Lina's break attracted dozens of eyes in the workshop in an instant, and the sound of hammers in the air was reduced by half for a while. Ignoring the astonished eyes of the apprentice beside her, she made her way through several still-busy workshops to the largest furnace.

The purple-clothed hunter didn't even see the appearance of the person in front of the furnace, so he snatched the stove shovel and tongs from the other party's hand and threw them at his feet. She stretched her long arms lightly, carried the craftsman's forged apron, lifted him up like a chicken, and did not forget to lift her foot sideways and slam the hatch of the hearth with a "bang".

"Hey! What do you want? Seeing someone facing their fellow workers in the workshop, there was an unkind look at the distant table, and the craftsmen who were close to him stopped what they were doing, and pointed their hammers at the mysterious visitor by the hearth.

Lena didn't seem to see the vigilance beside her, and her hand casually stopped in front of her face, blocking a heat-insulating glove that fanned indiscriminately. The huntress turned her face and looked squarely at the guy she had lifted in the air. The young man's cheeks were slightly chubby, covered with a layer of blackening that only a craftsman could have, but he could still see the suffocated redness of his face. His feet were dangling in the air, and his hands were pounding on Lena's arms: "Vixen! Put me down...... Ouch! ”

The purple-clothed hunter let go of his hand in response, and the young man in his hand was caught off guard and sat on the ground with a "bang". Lena glanced at the badge on the young man's forging apron, the other party had obviously just obtained the title of craftsman, and the badge was carefully wrapped in pine oil, for fear of being blackened by the furnace smoke: "So, now Scarlet, has the standard for selecting craftsmen become so low?" ”

Suddenly encountering such an unwarranted disaster, a fire of ignorance suddenly rose in the young craftsman's chest. He made a gesture to stand up, but the first thing he saw was the thick heavy crossbow behind Lena's back. Noticing that the huntress did not have half a badge on her chest, the craftsman suppressed half of the fire in his heart, and looked at the woman with a little more horror in his eyes. He rubbed his aching buttocks, and scolded himself, "Where did the crazy woman come from? If you delay the forging step, you can't afford to sell your hunting suit! ”

"No thanks—" Huntress Shi Shiran said. The bellows were still working hard, and the flames of the charcoal burning at the bottom of the furnace were white, and she pointed to the side of the furnace, where there was a stack of white metal plates, which the young craftsman had not had time to put into the furnace, "If you haven't seen it clearly—the temperature of the furnace hasn't cooled down yet, and if that thing touches the charcoal in the furnace, none of us will ever want to get out of this workshop alive today." ”

Pure white metal, which is produced in the Southern Ice Sheet, has the lowest melting point of any common ore and melts into a liquid in a matter of seconds when it is fed into a furnace that is too hot. As soon as a few drops of molten liquid fall into the bottom of the furnace, the furnace will instantly detonate the furnace full of charcoal, blasting the furnace into ruins, along with the entire workshop.

"In my hometown, people who operate like this are impatient." Lena explained, but not for the young man at her feet. The huntress glanced out of the workshop gate, and the two union knights across the street had heard the commotion and had already groped their way behind the door to be on guard. The two ears were pressed behind the door to listen for a few moments, and they glanced at each other, and then silently stuffed the flares calling for help back into their pockets.

Recalling the flame color when the furnace was opened, a chill rose up on the young craftsman's back. His face was blushing, but how could he easily admit it in front of dozens of colleagues and apprentices, so he could only stiffen his neck and say stubbornly: "I'm a professional craftsman, what do you know?" He gestured ostentatiously, "Do you know who the owner of this workshop is?" Dare you point fingers here—"

"Alright, Ah Ying." Before the young man's words fell, the door to the inner hall of the workshop opened silently, and a red-haired young dragon man leaned out half of his body from inside, "Thank you girl, they saved your life." ”

"But ......"

The dragonman shook his head lightly and stepped forward with the hammer lifted. Lena looked behind the half-open door, but saw that it was brightly lit, and there was another smaller workshop of this size. Just by peeking at the leopard, the craftswoman found several expensive forgings in the room, including several large aids that Lena had been thinking about for a long time.

