Chapter 212
The knifesmith hammered out the last nail, a steel nail as thick as an arm, which was driven into the outer wall of the huge container in front of him.
That's almost finished; all that's left is the decoration.
She simply covered her female genitalia with bandages, had a wet towel around her neck, and was covered in a mixture of sweat and cold water.
There was a bucket next to it filled with cold water. It was meant to be poured over oneself when one was resting.
Relying on his saintly and healthy body, he doesn't care about things like catching a cold.
After all, he's the kind of guy who can hold a lava-filled iron shovel without even flinching.
Before her lay her creation: a strangely shaped carriage.
There's probably only one of these in the whole world. Although its level of comfort is unparalleled, all the materials used are top-notch.
Moreover, many of the production methods cannot be replicated.
For example, using a small bowl to seal tiny gaps with lava – who would dare to do that?
This wasn't ordinary magma; it was dragon blood collected from the giant dragon standing in the city. Not only was it hotter than magma, but it was also much stronger after being fixed together with the dragon scales.
She took a deep breath and slammed her fist down hard.
Not just the carriage, the entire factory vibrated. It bounced off the ground, crashed into the wall, and became embedded in it.
She walked over, pulled the carriage out of the half-sunken state, and placed it on the ground, noticing that there wasn't even a crack on it.
I was immediately filled with a sense of accomplishment.
An ordinary horse-drawn carriage is no match for testing one's skills.
For her, a single punch is the sole measure of quality. If it can't even withstand one of its own punches, how can it be expected to survive an area rife with disaster?
In actual use, Karl would also use holy magic to reinforce the structure, so there should be no problem in terms of defensive capabilities.
The only problem now is the number of people. This carriage is a little smaller than I thought; it can only accommodate a maximum of five people lying down.
Denos's suggestion to use a coffin lined with animal hides as a bed inside was indeed feasible.
She sighed and looked at the others.
Not all carriages can be of this standard, but fortunately, we found someone who could make a normal carriage.
The one next to it was made by someone else.
Um, can you really guarantee it won't fall apart?
She was a little worried, so she patted the thing.
Oh well, the number of people going this time is limited anyway. It seems that besides Karl, there are only Denos and Nina.
Those two guys eventually decided to go together.
The reason is that if they go, there will be no need for other humans. Although it sounds arrogant, as two complementary sorcerers, their combined strength is absolutely undeniable.
In that case, at worst, I can just take my own carriage back in the end.
Is this all I can do?
The swordsmith frowned, thinking of the high priest who had left yesterday.
That guy said he had a personal relationship with the Benevolent One and that he would be more useful than her if he went back.
Although he was very annoyed, the guy said that he had no problem getting back even without any transportation.
Having said all that, the swordsmith was too lazy to bother with that guy anymore.
Anyway, it's just a matter of going back to report a situation; it doesn't matter who goes. In the end, that guy is still a high-ranking priest. Even if he's a bit crooked, the fact that he still has power means that God still recognizes him.
God only recognizes responsible and stubborn people, and after a long time, she understood this. Although she didn't know what kind of crazy ideas that guy had, at least he would keep his promises.
She wrapped herself in a towel and went into the next room. Unlike the workshop, where the temperature was extremely high due to lava and dragon blood, the temperature here was ridiculously low.
It's nothing much, I just put a water chestnut with ice-attribute magic in there. So the whole room is below freezing.
The swordsmith, being a woman at heart, simply couldn't stand being covered in sweat. Not having a place to shower was absolutely unbearable.
She lay down in the pool, completely submerging herself before emerging and quickly drying herself with a towel. After removing the last bit of soaked bandage, she swiftly changed into her new clothes.
It was sent by Twelve, as an apology for destroying her original workshop.
To put it bluntly, he wanted her to help repair the hole in the airship.
Well, that guy's pretty perceptive. The clothes he gave me were indeed quite nice. Besides, I made him pay the price with an arm.
It's no problem to help fix something. I'll fix it quickly after I've finished my important business in a couple of days and let him leave as soon as possible.
This is an outfit made of animal hides. You first need to wear a pure cotton inner garment, then fasten it with a belt. Finally, you put on this somewhat flashy gray fur coat.
It's a bit thick, but it comes with a very pretty pendant that seems to possess some magic. Wearing it inside helps to cool you down, while hanging it outside is just for decoration.
The ceremony was so elaborate that the knifemaker felt it was not excessive for him to offer his help.
Moreover, they provide their own steel and animal hides for repairs.
She shook her hair, did a quick comb, and tied it into a ponytail.
My hair is only shoulder-length, but perhaps I should grow it longer after I calm down.
She thought this as she looked outside.
The city suddenly became surprisingly peaceful.
Three days later, the ruins that had remained uncleared were now piled up. Karl had provided a rough sketch of the new design plan. Except for a one-kilometer radius around the now-motionless dragon, the rest of the city had been planned as near-optimal urban areas.
Once it becomes a reality, it will be even more prosperous than the original place. It will be a city that no one has ever heard of before, a city that was designed in advance and then built.
Everything you need will be here; everyone will be well-fed, and no one will freeze to death. There will be no cold or exhaustion.
If that guy remains stable for a year, the outer wall surrounding this area can be completed. With the help of sorcerers and paladins, a simple outer wall can be built in a week. A year later, the same outer wall as the one surrounding the safe zone can be constructed.
The size of the safe zone has reached a point where survival in dangerous areas is no longer necessary. Even if the population triples, the space occupied will not exceed one-third of the newly added area. The remaining land will be converted into farmland, and the original safe zone can be used entirely for production.
