On the sturdy ironwood dining table, a large bowl of stew the size of a washbasin sat, steaming with an enticing aroma.
It wasn’t just because it hadn’t cooled yet; underneath the large bowl of stew, there was a smokeless charcoal fire. Tiny flas licked the black bottom of the pot, keeping the stew piping hot.
"Wow~ it slls so good!" Laisa’s nose twitched slightly, revealing an expression of irresistible craving, "There must be carrots, onions, herbs, hmm... and maybe beer, no wonder it slls so good?"
"Huh? Raine, is your girlfriend a chef?"
Humbert initially bead with satisfaction at Laisa’s praise, but when he heard Laisa nearly list all the ingredients like a treasure trove, he couldn’t help but beco curious.
Hearing the word ’girlfriend’, Laisa’s cheeks imdiately turned red, and her little mouth stamred twice wanting to refute, but for so reason, she unexpectedly lowered her head, as if by a stroke of fate.
However, if you look closely, you’ll notice that although her head is bowed, Laisa’s bright eyes are secretly glancing at Raine, seemingly wanting to see his reaction.
"Yes, Laisa is an excellent chef." Raine initially wanted to explain, but noticing Laisa’s shy deanor, he thought for a mont, and instead of clarifying, he vaguely answered to preserve the girl’s dignity.
The words ’Yes’ rang like a great bell in Laisa’s ears, her heart pounding loudly!
’Raine didn’t deny it either!’
’What should I do?’
’Does Raine like too?’
’Should I accept it? Or not?’
’But if I accept, how will I face Elise!’
Laisa’s face grew increasingly flushed, and for a mont, she forgot to savor the food.
"This ’at and Bean Stew’ is a specialty of the Iron Hills. The at refers to the main ingredients, wild goat at and venison, while the beans are dry beans and potatoes, complented by carrots, onions..." Humbert introduced with a beaming smile.
Humbert’s words gradually pulled Laisa’s scattered and confused thoughts back to reality.
"Lord Humbert, what’s the specific cooking process? The wild goat at and venison should be seared before stewing, right?" Driven by her love for food, Laisa couldn’t help but inquire in detail.
"Well..." Humbert was imdiately stumped by Laisa’s detailed culinary question.
"I’ll have the chef answer you later."
....
An hour later, amidst laughter and chatter, the three of them were soon satisfied after a good al and drinks.
As they were leaving the tavern, intending to settle Raine and Laisa into a hotel for rest, Humbert, after a mont of thought, changed his mind and said to Raine:
"Raine, you better co with to see Elder Grenum."
Perhaps out of a natural fondness for an increasingly talented disciple, or maybe to avoid Raine misunderstanding his ntor’s efforts as perfunctory, and of course, perhaps because alcohol made his mind sharper, Humbert thought it would be more appropriate to bring Raine along.
Moreover, the success rate might be slightly higher.
After all, Raine was his disciple, and having such a talented disciple as the focus of their request alongside him might be more persuasive to Elder Grenum.
"Alright." Although Raine was sowhat surprised by Humbert’s sudden change of heart, he did not hesitate and imdiately nodded in agreent.
...
Half an hour later.
Inside the Deep Furnace Hall.
Amidst the surging heat waves and the clanging of tal, Raine followed Humbert, looking around curiously.
There were at least a hundred Dwarf Blacksmiths hamring various forms of equipnt, and what intrigued Raine the most were the nurous large golems involved in the forging and casting processes.
Most of these golems were three to four ters tall, constructed of tal or stone. They didn’t move fast, but they were steady, handling many of the chanical labor tasks, including moving hundreds of kilograms of iron and copper ingots.
At this point, Humbert stopped in front of an elderly Dwarf with a bushy white beard, wielding a heavy forging hamr, ticulously crafting a piece of armor.
Raine’s gaze quickly swept over the elder.
The elder had a white beard tied with an iron ring, reddish-brown hair, a bulbous nose, and like most dwarves, a small flask hung from his waist.
However, this flask seed to be made of steel, its overall contour flat and rectangular, reminiscent of an old military canteen from Raine’s previous life.
Raine imdiately sensed the highly concentrated, tempestuous aura emanating from the elder.
’Mid-Tier Transcendent?’
Evidently, this must be Elder Grenum, the forging master.
"Humbert! What brings you here?" Recognizing the visitor, Elder Grenum glanced at Humbert with mock exasperation.
"Elder Grenum, this is my disciple, Raine." Humbert rubbed his hands, slightly bowing, and spoke sowhat ingratiatingly.
"Oh? Level 5 Classes, a rare talent among humans. You’ve found a great protégé, haven’t you? What, do you want to forge a weapon for him?"
Upon hearing Humbert’s words, Grenum shifted his focus from the armor before him to Raine, taking a mont to assess Raine’s level.
Believing he had largely guessed the purpose of Humbert’s visit with his disciple in tow, Grenum mused.
"No, no, Elder, I wish to request the use of the ancient fla furnace for my disciple."
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