Iron Grades

Although the suggestion of the bomb would have costed less material than the fortress, Nodus refused merely because of the battleground, if it were a remote island full of enemies, he wouldn't hesitate, but the fact that the unknown ocean around the continent will be easily contaminated made him choose otherwise.

"How many?"

Said the young man as he stared at the lively city that has no clue about their impending doom.

"The factory cube is too small...So we only made 21 drones so far."

"That is fine, halt the process and send them to the northern lands, scan for the most inhabited and hidden area."

"Yes commander, it shouldn't be hard since it is a dead land and some adventurers already uploaded some small tribe or village area in the data center."

"Good, find a good spot within 30 hours, you know the requirements."

The robust butler bowed before leaving the villa and stood in front of the gate with flashing eyes meanwhile Nodus sat down and started to meditate.

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"Aiyo! These irons are so pure!"

Evelyn's ears twitched as she passed by an old workshop that was crowded by apprentices and workers.

She took a look at it once again because the lack of customers was too evident in this old run down store.

"It's true! This is a grade 2 Iron if we smelt it and extract the iron from this ore..."

"It will become a grade 3 Iron for sure!"

The two robust blacksmiths shouted in unison as they lifted their hammers in the air.

Every apprentices and worker cheered after them as they knew how much it meant for the two old folks who never gave up on this broken store.

"If senior Ola can manage to produce a grade 3 Iron..."

"Right, we will surely become famous, and our reputation will be restored!"

"You kids! Stop the useless chatter and bring in all the coal we have!"

The fat, robust senior who sat beside Ola shook the entire store with his shout.

Seeing the frightened workers running around, the two seniors couldn't help but reveal a smile as it reminded of themselves of their past.

"We were just like them before..."

"Yeah, but we witnessed the miracles that they didn't."

Rolly, the big belly senior sighed before turning toward the smelter.

"We ready to receive the iron."

"Don't worry, leave it to me."

The robust Ola picked up a dozen of thick hammer and dumped them all around the anvil before closing his eyes.

As the workers ran around everywhere with black coals in their arms, Evelyn finally made it to the big metal desk after avoiding the chaotic stampede.

"Hello, mis-!!!"

Evelyn turned around and saw a young girl kissing the floor with her forehead.

"Ouch..."

The young girl wore a pair of glasses with an apron wrapped around her entire front body.

"I am sorry about the wait... I didn't expect any customers because the last one we had was 2 month ag-....*Cough* Hahaha I am sorry, Welcome to the Orichid worksmith! My name is Effiel, what can I help you with?"

Evelyn squinted her eyes and started to doubt whether she should remain here or not as she stared at the cheerful girl with a red bump on her forehead.

After looking slightly down at the chest area, Evelyn nodded to herself before murmuring quietly.

"Is this when they use saying big breast no brain?"

"Uhmm...Excuse me?"

Effiel could barely make out what Evelyn as said as she leaned closer toward her with her big melons all squeezed out against the table.

"Apologies, I was thinking about something, and I came here with the purpose of purchasing every metal related object, ores and minerals preferred."

Evelyn folded the little speech paper that took her a while to finish and noticed the young girl staring at her in confusion.

The demihuman was used to the awkward silence as she remained quiet until suddenly, the young girl eyes sparkled after she registered what Evelyn had said and ran toward the seniors after telling her to wait.