In a moment's time, the young dragonman had already arrived at the huntress. He shy away from Lina's gaze, stretched out his hand and bent down, pulled up the young man named Ah Ying on the ground, and said reproachfully: "I told you, just move the forging here, and I will do the rest of the work myself." ”

"But I've already obtained the qualification of a craftsman, you can't let me do the job of an apprentice anymore!" The young man protested.

"That's what I thought before I heard about it." The dragonman craftsman stood the hammer at his feet, "I wanted you to try to be my deputy when the next hunting tool is ready, but I'm afraid you won't be up to the task right now - go and rest for a while, or ask the steward to get some basic artifact tasks, you still have a lot to learn in terms of forging knowledge." ”

"Got it...... the young craftsman's eyes darkened, and he looked at Lena at the dragonman's signal, and said "thank you" in a voice as thin as a mosquito, before turning away as if he had been pardoned.

"So—what do you call it?" The dragonman asked, shaking the control arm by the furnace a few times. The movement of the bellows then eased, and the white flame in the furnace turned positive yellow little by little, with a slight red halo, and finally stabilized there.

"Just call me Lena," the huntress stepped aside and watched as the craftsman put the plates into the furnace piece by piece.

"I am ......"

"Is this what you're going to forge?" Lena didn't seem to be interested in the name of the person in front of her. She patted the bench next to her and couldn't help but ask, "Is it naval artillery...... Something like that, right? ”

On the huge platform, there is a thick and long metal pipe, the pipe body is thick, more than two meters long, the outer edge is smooth and shiny, exuding the black light of metal. The rear end of the pipe body is reserved with a filling port and a groove for fixing, which is clearly a standard gun barrel.

"Tower cannon," the dragonman corrected, shoving the last metal plate into the furnace and watching the dancing flames, "but it can also be attached to an airship." ”

"Prototype?" Lena pursed her lips, scorched by the fire. The caliber of the gun was not small, but the tube body was excessively short, and the proportions were very different from the standard of any kind of union. The craftswoman probed all over the barrel with her hands, and the material of the barrel was not particularly remarkable, but the wall was at least one-third thicker than the mainstream naval guns. This meant that it was heavier, which greatly limited the possibility of being carried by a war airship, and even if it was put into service, it could only be used in positional warfare for city defense and large hunting.

"Sort of, if this test shot can be successful." The dragon man didn't forget to add, "Oh, this is not for sale. ”

"Those pure white metal—" the purple-clad hunter was intrigued, and she pointed to the softening metal plates in the furnace, "to cool the cannon body, right?" ”

"Well, it's better to stick to the outer wall of the barrel and make some difference." The dragonman master responded, his eyes still fixed on the dancing flames in front of him.

"Hey, that's a fitting operation." Lena didn't notice the other party's gaze, and subconsciously spoke. The moment the shell is fired, the barrel will heat up and expand sharply, and the pure white metal attached to the outer wall of the barrel, even if there is a little misfit, will cause the pipe body to expand and contract unevenly: "A little careless......

It would greatly increase the risk of exploding, I know. The dragonman nodded, and reopened the furnace, dissipating the turbid gas that erupted from the furnace, "But that's what 'trial type' means, isn't it?" ”

"Let me try." The purple-clothed hunter was still immersed in his thoughts, and unconsciously tugged on the dracon's apron, "You only have two hands, no matter how precise you are, you can't do it perfectly." ”

"I thought you were a hunter." The young dragonman's eyes widened, and he looked at the woman in front of him with some strange expression.

As soon as the words came out, Lena was shocked. Imprisoned in a union prison, the craftswoman had not touched the forging table for more than a month, forcing her to spend her days drawing theories and designs on the walls of her cell. At this moment, a great opportunity to practice was in front of her, and when she saw that Hunter was happy, she blurted out without even thinking about it, realizing that it was too late when she realized her abruptness.

