"Easy to say."

Tang Jing nodded, did not beat around the bush, and asked for the armor to be recast.

"I'm sorry, Lord, I don't know about forging." Orin shook his head.

"Dwarves don't know how to forge?" Tang Jing was immediately confused.

"I'm afraid your lord may have some misunderstanding about our dwarf clan. Not all dwarves know how to forge. I am a dwarf who specializes in fighting and a ranger who travels out."

Speaking of this, a trace of embarrassment flashed across Orin's face.

It was true that he was traveling, but not long after he left the tribe, he was plotted against by the jackals and captured.

But it would be too embarrassing for the dwarves.

"Even if I know about forging, with all due respect, your territory doesn't even have a decent forging furnace, so it's impossible to complete such a complex process as forging armor." Orin reminded.

"That's true."

Tang Jing had forgotten this incident.

Seeing this, Orin took advantage of the situation and said: "In order to thank the Lord for your rescue, I can write a letter to the tribe and ask the tribe to arrange for tribesmen to help the territory build a blacksmith shop and recast armor."

Dwarves must repay kindness!

"That would be great!"

Tang Jing was overjoyed. He could gain the friendship of the dwarves and would definitely make a lot of money.
Chapter completed!