Tribe, he has his own unique magic. This Mist Ring, let's give it to Fat Orange," Marvin said. "It needs it more."