When Laine arrived at the Dwarf Blacksmith Workshop by the Xinong River, Angerong and the others were already there.
A large group of long-bearded Dwarves was gathered inside the Blacksmith Workshop, inspecting the equipnt built by Delong Feinson, constantly chattering. The main topics were first complaining about the lack of materials, then the ineffective water-powered stamping device, then the poor quality of the anvil and hamrs, and finally the unsatisfactory lunch provided by Laine.
So Dwarves said the at was too tough and not well-cooked.
So Dwarves said the at was too tender, with red streaks and lacked chew.
So Dwarves said the at was neither too tough nor too tender, lacking character.
These long-bearded Dwarves made the steward of Kasenberg break into a full sweat, completely at a loss.
What no one knew was that these long-bearded Dwarves were actually quite satisfied with this Blacksmith Workshop. However, picking at imperfections was the habit of these elder long-beards, because for Dwarves, they could never accept being overshadowed by humans in technology and engineering, not even those who accepted human employnt!
The Dwarf Rune Craftsman Association President, Clark the Harsh, didn't say much. His many white beards had already touched the ground. Clark carefully looked at the blueprints, saying nothing.
As the oldest Master Rune Artisan among the Dwarves and the association president, Clark the Harsh was always a person who didn't like to say much, or rather, master-level Rune Artisans were all like this.
"A full barrel of beer makes no sound, a half-full barrel sloshes noisily."
——Dwarf proverb, describing those who are not proficient in skills but like to show off technique and knowledge
"How is it? Mr. Dwarf, can you make my weapon?" Angerong asked Clark the Harsh with an expectant face.
The World-Devourer was clad in a Dwarf Enchanted Silver Plate Armor, and the over two ters tall Angerong appeared towering next to the 1.5-ter-tall Clark, forcing Clark to look up and speak to Angerong: "This kind of weapon, this level of a weapon… you really think too lightly. This level of weapon for Dwarves…"
"For Dwarves?" Angerong felt a chill in his heart upon hearing this, internally complaining about the Emperor not giving him weapons, forcing him to humbly request the Dwarves.
"For Dwarves… it's certainly not a problem!!!" Clark's face flushed, he extended his hand and forcefully slapped the large table, leaving a massive handprint on the wooden table: "Great, this is a brand new technology and rune inscription thod I've never seen before! After five hundred years, I finally have a new challenge!"
"Fantastic!" Angerong finally smiled, seeing Laine co in, he joyfully said: "Brother, our weapon finally has hope."
"Great!" Laine was also overjoyed, respectfully bowing to Clark the Harsh with a knightly gesture: "Thank you very much, Master Clark!"
"No need to thank , I ca down the mountain only for the promised blueprints and Oath Gold," Clark was unresponsive to Angerong and Laine's gratitude, this master was over a thousand years old, having seen many things in his life: "I'll take the blueprints, where's the Oath Gold?"
"Here," Angerong pulled out a large bag filled with Oath Gold.
"Hmm." Clark turned his head, signaling the Dwarves to check.
A long-bearded one stepped forward, took the large bag from Angerong's hand, and directly sliced it open with a sharp blade. A large amount of Dwarf Oath Gold spilled out, all falling to the ground.
"What do you an by this, Mr. Dwarf?" Angerong was sowhat dissatisfied; this was obviously a sign of distrust.
"We've done a lot for humans, Mr. Angerong, but not all humans are sincere towards us. To avoid unpleasant events, we need to settle upfront, pay as you go," Clark the Harsh took his Doomsday Anvil to the center of the workshop, lit a forge, and set a massive forge alight. The Magic Wind ignited in the gold-topped gray-based forge, Dwarf Rune Craftsn pumped the bellows, carried several large basins of clear water, and used carts to bring in coal.
This Doomsday Anvil is a supre treasure of the Dwarves, passed down for ten thousand years to the present, said to have been used by the Dwarf Main God Glarni, and still passed down to this day, being entirely made of Vibranium and carved with sacred rune inscriptions.
Employed by Laine, the Rune Artisan Delong Feinson explained to Angerong: "My Count, Mr. Angerong, the Dwarves have been deceived more than once during settlents, including by humans, thus Master Clark trusts no one, he's used to settling accounts first before working, otherwise he won't even listen to the Supre King's orders."
Angerong's face did not look good: "Alright, as long as the weapon is fine."
The long-bearded Dwarrior counted one hundred fifty-five pieces of Oath Gold, putting the remaining twenty to thirty pieces back into the bag: "Not a penny more, not a penny less, here's the rest back to you, we will be making the weapon for you, Dwarven rune weapon crafting thods are a closely guarded secret, please step aside."
"What about ?" Delong asked ingratiatingly as he stepped forward.
"Co help , Delong, I want to see if you've made any progress over these years!" Clark the Harsh's voice, as hard as a stone, ca from the side: "I've seen your work, still a bunch of nonsense, but at least it hasn't deviated, I want to see if you can learn more advanced rune inscriptions."
"Ah?! Yes! Yes!" Delong ran excitedly to Clark's side.
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