I can't go back to the Forge.
Because this guy has been completely corrupted by himself.
"Hehe, thank you for your kindness. Before I came here, I thought I wouldn't be able to stay in your Storm Territory for long."
"But after staying there for a while, I discovered that this Storm Territory is simply a paradise for us dwarves. Not only is the Eye of the Storm much cheaper, these delicacies such as barbecued meat and garlic shells are also wonderful side dishes."
"Besides, we dwarves don't have to worry about making money here in Stormland. In addition to the work arranged by you, Nalant, my Black Tower occasionally helps those human caravans forge one or two weapons, and we can earn enough to drink for several days.
Gold coins!" Although Black Tower is more cunning than other dwarves.
But that's just a little cautious about making money.
As for other aspects, I am telling the truth.
At this moment, he expressed his views on the Storm Territory without hesitation.
"Haha, Black Tower, as long as you like the Storm Territory, you can stay in my Storm Territory as long as you want. After all, we are good friends."
"In addition, if you feel that a dwarf staying here is a bit lonely, you can even ask more dwarves to come to my storm territory, and I can build a new blacksmith shop for them for free!"
Dwarves are considered to be highly skilled people in this world, so Narant hopes that more dwarves will come to his territory.
"Hehe, okay, I also want to go back to the Forge of the Furnace after a while. I will definitely call some friends to come. As long as I bring a few barrels of Eye of the Storm back, I will definitely make them jealous.
saliva!"
The Black Tower didn't think as much as Nalant thought. He didn't know that Nalant was poaching the dwarves. He just thought that the life here was so good, so he would definitely go back and call a few friends to come.
After the small talk, Nalant got down to business and took out a drawing he had just drawn.
"Hey, isn't this a hoe for plowing the land?"
Heita looked at the drawing and immediately saw what tool it was.
It should be a hoe used for working.
It's just that there is a pointed awl behind the hoe.
"Heita, this is not a hoe, but a pickaxe!"
"Pickaxe?"
"That's right, this tool can not only be used for digging, but also for cutting rocks. I need you from Black Tower to help me forge it!" Nalant nodded.
"Okay, Nalant, tell me how much you need. I, Black Tower, will help you forge it!"
Although Heita felt that it was overkill for a dwarf like him to forge such farm tools, he did not refuse even though it was Nalant.
"Black Tower, I need a thousand of them, and they are made of mithril and engraved with runes!"
"What, a thousand farm tools with mithril runes, Nalant, you are too extravagant, and the size is too small, not suitable for your human race's work at all!"
Black Tower was shocked. Every farm tool was forged with mithril. Nalant needed to be rich.
Although Heita is now considered a worker, so he is getting paid to work and does not need to make a profit difference.
d Pressing this mithril inscription pickaxe costs at least nearly a hundred gold coins.
In this way, one hundred handfuls is equivalent to ten thousand gold coins, and one thousand handfuls is equivalent to one hundred thousand gold coins.
Well, not only is he rich, he may also be a fool.
"Black Tower, this is not just a farm tool. In addition to being a farm tool, it can also be used as a weapon. By the way, I equip this pickaxe for the Goblins!"
"Equip it to Goblins?" Black Tower felt that it was even more worthless.
"Heita, you don't have to worry about anything else. Just work hard to forge this pickaxe for me, and I will definitely pay you a lot for it!"
"However, the forging speed of this pickaxe must be fast. Do you understand?"
Seeing Nalant's very sure look, Heita knew that he definitely didn't need to persuade him any more.
So he said: "Narant, I will definitely comply with your request. However, these one thousand pickaxes may take a lot of time. After all, the speed of inscription is not fast. Even if the size of this pickaxe is small, it can be done by itself."
I can only get ten handfuls a day by myself!"
"Only ten a day?"
Narant frowned slightly.
This speed is a bit slow.
It would still take three or four months for Black Tower to forge these pickaxes.
But obviously if the Bach Empire really wanted to retaliate, it would not give Nalant so much time.
"Black Tower, the speed is a bit slow, can it be faster? I'm waiting for this pickaxe to be used now!"
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "Nalant, I have already forged ten black towers every day until midnight every day to calculate!"
Heita shook his head, but saw that Nalant was still frowning. He thought for a moment and said, "Nalant, how about I return to the Castle of the Furnace early and see if I can find a few more tribesmen to come to the Storm Territory."
"As long as there are more people forging, the speed will definitely increase!"
After listening, Nalant pondered for a moment.
This is the only way to plan for the future.
If the Black Tower can find ten dwarves, then this batch of weapons can be completed in ten days.
Even if there are a few less, the speed will definitely be faster than letting the dwarf Black Tower forge it alone.
"Okay, Black Tower, but you must be faster!"
"Don't worry, Nalant. Since you need help, I, Black Tower, will definitely do it as quickly as possible!"
The Black Tower really valued Nalant as a friend, and immediately started to pack his luggage after saying this.
Nalant was speechless when he saw this, this Black Tower was really straight-tempered.
So, he directly asked people to bring five barrels of Eye of the Storm liquor.
These spirits were given to Black Tower free of charge by Narante.
After all, if you want to attract high-tech talents, you need to show others the benefits in advance and let them taste the benefits.
In this way, with Heita's happy expression, Narant watched him leave with the five horses used to carry the liquor.
…
Narant is actively responding, and the Bach Empire finally received the news of the death of the empire's heir.
As soon as the news came back, the entire Bach Empire felt like it was exploding.
In particular, the heir to their empire did not die in battle with a dark creature, but was killed by a small nobleman who also belonged to the human race.
Chapter completed!