My queen is rebelling!

The "Smelting Tribe's" finances are currently very tight. Tie Yan, the newly appointed tribal chief, did not follow the usual practice of building a new office upon taking office.

The place where he works is still the old chief's office, and he still lives in his original residence.

It's just that several elders felt it was too shabby and prepared to renovate and expand it.

However, this frugal action still won a lot of favor from the tribe.

"Smelting Tribe" Council Hall.

Ke En took back the earrings and said with a smile:

"Mutual cooperation, Chief, you don't have to be so polite."

Tie Yan then handed Ke En a space ring and said:

"I have prepared one hundred catties of space stone, all inside.

See if it's enough."

Ke En didn't take it this time, and said:

"You don't need to give me the space stone, just put it with the Quenching Master first.

I need him to help me repair a treasure these two days, and these space stones are all repairing materials."

Tie Yan agreed immediately without hesitation.

Then, thinking of something, he asked eagerly:

"I wonder what type of weapons and equipment Mr. Ya En needs our tribe to build, and how many?

Do you have any requirements for the craftsmen? Do you need me to choose them for you in advance?"

Ke En replied:

"The quantity is a bit large, but there are no other requirements. Just craftsmen who are proficient in engraving magic arrays. I will communicate with the Quenching Master about the specific situation later."

Tie Yan repeatedly said yes. After finishing the conversation with Ke En, he tentatively looked at Isabella.

Isabella directly handed the other party a thick stack of plans and said bluntly:

"These are the detailed rules for future cooperation between our 'Pale Wings' and your 'Smelting Tribe'.

The above lists the goods that we need your tribe to provide, and the frequency and quantity of the delivery of goods.

If you have no other comments, then we will draft a new contract according to these detailed rules, and the remuneration will still be settled in gold coins."

A look of joy suddenly appeared on Tie Yan's face. He naturally knew how much profit this contract would bring to his tribe once it was signed.

He nodded repeatedly and said:

"Okay, okay, thank you, Miss Wen Ze. I will arrange for research on this plan immediately after I go back, and strive to give you an answer tomorrow."

"Okay."

During the conversation, there was a knock on the door. Soon, a dwarf carefully reported from outside the council hall through the door:

"Chief, the General, High Priest, and Quenching Guild Leader request to see you!"

The representatives of the three tiers requested to see him together, and Tie Yan's heart skipped a beat.

He glanced at Ke En and the other person, and the latter nodded slightly.

Tie Yan said in a deep voice:

"Let them in."

As soon as he finished speaking, Ke En and Isabella disappeared in place.

Before long, the General, High Priest, and Quenching Guild Leader walked in together.

The three of them saw Tie Yan and respectfully saluted together:

"Greetings, Chief."

Tie Yan quickly waved his hand and said:

"The three of you are all elders, there is no need for so much etiquette in private, please be casual."

After the four of them were seated and exchanged polite greetings, the High Priest took the initiative to express his intentions on behalf of the other two:

"Originally, I was still thinking that the old chief's third will would be difficult for the chief to complete.

I didn't expect that the chief gave us a big surprise!

We were able to reach such a big deal with the Elf Royal Family. Our 'Smelting Tribe' has really taken a big breath!"

The General also interjected from the side:

"Yes, being able to reach a deal with the Elf Race, I think this is the first time in our entire Dwarven Alliance!"

Tie Yan said modestly:

"It's just good luck."

The High Priest quickly asked the question in his heart:

"It's not that I doubt the Chief, but the Elf Race has always been arrogant and exclusive. Why would they suddenly be willing to cooperate with our Dwarves?

And it's the Winged Elf Royal Family, this…"

As soon as he finished speaking, the three of them all focused their eyes on Tie Yan.

Tie Yan knew in his heart that the High Priest was not only asking for himself today, but also for many people in the tribe who had doubts.

Although there was no problem with the Elf contract and tokens, it was strange that a crumbling Dwarven tribe suddenly gained the favor of the Elf Royal Family.