The purple-clothed hunter had the heart to dispel this thought, but in the underground world, there was no reason to take back the words he said. She had no choice but to laugh dryly: "Not anymore." Or is it ...... Do you have any prejudices against craftsmen who have been hunters? ”

"Of course not—" The dragonman scratched his chin with his four-fingered palm, his eyes lit up, and he asked with a snug mouth behind Lena's back, "Is that your work?" ”

The Shadow Hunter untied the thousand troops behind him and carefully placed them on the work platform: "No, the modification is not bad, is it?" ”

The orders in the workshop are heavy, and the tasks that fall on everyone's heads are not light, and no one will leave the forgings that are still steaming to see the excitement. Therefore, the commotion in the workshop lasted only a moment, and when the owner intervened, the craftsmen dispersed without interest. Everyone had already returned to their posts, and they didn't wait to start work again, but they saw the woman who had just gone wild to take over the hammer of the owner, and the next moment she actually stood on the assistant seat of the workbench.

"Is this what you're going to forge?" Lena didn't seem to be interested in the name of the person in front of her. She patted the bench next to her and couldn't help but ask, "Is it naval artillery...... Something like that, right? ”

On the huge platform, there is a thick and long metal pipe, the pipe body is thick, more than two meters long, the outer edge is smooth and shiny, exuding the black light of metal. The rear end of the pipe body is reserved with a filling port and a groove for fixing, which is clearly a standard gun barrel.

"Tower cannon," the dragonman corrected, shoving the last metal plate into the furnace and watching the dancing flames, "but it can also be attached to an airship." ”

"Prototype?" Lena pursed her lips, scorched by the fire. The caliber of the gun was not small, but the tube body was excessively short, and the proportions were very different from the standard of any kind of union. The craftswoman probed all over the barrel with her hands, and the material of the barrel was not particularly remarkable, but the wall was at least one-third thicker than the mainstream naval guns. This meant that it was heavier, which greatly limited the possibility of being carried by a war airship, and even if it was put into service, it could only be used in positional warfare for city defense and large hunting.

"Sort of, if this test shot can be successful." The dragon man didn't forget to add, "Oh, this is not for sale. ”

"Those pure white metal—" the purple-clad hunter was intrigued, and she pointed to the softening metal plates in the furnace, "to cool the cannon body, right?" ”

"Well, it's better to stick to the outer wall of the barrel and make some difference." The dragonman master responded, his eyes still fixed on the dancing flames in front of him.

"Hey, that's a fitting operation." Lena didn't notice the other party's gaze, and subconsciously spoke. The moment the shell is fired, the barrel will heat up and expand sharply, and the pure white metal attached to the outer wall of the barrel, even if there is a little misfit, will cause the pipe body to expand and contract unevenly: "A little careless......

It would greatly increase the risk of exploding, I know. The dragonman nodded, and reopened the furnace, dissipating the turbid gas that erupted from the furnace, "But that's what 'trial type' means, isn't it?" ”

"Let me try." The purple-clothed hunter was still immersed in his thoughts, and unconsciously tugged on the dracon's apron, "You only have two hands, no matter how precise you are, you can't do it perfectly." ”

"I thought you were a hunter." The young dragonman's eyes widened, and he looked at the woman in front of him with some strange expression.

As soon as the words came out, Lena was shocked. Imprisoned in a union prison, the craftswoman had not touched the forging table for more than a month, forcing her to spend her days drawing theories and designs on the walls of her cell. At this moment, a great opportunity to practice was in front of her, and when she saw that Hunter was happy, she blurted out without even thinking about it, realizing that it was too late when she realized her abruptness.

The purple-clothed hunter had the heart to dispel this thought, but in the underground world, there was no reason to take back the words he said. She had no choice but to laugh dryly: "Not anymore." Or is it ...... Do you have any prejudices against craftsmen who have been hunters? ”

"Of course not—" The dragonman scratched his chin with his four-fingered palm, his eyes lit up, and he asked with a snug mouth behind Lena's back, "Is that your work?" ”

The Shadow Hunter untied the thousand troops behind him and carefully placed them on the work platform: "No, the modification is not bad, is it?" ”

The orders in the workshop are heavy, and the tasks that fall on everyone's heads are not light, and no one will leave the forgings that are still steaming to see the excitement. Therefore, the commotion in the workshop lasted only a moment, and when the owner intervened, the craftsmen dispersed without interest. Everyone had already returned to their posts, and they didn't wait to start work again, but they saw the woman who had just gone wild to take over the hammer of the owner, and the next moment she actually stood on the assistant seat of the workbench.