Vol 3 Chapter 2: The first "station" (below)

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The furnace town that thrives around the furnace college is not an "ordinary" small town from any point of view.
From the moment of stepping into the town, a strong smell of lead dust lasted for a long time. The streets, walls, houses, and even everything that can be seen are stained with iron gray and charcoal black. The dark smoke rises from every corner of the town. The anvil and the hammer can be heard almost anytime and anywhere. "Symphony".
Almost everywhere, you can see the figure of an alchemist, either squatting next to a crucible or furnace, or arguing fiercely with another person at the workbench, and seemingly ready to fight.
It is worthy of being the military center of the empire. It is a world apart from Lotel and even Ebden. It has completely transformed the alchemist into a part of the war machine.
Looking at the cinder and iron filings in the streets under his feet, Loren's expression touched him somewhat.
From the topography, the furnace town is a town built on a hill, with the college on the top of the hill as the center, the residential area on the mountainside, the workshop and large warehouse on the edge, and the Royal Avenue and other trade roads nearby. It is not too far from the Jewel River that traverses half an empire, and it is called convenient transportation.
In contrast, it is the barren minerals here-as a town that wants to produce a lot of weapons, armor, and ordnance, in addition to being a coal mine and rich in charcoal resources, there is no most important iron ore and other mineral deposits. , Almost entirely dependent on trade with the Principality of Byrne and the South.
But on the other level, it also proves that the current empire does have enough authority, otherwise it is impossible to suppress the lords of the Principality of the South and buy a lot of minerals at a low price to feed this "steel monster" like alchemy town.
"The establishment of the melting pot town can be traced back to the second generation of the royal family of DeSalines. Your ancestor, His Excellency Eckhart I, established this town in response to the threat of the north-and then your sixth generation ancestors, Under the promise of His Majesty Brandon I, the Smelter Academy came into being. "
"From that day on, the alchemists of our academy began to work day and night to forge armor for the Imperial Legion, develop more effective and stronger ignition agents, improve forging technology; expand production scale, increase efficiency and ore utilization rate ... … "
Walking in the middle of the street full of workshops on both sides, the dean, who is more like a blacksmith than a wizard, is still proud of the river, and constantly introduces Brandon ’s
glory history
to Brandon:
"Now we can proudly say that our furnace school has reached a level that even the Yazul elves can't reach!"
"puff--"
Isaac, who followed casually behind Loren, suddenly burst out laughing—if he wasn't the little wizard who glared at him fiercely, he wouldn't even remember to cover his mouth.
Unfortunately, it was still heard.
"This is Lord Isaac Grantham who is with me, the mystic wizard from the wizard tower." The smiling Brandon immediately excuses himself for some "arrogant maniac": "I believe he is just There are some different opinions. "
The senior dean who looked badly on the face of His Royal Highness could only stare at him with an ugly expression: "Then I don't know what this 'Issue' with this Lord Isaac?"
"Oh, please don't get me wrong. I have no prejudice in the subject of alchemy-at least it is practical." Isaac, who thought he was already very restrained, could not help deliberately showing a "doubt" expression:
"As far as I know, the sword-making masters of the Yasul elves often need years to complete a real Yasul long knife, which can cleave steel like butter, and even tear dragon scales!"
"Please note that I am a proud empire. Although I came from the country, I am still proud of the empire-but I really do n’t know when our weapons are so powerful?"
The expression of the dean who was stared at by an "arrogant man" was even more ugly, and even blushed in embarrassment. He couldn't even say a complete sentence:
"This, there is no comparison between the two!"
"Oh, but did you just say ..."
"Yes, but it will take them several years to complete a weapon. At this time, our furnace town has been able to cast thousands of pieces!" The irritable dean of the dean explained eagerly: "Light is absolute in quantity. pressing!"
"Look at our scale, this one-by-one workshop! There are also skilled craftsmen and sophisticated alchemists-we have a complete and rigorous production line, every step is tightly closed, and will never appear any problem……"
"boom--!"
Suddenly, the roar from a short distance away stopped the entire team, and an apparently suspicious smoke was slowly rising, accompanied by a faint flash of fire, and some panic shouts.
"His Highness Brandon and Brandon, I promise this is just a small accident!" Seeing the eyes cast by His Royal Highness, the sweaty Dean of the Dean quickly explained: "This kind of thing is not much in the furnace town See, only occasionally ... "
It seemed like it wasn't too much, before he finished talking, the explosions continued one after another. The heat wave was rushing directly in the face, followed by workshops that were caught in fire.
"Little ... an accident?"
Pointing to the fragment of the carriage that was blown up by the air waves not far away, the dark-haired wizard couldn't help but lifted the corner of his mouth and smiled at the dean.
And His Royal Highness also seldom held his shoulders, watching the drama like the "view" in front of him.
"Please don't use this kind of misleading tone, Lord Loren Turin!" The dean looked gloomy at the black-haired wizard, who already knew that this guy was a wizard's advisor to His Royal Highness: "Our melting pot towns are all The native Saqran people, real people, never lie! "
I can really see ... Lorren looked around with some irony, couldn't help but smirk in the bottom of my heart.
There were obviously explosions, but there wasn't even a bit of panic on the faces of the people around, nor did they see the panicked fleeing crowd, and even the sound of the alarm bell could not be heard.
So there can only be one explanation, that is, they have long been accustomed to this situation.
"So, can you tell us the honest dean, how many weapons and equipment can be forged in the furnace town in a year?"
"This, it depends on the amount of applications that year, and the amount of our reserves to decide!" The dean said, as a matter of course, "You can't make a bunch of weapons and armor, and then throw it in the warehouse and slowly corrode it. ? "
"So ... all weapons are archived as long as they are produced?"
"of course!"
"So can you be a little satisfied, my curiosity as a foreigner?" Loren asked, with a formulated smile on his face:
"Just like us prove that the furnace town is indeed a loyal empire of the empire?"
"Loren, this is a little too much!" Brandon suddenly raised his face and looked at his wizard advisor with a serious expression: "How can you use this tone to question the dean?"
"A dean who has worked for the Imperial Legion and has devoted himself for half his life. His honor and reputation have surpassed him, and even more important than his life!"
"Doubt the loyal subjects of such an empire, even if it is just leaking the news ~ EbookFREE.me ~ and then spread by some people with ulterior motives, do you know that you have to take responsibility ?!"
"I'm very sorry, Your Highness Brandon, I didn't realize this at all." The black-haired wizard immediately nodded in fear, looking sincerely: "It's completely inadvertently lost, please forgive me."
Suddenly apologizing for Loren, the little wizard could not help but look back, and even Isaac was staring at the black-haired wizard and the prince, the sing-along, with an extremely confused expression.
What are these two people doing?
"No! The honor of the Sacran people is absolutely not allowed to be questioned!" The red-faced Dean of the Dean suddenly said excitedly, staring at the cow-like eyes to Brandon: "Thanks for defending my honor, Prince Your Highness! But the Sacran people will always prove themselves with facts! "
After he finished speaking, he suddenly turned around and strode toward the college. The tacit Laurent turned back immediately—sure enough, Brandon was also looking at him sideways, his delicate face smiling like a fox.
Suddenly, there was some strange thought in Loren's heart.
Could this be the legend ... the fellow deceived the fellow?