Thinking of the clan badge, Lin Rui thought it was necessary to visit the blacksmith shop and the armory.
These two production buildings are one of the most important supports for the territory’s armants.
This ti out, it has been nearly a cycle, so these two buildings should have a lot of output.
Lin Rui rembered that Caroline’s legendary trait and skill could enhance building output, so he planned to talk to her later to prioritize strengthening these two places.
On the way to the blacksmith shop, Lin Rui realized the Lucky Coin: Sand Washing had not been used yet today.
Obviously, when Lin Rui wasn’t around, the territory would end the day with the lucky coin activating on its own.
After all, no one wants to toss a coin and summon a Fla Demon.
Lin Rui didn’t mind, but other people still had to consider whether it was their fault that caused a large loss to the territory.
But Lin Rui didn’t have such concerns. With a gesture, the lucky coin flew into his hand from a field of flowers outside the town.
This territorial strategic treasure was bound to the territory and was not usually carried by Lin Rui. It was sowhat similar to the Devil’s Golden Balance, a type of taboo object. After binding to the territory, it could appear anywhere within it, regardless of whether it was in the fields, Taishan Sky Mountain’s caves, or even within the books on a shelf above soone’s head.
Lin Rui planned to use this territorial strategic treasure directly. It had been activated so many tis; was his luck level fake? As the Lord with the highest fortune in the territory, not being selected by the lucky coin even once was unbelievable.
He casually tossed the lucky coin into the air, and the next mont, a purple-red light shot towards the central district of the town.
Even from a thousand ters away, one could see the raging flas soaring into the sky, and the coarse roars of the Fla Demon could be heard from afar. Subsequently, Holy Grail Knights rushed from all directions to quickly slay this restless demon.
The Fla Demon’s roaring voice trembled, then abruptly stopped.
The last scene Lin Rui saw was the Fla Demon trying to escape, with furious Holy Grail Knights wielding epic long swords and warhamrs tirelessly chasing after it across rooftops and streets.
Lin Rui only glanced at it and no longer paid attention. Given the territory’s current formidable strength, the number of Tier Five Epic Holy Grail Knights was nearing double digits, and a re Tier Six Heroic Spirit Fla Demon couldn’t cause any major disturbance. It was only a matter of ti before it was chopped to pieces.
He regretfully put the Lucky Coin: Sand Washing back into his pocket and then walked into the blacksmith shop. Once again, good fortune did not favor him.
The once reasonably adequate blacksmith shop had now beco quite cramped. This was mainly because the territory had quite a number of skilled craftsn in forging; there were eight elite-level blacksmiths alone, more than ten excellence-level blacksmiths, and over thirty ordinary-level blacksmiths.
In fact, this cramped space was already an improved environnt through expansion and dispersion. Previously, it could be called a sweatshop. A group of burly n swinging hamrs inside, sweating profusely, could accidentally injure themselves, shedding both blood and sweat.
So to improve their production conditions, the territory had successively constructed four or five blacksmith shops, all expanded side by side here.
Upon entering, Lin Rui saw a group of shirtless blacksmiths gathered around Groller like fanatic fans. Although this gray dwarf was very short, standing on a boiler still didn’t make him taller than the human blacksmiths nearby, yet everyone looked up at him with admiration and reverence.
The strange sll fernting in the room made Lin Rui cough, interrupting Groller’s speech, which instantly sparked the dwarf’s explosive temper.
"Which bastard with eyes on their backside interrupted my speech? Don’t let find you, or I swear I’ll use a dwarf’s boot to kick your head into your butt!"
"..."
"..."
After a mont of silence, soone cautiously opened their mouth: "Um... Master, it seems to be the Lord."
"Master Groller is mighty! I’ve never seen anyone dare to speak to the Lord like that. It’s true that powerful people have the capital for being brash."
The next mont, all of Groller’s anger and impatience were swallowed down his throat, and he barely forced a smile, looking uglier than crying.
He imdiately jumped down from the boiler, disregarding the smoke scorching his backside, and knelt in front of Lin Rui, clutching Lin Rui’s calf and weeping: "Lord, I was lost in the flattery. I implore you, please forgive my unintentional brashness this ti! What I said was definitely not aid at you."
Dwarves were as unlikable as ever. Gray dwarves were even worse among them.
Lin Rui couldn’t be bothered with his nonsense and said expressionlessly, "I rember that your dwarven Supre King once said, in the world of dwarves, there is no forgiveness, only reckoning. I’ll give you this sentence, and later, go seek out Su Xi for ten cuts."
"Ten cuts!" Groller’s eyes rolled back, almost fainting.
Those were ten cuts from the Celestial Punishnt Hunter!
Each cut brought extre pain, capable of making soone wish for death.
Having been slashed once before, Groller had nearly wet himself from the pain.
Now he was to be cut ten tis?
If the Lord didn’t provide treatnt, he feared he’d be bleeding while forging for a considerably long ti to co.
The gray dwarf’s crafting trait, [Blood Oath: Heroic Spirit Level Trait: The deeper the hatred accumulated by the dwarves, the more terrifying energy they can unleash, using all ans to uphold their oaths and wash away the sha flowing in their blood! When the dwarf blacksmith is in a bleeding state, crafting can provide the [Blood Oath] trait to equipnt. When the dwarf blacksmith’s Life Value is below 50%, crafting can endow equipnt with the [Washing Away Dishonor] trait.]
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