No matter how down and out, the 'Smelting Tribe' is still a descendant of the gods, and they are worried that foreign races are coveting their foundation.

The internal strife of the Dwarven tribe is still an internal conflict after all. If a foreign race with ulterior motives wants to take the opportunity to fish in troubled waters, they must stop it in time.

This is also the reason why the High Priest specially called the representatives of the other two tiers to see him today.

Fortunately, he had already prepared the answer in advance and said to the three of them:

"Speaking of which, it was an accidental act of kindness many years ago that allowed me to obtain such great help.

I have already told the Quenching Guild Leader about this matter before, I don't know…"

The High Priest's eyes moved slightly and he nodded:

"Is the Chief talking about saving a human noble?"

Tie Yan nodded:

"That's exactly what happened."

The General on the side looked puzzled and looked at the High Priest and the Quenching Guild Leader.

The Quenching Guild Leader briefly narrated to the General that Tie Yan had once saved a human noble named Ya En on the human continent.

When he heard that this Lord Ya En was actually from the "Flaming Red Lips" Chamber of Commerce, and was also a senior figure in the Chamber of Commerce, a look of surprise flashed in the General's eyes. He couldn't help but look at the newly appointed Chief and asked:

"Chief, is that person really a senior executive of 'Flaming Red Lips'?"

Tie Yan replied quickly:

"Yes, that's what he said. I didn't ask for the specific position in such detail, but judging from what he meant, he seemed to have a very high status."

The General secretly buried his surprise in his heart, his eyes rolling, not knowing what he was planning.

The High Priest glanced at the General and then asked:

"Could it be that this cooperation with the Elf Royal Family is also related to this Lord Ya En?"

Tie Yan raised his chin slightly and said:

"That's right, let me tell you a secret.

In fact, this Elf Royal Envoy is Lord Ya En's wife!

After Lord Ya En learned of my situation, he persuaded his wife to agree to cooperate with our 'Smelting Tribe'.

Otherwise, I really wouldn't be able to get an order for three million gold coins."

As soon as these words came out, the three of them showed very surprised expressions. They didn't expect this Lord Ya En to have such a big background.

Not only is he a senior executive of the "Flaming Red Lips" Chamber of Commerce, but he can also marry an Elf Royal wife.

The expression on the General's face became even more exciting, and his heart was turbulent.

He didn't expect that the always silent Third Young Master had quietly pulled in such a big help.

His lips were pursed into a line, and complex emotions flashed in his eyes.

The High Priest showed a look of surprise and joy, with undisguised joy in his voice:

"The ancestors bless us!

I didn't expect that at the time when our tribe was on the verge of extinction, we would be sent such a great benefactor!

Chief, you must maintain good contact with this Lord Ya En. There are no sharp contradictions between the Eastern Region Empire and us. I think we can increase cooperation with them!"

Hearing the High Priest say this, the General's lips moved, and the expression on his face became even more intriguing.

After Tie Yan answered the doubts in everyone's hearts, the three of them left with different thoughts.

Tie Yan suddenly stopped the Quenching Guild Leader and said:

"Quenching Guild Leader, I still don't quite understand some of the things you taught me to forge the battle axe a few days ago. Please stay for a while and give me some pointers later."

Tolkien · Quenching's expression froze slightly, and he quickly reacted and nodded in agreement.

The High Priest praised him again as expected, lamenting that the Chief's forging level had not declined at all, and was much stronger than his several brothers.

After the other two left, Ke En and Isabella reappeared in front of Tie Yan and Tolkien.

Even though he was mentally prepared, Tie Yan stopped him definitely because he had something to explain, and it was very likely that it was Lord Ya En's instruction.

But when he saw that Ke En and the other two were able to hide from the perception of the three Gold tiers, had been lurking aside, and then suddenly appeared without any summons, Tolkien was still taken aback.

He concealed the shock in his eyes without a trace and said in a deep voice:

"Thank you, Lord Ya En, for being willing to persuade your wife to lend a helping hand to our Smelting Tribe.

