Chapter 204 The First Difficulty in the Forging Area

"You carry the load, and I lead the horse..."

Grete hummed as she walked on the mountain path. He rode the pony summoned by [Summon Mount], swaying and swaying among the lush grass. The reason why it is a pony is because we are walking on a mountain road at the moment. He summoned a mount of normal height to come out. Grete was afraid that he would fall...

He was carried into the mage tower in March, and it was already mid-July when he was released. The meadow in the distance changed from faint green to bright green with golden color. Halfway up the mountainside in the distance, a blue lake reflected the sky, and white clouds floated silently in the center of the lake, making the surrounding area seem quieter and clearer.

Bernard carried his big bone club and followed Grete step by step. The bone stick pointed diagonally toward the sky, pulling apart the tassels of long grass, reaching a height even higher than Gretel's head.

It's not Gretel who abuses his followers. Really... with his magical strength, even the horses he could summon couldn't carry Bernard...

Just, sad.

Maybe when he reaches level 5, the phantom pony he summons can hump this barbarian. However, according to the information that Gretel memorized, the Phantom Pony's carrying weight is the weight of the caster + 10 pounds/caster level. No matter how Gretel looks at it, he doesn't think that Bernard is only 50 pounds heavier than him...

He couldn't even lift that big bone alone.

The forging area that Grete wants to go to is on the north side of Igor Peak and in the heart of the west foot of Clark Peak. It can be said that if you look down from the top of Igor Peak, you can see the gate of the forging area...

If something unusual happens, the mages can activate their flying skills and come down from the peak to rescue, or they can simply come down from the Babel Tower with lightning, which is a matter of minutes.

Moreover, except for a few human mages in the forging area, most of them are dwarves, making it difficult for traitors to sneak in. Otherwise, Gretel would not have been allowed to move alone and go from Yamashita Station to the forging area on his own.

Archmage Carlisle didn't even send anyone to see him off, but just told Gretel to try to prepare earplugs and eye masks before leaving. Otherwise - "How are you doing with your [Sleep Technique]? Can it work on you?"

Just by hearing this kind of talk, you know how noisy the forging area can be. In fact, Gretel climbed up about five or six hundred meters along the stream between Igor Peak and Clark Peak, when he heard the sounds of tinkling, tinkling, and booming from the front. .

Almost there? Gretel perked up. He followed the sound and walked forward. Not long after, he saw a group of rickety wooden houses, colorful, blooming like a field of flowers near the mountain stream. As he got closer, the aroma of wine hit his nostrils, and a short, bearded man shouted at the top of his lungs:

“x-on:#$%&*……”

It's over, Dwarvish.

He doesn't understand.

Grete silently took a picture of herself [Language Proficiency]. He is now a level 2 mage. [Language Proficiency] can last for 20 minutes at a time, and his daily mana can support 10 to 15...

How do you spend your days outside of 6 hours? !

Gretel really didn't expect that his first difficulty in this mission would actually come from the language barrier...

He stood at the door of the tavern and looked around. Soon, he saw a normal-looking two-story building with a double circle of dark blue six-pointed stars hanging on it. Grete knocked on the door tentatively, and sure enough, a fifth-level mage came to open the door. When he saw Grete, he was immediately delighted and pulled him into the office:

"Finally a new person is here! I'm almost annoyed by them - Hey, which part of the work are you responsible for? Maintenance of magic equipment? Inspection of ore ingots? Or reconciliation of accounts? Why are you here now? You're so early! "

"Uh...I'm responsible for researching mithril smelting..."

Gretel awkwardly handed over the certificate.

The official document paper specially made by the Magic Council is light yellow and slightly thicker than normal writing paper. There are wisps of light green lines in the paper pages.

The other party first placed a flash spell on the back of the official document, which illuminated the translucent watermark in the center of the page. Then he reached out and flicked it, and a magic mark appeared in the lower right corner. After checking every mark, he lowered his head and read the certificate carefully:

"We hereby dispatch the fourth-level arcanist and second-level mage Gretel Nodmark..."

After reading this, I couldn't help but raise my head and look at the badge on Grete's chest in shock. The fifth-level mage let out a small "Wow" and looked at Gretel like a monster for a while, before continuing to read the council document word for word. Then, his level of enthusiasm jumped up a notch in exponential mode:

"The council finally sent someone! Great! It's been more than half a year, and the production of mithril has not increased. The dwarves only know how to drink, drink, drink... We can't scold them yet! We can't lower the price of goods when we sell them. You can't raise the price of grain and wine. How can you get them to increase production?

The council keeps asking me to find a solution! If the output cannot be increased, my contribution points will be deducted! &%￥#x-on:……”

He looked at Gretel with extremely eager eyes, as if he saw a savior coming from heaven:

"Leave it to you! I was promoted to a second-level arcanist this year. It's so difficult to do research and so on. I can't understand it at all! You are a fourth-level arcanist, so you will definitely be able to solve the problem!

What research conditions do you need? Just tell me, and I will solve it for you immediately if I can. If I can't, write a report and apply to the Magic Council! "

Gretel really couldn't bear to let him down. To be honest, if what the Magic Council wants is steel-making - open-hearth steel-making, blast furnace steel-making, converter steel-making, burning coke, blowing oxygen, there is always one suitable for you. Although he knew nothing about it, he could still provide an idea.

But smelting mithril?

He doesn’t even know what mithril is!

"Uh...can you first let me see how mithril was made..."

"It's a small thing! Just wait for me to make arrangements and I'll take you in right away!"

The fifth-level mage sat up and put the documents in his hands away. He took out a thin silver headband and handed it to Gretel:

"This is a headband that stabilizes [language proficiency]. It has no other purpose than to allow you to understand their words. The mages who work here each have one. It is a loan from the Magic Council. You have to return it when you leave here. The forging area is very dangerous. , can’t wander around.”

The first difficulty was solved like this... Gretel took the ring with gratitude and put it on his head.

The headband is a bit big, so I pressed it back to get it stuck above my ears without pressing it on my eyes. The touch on the fingers is still a little greasy. God knows how many people have worn this headband and whether the previous owners have cleaned it.

Grete secretly made up his mind to go back and wash it with soap before following the fifth-level mage out of the wooden house and to the front of the tavern:

"Old Hunter! This is the new mage from the council. Take us into the Mithril District to have a look!"

The tavern was a noisy mess, with sounds of fistfights, gambling, and wild singing coming out from the doors and windows. The fifth-level mage shouted three times before an old dwarf came out drunk, with a red face, and shouted at him:

"Shout whatever you want! I'm already off work. I want to enter the Mithril District. I'll do it tomorrow!"

As he spoke, he raised his head and took a swig of beer. Rich foam overflowed from the edge of his beard. The old dwarf wiped a handful of foam with his backhand and spit out thick phlegm. Finally, he still had some courtesy and did not vomit directly at the feet of the mages. Instead, he fell on the steps of the tavern, shiny and gray with black.

Grete's eyes narrowed.

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