The clouds that rose in front of him were the product of the constant smoke from the city's workshops—in front of the smoking furnaces, a group of dwarves were sweating and forging the iron in front of them.

The closest to the furnace was a dwarf with his upper body exposed, his dark arms and face, as heavy as a bronze statue under the reflection of the fiery red fire. Expertly grasping the tongs in his left hand, he accurately and steadily picked up a piece of red-hot iron in the stove and placed it on a waist-high black anvil. The right hand gripped the fist-like hammer, and the hammer slammed into the red-hot iron with a loud bang.

In an instant, sparks of heat flew everywhere, splashing all over his body, splashing onto his hands, and even when they landed on his beard, he still didn't move. Only the sparkle of heat and the sweat covering his body fought each other, so that the spark was always extinguished instantly.

After repeating this for dozens of times, he skillfully picked up the thick and black iron and threw it into the furnace, and then took out another piece of red-colored iron from it, and began repeatedly.

"Flutter, flutter" sounded with the churning pool water, which is the dwarf in the heat treatment workshop carrying out the local quenching process. He was hammering lightly with a small hammer in his hand. And the one with a sledgehammer on the side should be his apprentice. The master and apprentice used the two unused hammers to create a beautiful sonata.

At the other end of the workshop, the dwarf, who was constantly adding wood fire to the smoldering kiln, was intently observing the temperature inside the small kiln opening. What is going on here is tempering, and the size of the vent and the amount of fuel are the key to controlling the temperature.

This qiē is burning with a raging fire all the time, and smoke is constantly emitted outward along with the flames. However, these booming factories play a small role in the city's smog emission system.

The 100-foot blast furnace surrounded by clouds and mist that stunned Barrett and the others, as well as the coking plants in the city, were the real culprits of this qiē - although the gas produced by coking was mostly used as fuel to heat the softened metal, the white smoke from the pipes could not even blow the slightest wind.

The large wooden barrel, which could only be pulled by two horses, was filled with viscous tar, and the tar occasionally spilled through the cracks of the barrel as it traveled along the road. In this way, they left a puddle of black marks on the original yellow-brown cement stone road. This black slime will be preliminarily processed by the alchemy workshops in the city of Gamelil, and then converted into special industrial raw materials for sale or shipped to Poitou.

It is a city of steel, one of the sources of wealth for Boreham, and an important steel production base in the Principality of Norhan. Tons of cast iron, crude steel, and other simple metalwork are produced here every day. One by one, the caravans were sent to where they were needed, and most of them were further processed into farmer's hoes, adventurers' weapons, and even knights' armor.

"Ahem! Cough! Cough! As the caravan approached Gamelil City, the thick haze began to come into contact with the players in the caravan. Whether it is in reality or in the game, players who come into contact with this white smoke for the first time feel that their mouths seem to itch.

Bena pulled out a handkerchief and dipped it in water before covering her mouth and nose. This made her words begin to change a little bit: "What the hell is this!" Can anyone live in such an environment for a long time? I think even in the slums underground, the air is much better than here. ”

"I remember that the history books I had read seemed to mention such a situation. If the above statement is correct, all the countries that used to be in the old era were shrouded in such smoke for a long time. In short, staying for a long time is not good for the respiratory system. As he spoke, the anvil began to look for props to clog his nostrils, but it was clear that a dwarf in the image of an uncle could not carry a handkerchief or something like a girl.

"There's no need to be so nervous! In just a day or two, the self-cleaning function of the creatures will solve them. Besides, anyway, what are the game characters afraid of! "Despite what he said, Barrett had another thought in his mind: 'Is this the steampunk style of the fantasy world?' I didn't expect this place to become such a steel city two hundred years later! It's just that in such a thick haze, won't the craftsmen living in the city protest? ’

"Anyway, I don't want to stay here for too long. Even if it doesn't have a negative impact on the characters, it's really a sin for us! Rielie also put a veil over herself.

