Iron ore? Gold?

Jeff was stupid and couldn't tell the difference.

A minecart slashes in front of him, drawing Ryne's attention.

He stared at the minecart and even ran with it.

"Young Master, it's dangerous!"

Running in the mines, it's really lifeless!

Carrying the miner's lamp, Jeff stumbled after him, following closely behind Ryne.

The minecart stops at the end and is emptied into the furnace.

Lyne also stopped, his hands on his knees, and gasped for air.

Jeff is slightly more physically fit than him.

After catching up with Eun, he carried the miner's lamp and looked around.

Lyne suddenly fell ill, and he didn't know if the people from the Inquisition would be able to keep up.

After making sure there was no threat around, several short figures appeared in Jeff's field of vision.

Dwarf?

Looking at the miners operating in front of him, Jeff subconsciously frowned, lowered his voice and said to Master Lyon,

"Young Master, these things... Not very lucky. ”

The Holy Descent family must avoid being involved with dwarves, goblins, and elves.

Legend has it that these races were the cause of the fall of the Qiyun Kingdom and were regarded as hoodoos, unclean.

Associated with them, it's easy to be targeted by heresies.

A member of the Holy Seed who is clean should not do this.

Rang ignored Jeff's warning and chuckled,

"My iniquity lacks this one."

He strode forward, raised his hands, and communicated with the other party in the stumbling Gu Qiyun language.

If Lyon remembers correctly, the dwarves all speak the ancient Qiyun language.

And as a descendant of the Saint Family, in the education he received, Gu Qiyun's language was a must.

The dwarf was a little surprised, he didn't expect that there would be someone other than Mr. Ludon who would be willing to take the initiative to communicate with him.

After a brief chat, the dwarf made a welcoming gesture and invited Ryan to enter.

"Young Master!"

Jeff wanted to persuade something, but Lynn only had dwarves and furnaces in his eyes, and he couldn't listen to them.

Jeff didn't hesitate for long, gritted his teeth and followed.

Regardless of his identity, Jeff is required to protect the safety of Master Lyon.

Carrying a miner's lamp, following Lynn, feeling the heat wave coming, Jeff saw an unbelievable scene.

Romance

On a line, the dwarves were busy.

The red molten iron flows into the mold...

The red-hot iron was picked up by pliers, and the hammer was smashed down.

Ping Pong...

The orderly production scene, containing a kind of vigorous vitality and power, shocked Jeff.

He had never seen anything like it.

"They call it the production line."

Sweating profusely, Lyne took the time to explain while talking to the dwarf,

"Long swords, round shields, and armor can be produced here every day..."

The exact number, the dwarf did not disclose.

Although they are enthusiastic, they do not mean stupidity.

However, looking at the busy dwarves on the 'production line', Jeff was sure of one thing.

The yield is horrible!

Enough to arm one, no, give some more time, enough for them to arm all the legions!

A basket of long swords, without a blade, was carried by the dwarves into a cart and transported to an unknown location.

Jeff subconsciously swallowed and foamed.

He was a little skeptical that the two of them would be able to get out of this place called the 'assembly line'.

This may be Mr. Ludon's secret.

Jeff reminded,

"Young master, we weren't invited, we shouldn't run around."

"Don't be afraid, I'll tell you a secret!"

Lyne asked Jeff to come over and whispered,

"We paid for it!"

For this visit, Vice President Lyon paid a large sum of Miso.

Since Ludon received the money and didn't tell them where they couldn't go, they could go anywhere.

Luden doesn't care, what is Lyne afraid of?

The corners of Jeff's mouth twitched, his mood was complicated, he didn't know what to say, he could only sigh lightly.

Meeting Mr. Luden may be the greatest misfortune for Young Master Lyon.

Originally, Young Master Lyon should be the leader of the new generation of the Holy Descent, and he should take up a position of real power, inherit the glory of Ponge, and finally enter the Senate...

And not in the St. Peter's sanatorium, as in the present, in the company of madmen all day long.

Even whether Young Master Laien is crazy or not, Jeff can't tell.

In any case, as a servant, even if Young Master Laien goes crazy, Jeff has no other choice but to accompany him to go crazy.

"Jeff, look!"

Lane pointed to baskets of weapons and armor, and said excitedly,

"These are Punge's exploits, you know, these are Punge's exploits!

The heads he has slain will be piled up into a high mountain, each of which will be stuck in a stake, and it will spread from the wasteland to the gods..."

Jeff:......

Lane spoke a few more words to the dwarf.

He wanted to see where these weapons and armor would be sent.

The dwarves were hesitant at first, thinking that it was not convenient to talk about such things.

Lai En promised that he would give the other party a barrel of good wine.

The dwarf readily agreed.

No way, Lyon gave too much.

The dwarf fetched two baskets and placed them on the cart for Lane and Jeff to sit in.

Then the dwarf pushed the cart, and under the influence of gravity, the cart slowly slid forward, rolling towards the darkness.

After about six hundred heartbeats, Jeff felt some change in the oncoming air, and light began to appear in front of him.

He grabbed the edge of the basket and reminded,

"Young Master, it's almost there!"

Bang –

It's the end of the line.