The speed is getting faster and faster. Now it seems that it won't take five years. In just three years, this place will become a real paradise.
The swordsmith frowned, looking at the giant dragon, various thoughts running through his mind.
All of this is built upon a monster.
A foundation so unstable that it's unpleasant to even think about it, a monster—not a species, but just one.
She had just finished work and was a little tired. When she's tired, she tends to overthink. This brief relaxation brings her a moment of peace.
When even wasting time on random thoughts can no longer be continued, that's probably the most dangerous time.
This monster could transform from a guardian deity into a demon king at any time for various reasons. It was originally a demon king, so even if it becomes an enemy, it's just doing what it was supposed to do anyway.
That thing seems to be asleep now, and perhaps this tranquility is just a cover to protect itself. In reality, it is gradually turning itself into something completely unmanageable.
Too many possibilities and surprises.
Only the most ideal scenario can lead to a good outcome; any unforeseen circumstances will cause all illusions to burst like bubbles. Is there truly anything more absurd than this?
This sense of security is absolutely devastating to vigilance. Even I, after a few days of peace, have let down almost all my guard. I don't even carry weapons when I go out.
I shouldn't have acted this way. When an accident happens, I'm the one most capable of stopping this guy. If even I let my guard down, then when disaster strikes, nothing will help.
Indeed, there should be a saint here to oversee things. If the situation were reversed, and I were Benny, then there would be nothing to worry about.
I will use absolute force to force it to do what it wants, and if it dares not do what it wants, I will beat it severely. If it still doesn't obey, I will beat it again.
It won't cause any great waves; those saints possess that power. It's just that the one who possesses that power isn't themselves.
Therefore, the high priest's requirements in the past were very simple.
Let the Central Church send a saint here.
This was unprecedented. Although those guys would occasionally appear somewhere to resolve a crisis with overwhelming force, there had never been any saints residing there for an extended period apart from the central church.
If any, they were used to suppress key locations during wartime.
Moreover, to be honest, only the Guardian has lived there for a long time, and he's an old man, so even for him, wandering around would be inconvenient. Furthermore, he's the only one who has used his abilities to seal off the world's timeline, thus preventing any collapse of the time rules and the resulting contradictions. Conceptually, he's prevented the world from collapsing.
Therefore, the guardians of the Way cannot come.
It's hard to say about immortals; that guy himself hasn't seen one many times. It's one possible option, though.
She felt that ideally, Benny could stay here, because Benny knew her and had some ideas about the city.
The High Priestess was expected to be benevolent, though the Bladesmith knew perfectly well what kind of person that guy was. But in some ways, she was indeed more suitable than Benny. She had lived longer and seen more strange things. She would definitely be wiser in handling many matters.
Or rather, she had foresight. She could see many things that others couldn't. Because she had lived a very long time, she could see things that younger people couldn't.
From this perspective, there's no worse situation than having a arbitrator. That guy is too young; among a group of people who are hundreds of years old, his maturity can only be feigned. Having never experienced many so-called major events, he's the least desirable choice.
Ultimately, the outcome depends on the High Priest. Ideally, either the Benevolent or the Honorable One would show up. The hidden surprise is the arrival of the Immortal. While that guy doesn't know what use he is here, he can't fathom why he shouldn't be here.
In summary, over the next few months, he and the paladin must keep the monster under control. While it may sound arrogant, battles at this level are no longer something ordinary people can participate in.
She went outside and looked at the three people standing at the door.
Karl, Denos, and Nina. Plus a few intelligent earth dragons to pull the carriage.
At this point, everyone was present.
"Deliver on time," she said, then pulled the cable on the door next to her, and a strangely shaped carriage appeared in front of her.
Their mission is to borrow a demon king from Ling Sen.
It doesn't matter who it is, but it must be before the saints come.
The Spirit Forest is a unique group of monsters that are absolutely subservient to the Church. They understand the vast difference between themselves and the Church, and as long as those saints are still alive, they remain a viable fighting force.
And to be honest, partly selfishly, she also hoped they could find a way to increase the size of this safe zone. If the Demon King were here, communication between them and Qing would likely be much easier.
In exchange, they can share these expanded security zones. This is absolutely the first time a church has offered to share such a valuable resource with them.
Although somewhat arbitrary, the elves are very effective in developing new planting areas.
With them around, many things become twice as effective with half the effort.
Of course, this is all predicated on them surviving to get there.
"Leave all dangers beyond our control to Karl." The swordsmith patted Nina on the shoulder and said with a smile, "Don't worry, don't be so serious. Don't underestimate a saint. As long as you don't rush into the monster's lair, you shouldn't be in much danger."
"I just wanted to go to Lingsen to broaden my horizons." She smiled helplessly, "I didn't think about anything else."
“Haha, indeed, the Spirit Forest is a very beautiful place. I’ve heard it’s incredibly beautiful ever since I arrived. After visiting in person, I can only say that it truly is like a fairyland.” She shrugged. “So you’d better be able to trick a few elves into coming over; we need some good-looking ones to help with the construction.”
Carl looked at the guy and just wanted to laugh.
This guy has always been cold and aloof, or rather, a bit brutal.
But when a glimmer of hope appears before him, this guy is like a child, unable to even contain his excitement.
In the midst of centuries of profound despair, a glimmer of hope suddenly appeared.
Just how precious is it?
I don't know, I'm not sure.
But one can guess that it would be something brighter than the sun.
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