Bicester Mountains, Murray Mine.

What started as a low-lying and damp basin has now become a huge construction site. The first phase of the construction of the Murray Park is in full swing, and the camp is full of suspended logs, and the stones taken from the ground have been piled up into a small stone mountain.

The current Muri mine is not like the original small family with only one exit, the whole six outlets are lined up, showing the domineering spirit of the local tyrant, and under the dense cobweb-like mines, there are many kinds of hard labor in mining, which is enough to make up a Bicester Mountain humanoid exhibition.

"Boom!" When the last heavy wooden box was placed in front of Morey, the two panting city guards didn't bother to wipe the sweat beads from their heads, and half-knelt down and bowed their heads, saying, "City Lord, this is the 'special material' that Lord Gou De has told you. ”

Standing in front of this long one-person tall wooden wall made of wooden boxes of soul stones, Morey didn't need to bend down, as long as he stretched out his hand and placed it on the wooden box, he could feel the cold aura released by the soul stones.

With a satisfied expression on his face, Morey turned to the half-kneeling city guard and said, "Get up!" Do you have anything else you want to bring to me? ”

Gord is worthy of being a man with the blood of hot sand goblins, and this time, even if Morey arrived at the Muri mine only a day late, the tax collector, who was already immersed in the development of the steam engine, did not have the time to take a look at himself.

"Well, that's not true." Ston thought about it for a moment, but finally shook his head blankly.

To be honest, when he entered the tent called the seminar, which was actually a group of people blowing their beards and staring at each other, he didn't know how he had gotten the right information from Gode's mysterious exchange of shouting and gesturing, and packed and sent those strange stones to Morey.

"Alright, you guys go out first!" Morey looked at the two city guards who were looking at each other blankly, and knew that he couldn't ask anything, so he simply let them leave first.

"Boom!" Morey picked up a crowbar and pried open the box, taking a fist-sized soul stone in his hand.

"Soul energy condensation detected, did you absorb it?"

"No!"

These boxes seem to be quite a lot, but Morey estimates that these more than 100 boxes of soul stones will bring him about 10,000 soul energy at most, which is not enough for him to improve the mage level, so he is naturally not in a hurry.

What's more, soul stones can also be used to form a demon summoning array, whether it is recruiting demon mercenaries or sacrificing soul stones in exchange for treasures, it is much more cost-effective than just eating them.

In fact, Morey's use of soul stones with highly condensed soul energy is more effective, but the purity is too high and it is easy to reveal flaws, so he doesn't want to do it unless he has to.

When he was thinking about it, the communication crystal suddenly lit up, and Morey clicked on it, but there was a voice from Goude: "That, master, I'm going to trouble you to receive a wave of defeated troops later!" Gourd was vague and hung up before Morey could figure it out.

Although I have always known the legend of Goude's "thrifty housekeeping" on weekdays, since I care so much about the insignificant loss of those mana crystals, why not run it myself? It's just a few steps!

"Boom!" Morey's wooden door was smashed open by a hammer, and if Morey hadn't shouted to stop at the last moment, the dwarven master Langda, who took the lead in smashing the door, would have fallen to the ground.

But Hyde still stared vigilantly at the group of dwarven blacksmiths who poured into Morey's room in a huff, and the city guards who came from outside the room to inquire about the place surrounded the place.

Looking at the broken wooden planks on the ground, Morey's face turned a little blue, and he forced himself to hold back his anger and asked, "Master Langda, don't you know what to do with me?" ”

I only knew that the dwarves who drank alcohol had a bad temper, but I didn't expect them to have such a stinky temper when they didn't drink, and they deserved to be bullied by the group of black skins underground!

"Humph! Baron Morey, since the king has signed a contract with your Faist family, we will naturally work hard under the watchful eye of our lord Moradin! But、Yes! Langda was able to communicate relatively peacefully at first, but before he could say a word, he jumped up on his ass as if it was on fire and said, "Why send a goblin who doesn't know anything to humiliate us!" A ridiculous boiler that still wants to pull a 10,000-pound hammer to build a weapon? That's how you Faist family treats your partners?! ”

In Langda's grief-stricken accusations and the help of others, Morey gradually restored the truth of the matter.

It turns out that on the day Ward arrived at the Murray Mine, he had gathered all the dwarven blacksmiths together to study the construction of the prototype of the Steam Engine No. 1.

But when he put forward the idea, he was blocked by the stubborn forces led by Langeda, who not only questioned the rationality of the steam engine, but also sneered at the future future of the steam engine.

Not to mention the many life attacks on Gode, for those young dwarves who were moved by Gode's words, they were also scolded lightly and insulted, and they looked like they couldn't see "deviant" dissent.

Gou De didn't have time to play with these old stubborns, and said directly: "It was the master who asked me to do this, and I have something to do with the master!" Then he gathered the dwarves on his side and blasted the vindicators to Morey.

Knowing what happened, Morey couldn't cry or laugh for a while.

Originally, in his imagination, everyone was engaged in technology and playing with hammers, and it should be easy to get together, who knows......

"The sight of the portal kills people!" Looking at Langda, who was still angry, Morey could only sigh silently in his heart.

Fortunately, with the help of the more than seventy dwarven blacksmiths who remained, Goude's steam engine construction plan did not come to a halt, and still started as scheduled, but without the guidance of those people, the speed of progress was faster.

As for the remaining dwarven blacksmiths who insist that "hand-built souls are the right way", Morey will naturally not let them be idle.

This time, I happened to bring a large number of blacksmith apprentices over, all of whom were recruited in Red Leaf City, and there was absolutely no problem with loyalty, but I didn't have much experience before, and everything had to start from scratch, but with these experienced dwarven blacksmiths as mentors and backbones, in the afternoon, a wide variety and large-scale weapon shop was set up, and the first furnace was successfully raised.

In Morey's plan, in addition to some of the weapons produced here for his own use, arming the increasingly large Red Leaf City Guards, a considerable part of the weapons will be sent to Red Leaf City for enchantment and resale.

Yes, Morey has gained quite a bit of powerful enchantment abilities from the Blood Moon during this time.