Your friendship and kindness will be forever remembered by our 'Smelting Tribe'!"

Hiss.

Ke En sucked in a breath of cold air, rubbed his arm that had been quietly pinched by Isabella, and said:

"It's just a small effort. I asked Chief Tie Yan to keep you here because I have some things I want to discuss with the Quenching Master alone."

Hearing Ke En deliberately point out the word "alone," Tie Yan immediately understood and left the council hall very consciously, leaving the space to Ke En and the others.

Ke En signaled Isabella to pay attention to the surrounding movements, then looked at Tolkien for a long time and slowly said:

"Quenching Master, before we talk about things, I have a private question I want to ask you."

Tolkien was slightly puzzled, but still opened his mouth and said:

"Lord Ya En, please ask."

Ke En pondered for a moment and said:

"I wonder, with the Quenching Master's current level, what level of treasure can he repair at most…"

…

The General returned to the military camp with complex feelings. His nephew, Yan Xin · Orn, the eldest son of the old chief, had been waiting in his command room for a while.

In addition, there was also a fierce dwarf with an iron hammer tattooed on his arm standing beside him.

When Yan Xin saw the General return, his eyes suddenly lit up and he asked eagerly:

"How is it?

What did the Third Brother say?"

The General sighed and told Yan Xin what Tie Yan had told him.

When Yan Xin heard this, his lips couldn't stop trembling, and a strong look of shock appeared in his eyes:

"That lucky kid, he was able to climb up to such a big shot."

The fierce dwarf next to him muttered in a low voice:

The latest and most complete novels are at six nine books bar first!

"'Flaming Red Lips' Chamber of Commerce?

I haven't heard of anyone in the Chamber of Commerce who married an elf wife named Ya En."

Hearing the fierce dwarf's whisper, the General and Yan Xin were shocked at the same time, and the latter couldn't wait to ask:

"Can you be sure?"

"Oh, right, Big Brother, you used to work at 'Scarlet Lips' too, do you know if there's anyone like that there?"

The fierce dwarf is the son of the Great General of the 'Iron Hammer Tribe', Glenn Ironhammer.

Yan Xin married the daughter of the Great General of the 'Iron Hammer Tribe', making him Glenn Ironhammer's brother-in-law.

Glenn Ironhammer has always been the intermediary between the 'Iron Hammer Tribe' and the Eastern Region Empire for cooperation and communication, and he was once introduced to people from the 'Scarlet Lips' Merchant Guild.

He even interned at 'Scarlet Lips' for a while, so he has some understanding of the guild.

His gaze deepened, and he said in a deep voice:

"It's hard to say, I'll have to inquire about it. I worked at 'Scarlet Lips' for a short time, and I only worked in a subordinate secondary institution, so I rarely had access to the real higher-ups."

Excitement flashed in Yan Xin's eyes, and he said:

"Then I'll have to trouble you, Big Brother. If that kid Tie Yan is lying, then those three million gold coins of his must have come from an illegitimate source!"

Glenn acted quickly and soon contacted a former colleague from his time at the 'Scarlet Lips' Merchant Guild.

It was the director of the guild's warehouse center in the northern part of the Eastern Region Empire, named Marcus Yang.

Hearing Glenn's request, Marcus was stunned for a moment, then quickly replied:

"I haven't heard of any Lord Ian. He might be from headquarters. Wait a moment, I'll ask someone to ask around."

Soon, Marcus contacted the Deputy Director of Warehousing at headquarters and told him the name and his request.

However, the other party did not reply for a long time, so Marcus didn't take it seriously and went back to his own work.

Until his secretary rushed into his office with a panicked expression, gasping for breath, and said:

"Director… Director… Headquarters… People from the Headquarters Supervisory Department are here!"

Marcus's heart skipped a beat, and his face turned white.