The two baskets flipped to the ground, and Jeff and Lane rolled several times before stopping.

Before the two of them could stand up, they were pointed at several long swords, and they did not dare to move in place.

"I'm Jeff, the steward of the Jager family!"

Jeff raised his hands in the air, signaling that he was not hostile and showing a wooden card to the other person.

"Coincidentally."

The warriors stepped aside, and a strong man who looked like a lion sneered,

"I'm Ponge of House Jager."

Jeff:......

He never expected that these swords and armor would be General Pang Ge on the other side!

This is a big disaster.

Jeff was thinking about how he could put the blame on himself and try not to let Ryn be punished.

But Lai En spoke first,

"What about your quarrel with someone?"

Pang Ge was stunned for a moment, but laughed instead of being angry, "Yes, I quarreled with people." ”

Since they were their own people, the warriors naturally put away their swords and returned to their posts.

The two stood up, and Lai En didn't care about his embarrassment, but asked with interest,

"What's the noise?"

Master, let's say a few words!

Jeff was already wailing inwardly.

Now, Lyon's only backer is this General Ponge.

Lyne is very sick today, in case he says the wrong thing and offends Ponge...

If this development continues, the young master is afraid that he will not even be able to live in St. Peter's Sanatorium!

Tomorrow, the master and servant will roll up their bedding and ask for food in the street.

It's not that Jeff is afraid that he will ask for food, mainly because the young master can't bear this hardship.

Moreover, in the past, Lai'en's awe of Ponge was almost engraved in his bones, and he didn't even dare to speak out loud in front of Pong.

Ponger pointed to the ordnance designer on the side and said dissatisfiedly,

"This guy is only willing to produce armor and weapons of fixed styles and shapes, and is not willing to tailor them for my fighters."

Obviously, the equipment produced from the [assembly line] is large in quantity and of high quality.

There is only one problem: a part of the fighters does not fit!

Leather armor with iron plates is either too big or too small for them.

The shield is also, there are only three styles, and many warriors are not used to it.

They prefer the gear they've used for years to the stuff.

"Tailor-made?"

Lyne asked curiously,

"Pong, do you have your own sword and shield?"

Jeff on the side was about to cry.

Master! Father! Ancestors!

This is your uncle, your only thigh!

Even if you're crazy, pick someone and call them by their first name... How dare lions not eat people!

Strangely, Pang Ge didn't care about Lynn's offense, but replied seriously,

"Of course, I have the best sword, shield? I don't need that kind of thing. ”

Lyne continued,

"And how many ponges are there in the Divine State?"

This question, Ponger answered more simply,

"One!"

"That's right! Ponge has only one, and his sword can be special. ”

Lyne was a little strange and asked rhetorically,

"But the soldiers of the legion are not Ponge, and giving them a special sword can decide the outcome of a war?"

Ponger was stunned for a moment, and looked at Lyne in some surprise.

"That guy said something similar."

Ponger groaned,

"That guy said that it should be people who adapt to equipment, not equipment that adapts to people..."

Ludon made it clear to Ponger that there were only three styles of equipment that would be the way to maximize productivity.

These styles, which were also studied before production, can summarize more than 80% of the legionnaires.

Ponge should go find some fighters who are more suited to the equipment, not adjust the equipment.

Modify a piece of leather armor, a long sword, a shield...

These require a lot of time, manpower, and material resources.

And at such a big cost, putting it on the battlefield is still just the combat power of a warrior, that's all.

The loss of combat power caused by the poor equipment can be completely compensated for by quantity!

is also fully armed, three thousand against five thousand, maybe there is still suspense about the outcome of the outcome.

What about three thousand against thirty thousand?

What about 300,000?

The solution given by Lutdon, Ponger can be sensible, but he can't fully accept it emotionally.

He came here to quarrel, he didn't think about it, but he met Lynn.

After listening to Lai's words, Ponger glanced at him,

"I'm a little skeptical now that it's a waste to keep you in St. Peter's Sanatorium."

Having forgotten the previous conversation, Lai En crouched down beside the basket and began to count the ants.

Soon, Ponge shook his head.

He crouched down and whispered in Lynn's ear,

"One day Ludon lives, one day you live in St. Peter's Sanatorium."

Tears suddenly welled up, and Lai En choked up and asked,

"What if he lives forever?"

Ponger said coldly,

"Then you'll be crazy forever."

What's more, Ponge is well aware that Ludon won't be alive forever.

This guy never stops dying.

Soon, Lyne burst into tears and smiled, opened his hands, gestured to a big house, and said excitedly,

"When I'm discharged from the hospital, I'll want a big house, a house made of gold..."

Ponger shook his head and said nonchalantly,

"That's not something I need to think about."

In the case of options, Ludon outperforms Lane in every aspect.

The most important thing is that all Lutdon wants is good fortune, just give him good fortune.

Ponger had decided that the alliance between the two was sacred and unbreakable.

For the sake of his place and evaluation in history, Ponger would never have backstabbed Luden.

What does Lyne want?

There's no need for Ponge to have a headache.

Leave it to Lyon's allies to give it a headache.

"Remember."

Ponger repeated,

"One day Luden lives, you go crazy one day."

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