Wizard From Afar

The town of Furnace that thrives around Furnace Academy is not an "ordinary" small town from any angle.

From the moment I stepped into the town, a strong smell of lead dust persisted for a long time. The streets, walls, houses, and even all places that can be seen are stained with iron gray and charcoal black. Thick black smoke rises from every corner of the town, and the collision of anvils and hammers can be heard almost anytime and anywhere. "Symphony".

In the streets and alleys, you can see the silhouette of the alchemist almost everywhere, either squatting next to a cauldron or furnace, or arguing fiercely with another person on the workbench. It seems Also ready to fight.

It is worthy of being the military center of the empire, and Lothar and even Eboden are as different as heaven and earth, and have completely turned the alchemist into a part of the war machine.

Looking at the cinder and iron filings in the street under his feet, Loren's expression was somewhat touched.

From the topographical point of view, Furnace Town is a town built on a hill, centered on the Academy on the top of the hill, residential areas on the hillside, workshops and large warehouses at the extreme edges, and nearby The Imperial Family Avenue and the rest of the trade roads are not too far away from the Jewel River that traverses half of the empire, which can be called convenient transportation.

In contrast, it is the barren minerals here-as a town that produces a large amount of weapons, armors and ordnance, apart from being able to coal mines and abundant charcoal resources, it is not the most important thing. The iron ore and the rest of the mines are almost entirely dependent on trade with Byrne Duchy and the South.

On another level, it also proves that the current empire does have sufficient authority. Otherwise, it would be impossible to suppress the lords of Duchy in the south and purchase a large amount of various minerals at low prices to feed this " Steel rare beast" the same alchemy town.

"The founding of Forge Town can be traced back to the second life of the Imperial Family in Desalion. Your ancestor Eckhart I established this town in response to the threat from the north. Under the promise of your sixth-generation ancestor, His Majesty Brandon I the Sage, the Forge Academy was born."

"From that day on, our Academy alchemists began. Work day and night to forge armor for the Imperial Legion, develop more effective and stronger fire-lighting agents, improve forging technology; expand production scale, improve efficiency and ore utilization..."

Go on both sides of the cloth In the middle of the street full of workshops, the master dean who is more like a blacksmith than a wizard is still triumphantly eloquent, constantly introducing Brandon’s "brilliant history" of Furnace Town:

"Nowadays, we can proudly say that our melting pot Academy has reached a level that even the elves of Yasul can't match!"

"pu ——"

Follow Loren Isaac, with a casual look behind him, suddenly laughed-if it wasn't for the little wizard to give him a stern look, he would not even remember to cover his mouth.

But unfortunately, I was still heard.

"This is His Excellency Isaac Grantham, who is with me, the mysticism wizard from the wizard tower." Smiling Brandon immediately excused a certain "arrogant": "I believe him It’s just that there are some different opinions."

Looking at the prince’s face, the Master Dean can only stare at him with an ugly expression: "Then I don’t know the Lord Isaac, What'advice' do you have for us?"

"Oh, please don't get me wrong, I have no prejudice against the subject of alchemy—at least it is practical." Isaac, who thinks he has been very restrained, I still can’t help but deliberately show the expression of "doubt":

"As far as I know, the Sword Forging Masters of the Yasul elves often take years to complete a real Yasul long knife. , Can split steel like butter, and even tear dragon scales!"

"Please note, I am a very proud empire. Although I am from the country, I am still proud of the empire—— But I really don’t know, when did our weapons become so powerful?"

The dean’s expression is even more ugly, cramped and even suffocated.

I can’t even say a complete sentence: "This, there is no comparability between these two!"

"Oh, but you just said..."

"Yes, but it will take them several years to complete a weapon. By this time, our Forge Town can already cast thousands of pieces!" The grumpy Master eagerly explained: " Quantity alone is an absolute suppression!"

"Look at our scale, this series of workshops! There are also skilled craftsmen and highly accomplished alchemists-we have Complete and rigorous production lines, each step is tightly stitched, there will never be any problems..."

"Boom——!"

Suddenly, it came from not far away The rumbling sound caused the whole team to stop and look. An obviously suspicious thick smoke was slowly rising, accompanied by a faintly flickering fire, and some screams of lose one's head out of fear.

"His Royal Highness Bu and Brandon, I promise this is just a small accident!" Seeing the gaze cast by His Royal Highness, the dean who was brow beaded with sweat quickly explained: "This kind of Things are rare in Furnace Town, but occasionally it's inevitable..."

As if it wasn't a big deal, before he could finish his words, one after another explosion sounded again. The billowing heat directly assaults the senses, followed closely from behind, there are also a series of workshops caught in fire.

"Small...accident?"

Pointing to the carriage fragments not far away that were blown into the sky by the air wave, the black hair wizard couldn't help but cocked his mouth and looked towards with a smile. Lord Dean.

It is also rare for His Royal Highness to hold his shoulders and enjoy the "view" in front of him as if watching a drama.

"Please don't use such a tone of misunderstanding, Lord Loren Torino!" The dean looked towards black hair wizard with a gloomy face. He already knew that this guy was the wizard advisor to His Royal Highness:" We are all natives of Sackland in Furnace Town, genuine people who never lie!"

It can be seen... Loren looked around with some irony, and couldn’t help but live. Secretly laughed.

Obviously there has already been an explosion, but the faces of the people around them are not even a little flustered, nor do they see the fleeing crowd of lose one's head out of fear, and they can't even hear the alarm bell. sound.

So there can only be one explanation, and that is that they have long been accustomed to this situation.

"Then, the Honest Dean, can you tell us how many weapons and equipment can Furnace Town produce in a year?"

"It depends on the year. The amount of application for, and the number of our reserves to decide!" Mr. Dean opened the mouth and said of as it should be by rights "You can't make a pile of weapons and armors, and then throw them in the warehouse and slowly rust away. Right?"

"So...As long as all weapons are produced, they will have a file?"

"Of course!"

"Then can we slightly Satisfy it, what about the curiosity of me as a foreigner?" Loren turned his head and asked with a formulaic smile on his face:

"Just like us to prove that Furnace Town is indeed loyal to the Empire. People?"

"Loren, this is a bit too much!" Brandon suddenly raised his face and looked towards his wizard advisor with a serious expression: "How can you question the dean in this tone? What about your lord?"

"A dean who has worked hard for the Empire Legion for half his life, his honor and reputation have surpassed him, and even more important than his life!"

"Questions about the loyal subjects of such an empire, even if it is just leaks and spread by some people with ulterior motives, you still have to bear the responsibility?!"

"I'm very sorry, Bu Your Royal Highness Langdon, I was completely unaware of this." The black hair wizard immediately nodded in fear, with a sincere expression: "It was completely unintentional. Please forgive me."

Loren suddenly apologized. The little wizard couldn't help but turn his head. Even Isaac was staring at the black hair wizard and the prince who were singing and playing, his expression was extremely confused.

What are these two people doing?

"no! The honor of the Sackland people is absolutely not allowed to be questioned!" The blushing dean suddenly opened the mouth and said with excitement, looking towards Brandon with bull-like eyes. "Thank you for defending my honor, Your Royal Highness! But the Sackland people will always prove themselves with facts!" After saying this, he suddenly turned and strode towards the Academy. The tacit Loren turned his head immediately-sure enough, Brandon was also looking at him with his face sideways, his delicate face smiling like a fox.

Some strange thoughts suddenly appeared in Loren's heart.

Is this the legendary... the fellow lied to the fellow?