Chapter 306

The melting furnace town, which flourishes around the melting furnace college, is not an "ordinary" small town from any point of view.

From the moment I stepped into the town, a strong smell of lead ash lasted for a long time. Streets, walls, houses and even all visible places are stained with iron gray and charcoal black. Dark smoke rises from every corner of the town. The "Symphony" of anvil and hammer collision can be heard almost anytime and anywhere.

In the streets and alleys, alchemists can be seen almost everywhere, either squatting by a crucible or stove, or arguing fiercely with another person at the workbench. It seems that they are ready to fight.

It is worthy of being an important military industrial town of the Empire. It is very different from lottel and even eboden. It has completely turned the alchemist into a part of the war machine.

Looking at the cinders and iron filings on the street under his feet, Loren's expression was somewhat touched.

From the perspective of terrain, melting pot town is a town built on hills, with the college on the top of the mountain as the center, the hillside is a residential area, and the edge is a workshop and large warehouse. Nearby, together with royal Avenue and other trade roads, it is not too far from the gem river across half of the Empire, so it can be called convenient transportation.

In contrast, there are barren minerals here - as a town that needs to produce a large number of weapons, armor and ordnance, in addition to coal mines and rich charcoal resources, there are no most important iron ore and other minerals, which almost completely depend on trade with the Principality of Bain and the south.

On the other hand, it also proves that today's empire does have enough authority. Otherwise, it is impossible to suppress the Lords of the southern principality and buy a large number of minerals at a low price to feed this "iron monster" alchemy town.

"The establishment of the melting pot town can be traced back to the second generation of the de sallion royal family. Your ancestor, his majesty Eckhart I, established the town in response to the threat of the North - then the melting pot college came into being with the promise of your sixth generation ancestor, his majesty Brandon I, the sage."

"From that day on, the alchemists of our college began to work day and night to forge armor for the imperial legion, develop more effective and powerful igniters, improve forging technology, expand production scale, improve efficiency and ore utilization..."

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 eloquent and keeps introducing Brandon to the "glorious history" of melting pot town:

"Now we can proudly say that our furnace college has reached a level that even the Yasur elves can't reach!"

"Poof -"

Isaac, who followed Lauren with a casual face, suddenly laughed - if the little wizard hadn't glared at him, he wouldn't even remember to cover his mouth.

But unfortunately, it was heard.

"This is my fellow Sir Isaac Grantham, the mystical wizard from the wizard tower." smiling Brandon immediately excused some "arrogant" and said, "I believe he just has some different opinions."

Looking at the prince's face, the Dean could only stare at him with an ugly expression: "I don't know what your excellency Isaac has' opinions' on us?"

"Oh, please don't get me wrong. I have no prejudice against the discipline of alchemy - at least it's very practical." Isaac, who thought he had been very restrained, couldn't help but deliberately show a "confused" expression:

"As far as I know, it often takes years for the sword masters of Yasur elves to complete a real Yasur long knife, which can split steel like butter, and even tear dragon scales!"

"Please note that I am a very proud imperial man. Although I come from the countryside, I am still proud of the Empire - but I really don't know when our weapons are so powerful?"

The dean who was stared at by a "arrogant" looked even worse. He was cramped and even blushed. He couldn't even say a complete sentence:

"There is no comparability between the two!"

"Oh, but you just said..."

"Yes, but it will take them several years to complete a weapon. At this time, our melting pot town can cast thousands of weapons!" the irritable Dean eagerly explained: "the quantity of light is absolute suppression!"

"Look at our scale, this continuous workshop! There are also skilled craftsmen and highly accomplished alchemists - we have a complete and strict production line, and every step is perfectly matched, and there will be no problems..."

"Boom --!"

Suddenly, the roar from a distance made the whole team stop and look. An obviously suspicious thick smoke was rising slowly, accompanied by faint flickering fire and some panic cries.

"Your Highness Brandon, I promise it's just a small accident!" seeing the eyes cast by the prince, the sweating Dean quickly explained: "this kind of thing is rare in melting pot town, but it's inevitable occasionally..."

It was as if he hadn't made a big noise. Before he finished speaking, a series of explosions sounded again. The rolling heat wave came directly to our faces, followed by a series of workshops caught in fire.

"Little... Accident?"

Pointing to the carriage fragments blasted into the sky by the air wave not far away, the black haired wizard couldn't help turning up his mouth and smiling at the dean.

His royal highness rarely holds his shoulders and enjoys the "scenery" in front of him like a drama.

"Please don't use this tone of misunderstanding, Lord Loren Turin!" the Dean looked at the black haired wizard with a gloomy face. He already knew that this guy was the wizard adviser of the prince's highness: "our melting pot town is a native Saxophone people. Real people never lie!"

I can really see... Lauren looked around ironically and couldn't help laughing in the bottom of his heart.

There had been an explosion, but there was not even a bit of panic on the surrounding faces, nor did we see the panic stricken refugees, nor even hear the sound of the alarm bell.

So there can only be one explanation, that is, they have long been used to this situation.

"Then, can the honest Dean tell us how many weapons and instruments can be forged in furnace town in a year?"

"This, this depends on the amount of application in that year and the amount of our reserves!" the grown-up of the college naturally said, "we can't make a pile of weapons and armor, and then throw them into the warehouse to slowly rust and break down?"

"So... As long as all weapons are produced, they have archives?"

"Of course!"

"Can you please satisfy my curiosity as a foreigner?" Lauren looked back and asked with a formulaic smile:

"As if to prove to us that melting pot town is indeed a loyal son of the Empire?"

"Lauren, this has gone too far!" Brandon suddenly raised his face and looked seriously at his wizard adviser: "how can you question the dean in this tone?"

"A president who has worked hard for the imperial Corps for half his life, his honor and reputation have surpassed himself, and even more important than his life!"

"If you question the loyal officials and people of such an empire, even if it is just leaked, and then spread by some people with ulterior motives, you also have to bear the responsibility, you know?!"

"I'm very sorry, your highness Brandon, I didn't realize this at all." the black haired wizard immediately nodded with "fear" and looked sincere: "it's completely unintentional. Please forgive me."

Loren, who suddenly apologized, made the little wizard look back. Even Isaac was staring at the black haired wizard and the prince, and his expression was extremely confused.

What are these two doing?

"No! The honor of the saxophone people is absolutely not allowed to be questioned!" the red faced Dean suddenly said excitedly, staring at Brandon: "thank you for defending my honor, your royal highness! But the saxophone people always prove themselves with facts!"

With that, he suddenly turned and strode towards the college. The tacit Loren immediately turned around - sure enough, Brandon was also looking at him sideways, his delicate face smiling like a fox.

A strange thought suddenly came to Lorraine's heart.

Is this the legendary... Villagers cheat villagers?