If you were to say the benefits of working at the 'Scarlet Lips' Merchant Guild, they are simply countless:

A powerful backer, a beautiful boss, considerable salary, generous benefits…

It's a 'golden rice bowl' that everyone in the Eastern Region Empire envies and pursues!

But if there's one thing about this good job that's frightening, it's the dreaded Supervisory Department from the guild headquarters!

The Supervisory Department supervises and monitors the work discipline, integrity, and implementation of the system of the guild's internal employees.

It is said that very few employees who are approached by the Supervisory Department can come out unscathed.

This Supervisory Department is not the Supervisory Department of an ordinary enterprise. Due to the background of 'Scarlet Lips' in the Eastern Region Empire, the Headquarters Supervisory Department can even mobilize the national machine to serve them. All disguise and cover-up are useless in front of them!

The great power and deep notoriety are imprinted in everyone's hearts.

After learning that the Headquarters Supervisory Department had suddenly come to his door, Marcus was instantly overwhelmed with despair. He carefully reviewed everything he had done since becoming the Director of the Northern Warehouse Center.

He had never missed a holiday gift for those bosses who were in charge of him, and he had never favored one over the other.

The red envelopes and kickbacks he received were also divided equally with the higher-ups according to the usual practice, and he never dared to retain a little more.

He also served the seven aunts and eight aunts arranged by the leaders wholeheartedly and arranged them reasonably.

He felt that he had handled both official and private matters impeccably, but why did these wolf cubs from the Supervisory Department target him?

There was no time to think about it. Facing the Supervisory Department that could mobilize the national machine, any resistance was meaningless. He took a deep breath, tidied up his appearance, and said in a deep voice like a warrior going to his death:

"What's the panic? Tell the office to clean up the conference room on the top floor.

Everyone else, come downstairs with me to welcome the leaders from headquarters!"

"Yes!"

… …

Inside the 'Molten Forging Tribe' council hall, Tolkien Quenchfire did not answer Cohen's question immediately.

He carefully calculated in his heart for a long time before slowly opening his mouth and saying:

"I can repair legendary magic weapons."

A look of joy flashed in Cohen's eyes, and he continued to ask:

"What if there are complete repair methods and techniques?"

Tolkien's expression froze, and he replied with no lack of pride:

"If there are ready-made repair methods, I'm not bragging, I'm confident that I can repair any level of weapons and equipment!"

Cohen's expression suddenly became very serious. He reached out and took out a contract, and said in a deep voice:

"It's not that I don't trust Master Quenchfire, it's just that this matter is of great importance, so I must sign a soul contract with you."

A meaningful look appeared in Tolkien's eyes. He took the contract and looked at it. The content was very simple. It was a contract for repairing treasures and subsequently manufacturing a batch of equipment.

Moreover, the reward Cohen gave was so generous that it was somewhat astonishing, causing Tolkien to couldn't help but glance sideways.

The only special thing was that the contract stipulated at the end that the repairer must absolutely keep all information about the repaired treasure and the manufactured equipment confidential and must not reveal it to anyone.

Tolkien was not surprised. It was understandable that he didn't want to reveal the things he was willing to pay such a high price to repair and manufacture.

He had signed similar contracts before, but they were not soul contracts of Cohen's level.

Tolkien didn't hesitate, signed his name directly, and returned it to Cohen.

Cohen nodded slightly and glanced at Isabella next to him. The latter took out an hourglass filled with gold sand. With a wave of her slender hand, the fine sand began to flow slowly downward from the upper end, making a faint and rhythmic rustling sound.

As the sand flowed, an invisible spatial fluctuation began to slowly emerge and expand, centered on the hourglass. Then, a mysterious space emitting a faint light appeared, completely enveloping the three people.

The space was shrouded in a layer of faint light, gradually separating it from everything around it. From the outside, this temporary space was like a small alien world.

The glass of the hourglass refracted the faint light, causing the space to flicker with dreamlike halos. The surrounding noise seemed to be isolated by this invisible barrier.