Barrett is optimistic: "Don't worry! At most, tomorrow we'll be on our way, and this will be the caravan's last stop in Boreham. At the same time, it is also a meeting place for the Chamber of Commerce. ”

After some inspection into the city, nearly a third of the caravans in the caravan turned to several different warehouses in the city. The main body of the caravan traveled unhurriedly to a warehouse in the north of the city. It appears that a significant part of the goods that came with the convoy were for the huge steel industry of the city of Gamelil.

After a short rest in the convoy, Captain Josephine gave the adventurers a short break of half an afternoon. During this time, you can move freely, as long as you return to the warehouse before dinner and wait for the early departure tomorrow morning. For the aboriginal adventurers who have been begging for a living on this trade route for many years, they have long been accustomed to this arrangement. The short period of venting and joy did not interfere with the next morning's work.

Once the horses were settled, the natives and adventurers, who were ready as soon as possible, galloped to the tavern in the city - the dwarves were the best blacksmiths and the purest drunkards. The city of Gamelil, with its large number of dwarven artisans, must have taverns matching the number of dwarves.

From expensive dwarven fitans, brandy, and ice fountains to cheap barley beer and cider. It is enough to satisfy the different hobbies of most drunkards on the Western University 6. After a few days of hard work, it is also a rare pleasure for adventurers to numb their nerves with alcohol.

However, players are not in the mood to go out in such ghost weather. Similarly, they still have a sense of freshness for the caravan guards, and they are not mentally so tight. Except for the noodles who went into the city to buy rations, the blood-stained gray flowers remained in the camp.

"Anvil, you guy, come and help! This box is dead. Such a voice reached the ears of Barrett and the others from afar. The dwarf who was named had to give the natives on the side an apologetic expression, put down his work and walked in the direction from which the voice came.

That's right, a few men in the team are helping the guys in the caravan prepare for tomorrow's departure. Although there is no decent payout, it quickly brings the player closer to the natives.

These natives, who used to seem very strange, will now tell Barrett and them about the interesting things they have encountered in their business travels. This is a good start for Barrett and the others, who are going to spend some time on escort missions.

The halfling, who had begun to call from afar, walked on the anvil for a while before appearing with him in front of Barrett and the others. A sleek wooden crate was held in the dwarf's arms, and the noodle carried a not-so-small linen bag on its back.

"It's actually Boreham No. 2 portable rations? Noodles, you don't think we're too extravagant to use this in the first place. At the sight of the markings on the wooden box, Barrett's brow began to tangle slightly.

Boreham's portable rations are famous among the aborigines! Not only is it of high quality, but it is also nutritionally reasonable, and even the taste is far superior to the dry food eaten by the average adventurer. Not only does it occupy a very large territory in the military market of the Norhan Kingdom, but it is even exported overseas.

Of course, such a good thing is not cheap in price. What's more, the amount of this thing sold to the outside world every year is some, and the vast majority of it is digested internally by the army that placed orders in advance. If you buy the noodles at this time, I'm afraid there will be some extra blood.

"Eat better to have morale! Besides, this time you let me go and procure, at least the military rations produced and the lord's workshop will not have any quality problems. Noodle reached out and patted the box in the dwarf's hand.

"The military rations of the territory! I didn't expect you guys to be so particular! But no matter how good things are, you will get tired of eating too much, let alone this kind of standard food. If you buy so much at once, I'm afraid you won't dare to eat this again. The guy who poked his head out from the side quipped. After the exchange just now, this familiar guy is already able to make some innocuous jokes.

Noodle proudly patted the linen pocket on his back: "Don't worry! I've got other ones in store! Changing the taste will definitely not produce psychological shadows. ”

Barrett patted the aboriginal on the shoulder: "Wexman, are you interested in military rations!" I'll give you a little bit after I'm out of the box? ”

"Honestly, I've been in Boreham for so many years, and I haven't really tried this thing! If you can, thank you. I also heard what others said! Wexman smiled awkwardly as he shrank his head.

In fact, the military rations were not so expensive that they could not be afforded. It's just that guys like Wexman usually go back and pay attention to this kind of thing. The watch in front of me is just a whim. But since there is an opportunity to sell favors, of course players will not let it go.

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