As the sand in the hourglass completely flowed out, with a whoosh, the entire space quickly shrunk, and the three people in the space directly drilled into the hourglass.

The hourglass also returned to its original state, and it looked like an ordinary hourglass on the outside.

Faced with this strange scene, Tolkien Quenchfire, who was already at the Gold level, actually had no ability to resist at all and was trapped in the hourglass space like this.

Isabella's calm voice came:

"This is a temporarily built other-dimensional space, similar to the portable storage ability possessed by Gold-level transcendents, an other-dimensional space array.

In this other-dimensional space, even a Saint cannot intrude into our conversation without a sound. For the sake of confidentiality, you will also repair equipment here in the future."

Tolkien's heart trembled slightly. He knew that this was vastly different from the imperfect other-dimensional array possessed by Gold-level transcendents. At least that kind of other-dimensional array could not store living things.

From his point of view, the ability to build an other-dimensional space with complete rules and stable order could not be achieved even with a legendary magic weapon.

Tolkien, who had spent most of his life studying forging and various weapons and equipment, couldn't restrain the curiosity in his heart and tentatively asked:

"This… Is this a holy artifact?"

Isabella replied indifferently:

"A semi-holy artifact."

Tolkien couldn't help but become more awe-stricken. At the same time, he was even more expectant of the weapon that was about to be repaired. What level of weapon and equipment was it that even the repair process required a semi-holy artifact to cover it up?

He had a faint guess in his heart, but he felt it was too unbelievable and didn't dare to say it.

Cohen said what he was thinking:

"What I need you to repair is a space-attribute equipment. Its grade is… a semi-divine artifact!"

Hearing the answer to this guess in his heart, Tolkien's breathing stagnated, and his eyes were instantly filled with shock, joy, and excitement.

For a dwarven artisan master who was obsessed with forging, being able to personally repair a semi-divine artifact was definitely something he wouldn't even dare to think about.

As he spoke, a silver light flashed on Cohen's hand, and the 'Chronospace Codex' appeared in front of everyone.

Isabella was also very surprised when she first learned that Cohen actually had a semi-divine artifact in his hand.

You must know that just because she once had the 'Wings of Gold', a one-fifth semi-divine artifact, she had attracted the encirclement and suppression of the two Saints of 'Black Tomb' and many Legendary-level experts.

Not to mention the genuine and complete semi-divine artifact in Cohen's hand.

On the one hand, she was moved by Cohen's unconditional trust in her, and on the other hand, she couldn't help but feel a little worried.

After earnestly instructing Cohen not to easily reveal the news about the 'Chronospace Codex', she specially took out this semi-holy artifact—the Sands of Time, which could temporarily build an other-dimensional space with complete order.

It was used to help Cohen cover up the traces of repairing the 'Chronospace Codex'.

Tolkien carefully took the 'Chronospace Codex' from Cohen's hand like a pilgrim. His withered palms gently stroked it, and his eyes were full of amazement and gratitude. He still asked in disbelief:

"Mr. Ian, are you… are you really determined to entrust this treasure to me for repair?"

Tolkien's mood was extremely excited. Being able to personally repair a semi-divine artifact… He felt that he would die without regrets in this life!

Cohen said without hesitation:

"That's right!

Master Quenchfire, I'll have to trouble you with everything next. This is the repair method, and I have already prepared the repair materials. Please start repairing it today!"

A blazing flame burned in Tolkien's eyes, and he said decisively:

"Please rest assured, sir. I will definitely use everything I have learned in my life to restore this semi-divine artifact to its original state for you!"

Cohen and Isabella left the hourglass space, and then the former put the hourglass away.

Just as he was about to say something, he noticed a vibration from the communication stone in his arms, with several missed messages on it.

Cohen took a look and found that it was a message from Grace.

The content above caused Cohen's eyebrows to furrow slightly, and he fell into deep thought—

Someone is investigating your identity as 'Lord Ian' through the 'Scarlet Lips' Merchant Guild. Please reply quickly when you see the message!"