Chapter 122: Delivering Warmth
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Chapter 122: Delivering Warmth
"I'll say it one more time—no matter what you see inside, no shouting! And absolutely no touching! This is Lord Ajef's property, and every single item here is worth tens of millions of gold coins! You all saw how the noble lords of the Empire scrambled to deposit funds for the auction not long ago. If you break anything, even a thousand years of undead labor wouldn’t cover the debt! Understood?"
At the factory gates, a Dragon Factory foreman barked orders at a group of new workers.
"Got it!"
"We hear you!"
The workers responded in various dialects, their faces filled with awe.
Just standing outside the factory, they already felt a creeping dread.
The sounds from inside were downright terrifying!
A continuous, thunderous rumbling filled the air—like the growl of a monster or the roar of a dragon.
Perhaps the rumors online were true—maybe Lord Ajef had truly tamed a dragon to serve him!
Some of them were already trembling, their legs shaking with the urge to flee.
Tch. Shouting? You think I’m some country bumpkin like these fools?
Dwarven King Kaut rolled his eyes but couldn’t suppress a flicker of curiosity.
From the rumbling, he could discern the clanging of metal—likely the sound of large-scale smelting.
That was nothing special.
In Kazad-dûm, smelting caverns like this were everywhere.
The noise of their operations was far louder than whatever was happening inside this factory.
What puzzled him were the strange whooshing and puffing sounds of airflow.
Seems this Internet God really had some tricks up his sleeve!
"Move out!"
The foreman waved them forward and stepped inside first.
Dwarven King Kaut eagerly followed the crowd of workers into the factory.
As he crossed the threshold, he expected dim lighting, but instead, the interior was brighter than daylight.
Yet Kaut had no time to marvel at the illumination.
He was utterly stunned by the sight before him.
Inside the vast, rectangular factory, a massive metal construct lay coiled like a resting dragon.
Strange aluminum alloy rails ran along its body, moving steadily in a fixed direction like a convoy of carts, transporting oddly shaped metal components.
Countless workers stood on either side of the "dragon," tending to it like servants, cleaning its metallic surface.
Deep within the factory, white steam billowed, obscuring the figures of more workers moving in the haze.
"Feeding unit’s speeding up—release Valve 17!"
At the command from a supervisor overhead, a jet of steam hissed violently from the white mist, like the low growl of a beast.
"Assembly unit’s lagging—open Main Valve 8 for power transfer."
Amid the barrage of incomprehensible orders, the steam-filled depths of the factory pulsed with faint magical fluctuations. At times, pipes roared as steam erupted; at others, they shuddered, the sound of surging air currents faintly audible within.
"By the gods!"
"Is this... magic?"
The new workers had completely forgotten the foreman’s warnings. They stood dumbfounded, their scalps tingling, their souls trembling at the spectacle before them.
Dwarven King Kaut was dumbfounded.
Even more so, utterly shocked!
If the workers were merely awed by these metal constructs,
then as a professional, the sight before him almost completely shattered his pride in dwarven forging techniques, grinding his worldview into the dust!
"What are you standing around for? Hurry up and learn from the master craftsmen!"
A staff member smacked Kaut on the head and scolded.
"Oh, oh."
In his state of overwhelming shock, Kaut nodded frantically, even ignoring the staff member's rudeness.
Now, only one thought filled his mind—This is bad. How am I supposed to learn this technology?
……
And it wasn’t just Dwarven King Kaut who was stunned by the power of industry.
The citizens of Greg City in the Kaman Union were also sent into a frenzy by the arrival of the Keville Empire.
On the city’s main thoroughfare, thirty-two Magic Knights, clad in magical armor and riding unicorn horses, led the procession!
In the middle were several new four-wheeled carriages—the conveyances of the envoy’s high-ranking officials.
Behind them, a grand retinue of knights’ attendants followed on new bicycles.
But that wasn’t the highlight.
The real spectacle was the virtual screens unfurling on either side of the bicycles.
Each screen measured nine meters wide and five meters tall.
Displayed on them were scenes of Keville citizens riding bicycles!
The foremost screens showed noble youths riding gleaming high-end bicycles, escorting noblewomen in flowing dresses as they strolled along a riverside path.
A gust of wind blew, lifting a noblewoman’s hat and revealing a breathtaking glimpse of her stunning beauty!
The scene was so romantic and picturesque, it was practically dreamlike.
Countless hardworking commoners stared wide-eyed, utterly enchanted by the sight.
But when they turned to the virtual screens behind, their expressions of awe turned to stunned disbelief!
These screens showed a farmer, pedaling a tricycle loaded with goods, grinning with yellowed teeth as he addressed the camera in the Kaman Union’s language, giving a thumbs-up and praising:
"Ever since I got this tricycle, my back doesn’t hurt, my legs don’t ache, I can haul more goods, earn more money, and my whole family says it was the best purchase ever!!!"
The citizens of Greg City had never seen such magical imagery before.
Nor had they ever witnessed such down-to-earth, street-parade-style advertising bombardment!
They were utterly dumbstruck!
As the envoy advanced, the crowd followed.
Children ran back and forth excitedly, just to catch another glimpse of the rolling advertisements.
Seated inside one of the four-wheeled carriages, envoy leader Detwe watched the citizens of Greg City moving alongside the procession. His expression was a mix of pride and embarrassment.
Originally, while promoting bicycles was one of the envoy’s goals, there had been no plans to display videos.
But just before reaching Greg City, Detwe had suddenly received orders from the Empire to ramp up promotional efforts—including video advertisements.
The reason?
The Dragon Factory had abruptly begun selling bicycle production lines.
This turned the burgeoning bicycle market into a feast for the Keville Empire’s major nobles overnight.
Especially when the Dragon Factory hinted that it might eventually withdraw from the bicycle market to focus on machinery production lines—
That was when the Keville nobles truly lost their minds.
Though the domestic market remained largely untapped, the great nobles of the Keville Empire had already cast their greedy gaze beyond the Empire's borders.
After all, who would ever complain about having too few gold coins?
Especially when the Dragon Factory would continue to flood the market with bicycle production lines?
"Your delegation has made quite the ostentatious display on your journey here. Might I ask what this signifies?"
No sooner had Detwe, the envoy leader of Keville, stepped into the grand hall of Duke Greg's residence than he was confronted by Becken, the current Duke of the Greg Duchy.
Standing calmly in the hall, Detwe placed a hand over his chest in a polite bow and replied, "Naturally, we come to convey friendship and goodwill to your noble nation!"
"I'll say it one more time—no matter what you see inside, no shouting! And absolutely no touching! This is Lord Ajef's property, and every single item here is worth tens of millions of gold coins! You all saw how the noble lords of the Empire scrambled to deposit funds for the auction not long ago. If you break anything, even a thousand years of undead labor wouldn’t cover the debt! Understood?"
At the factory gates, a Dragon Factory foreman barked orders at a group of new workers.
"Got it!"
"We hear you!"
The workers responded in various dialects, their faces filled with awe.
Just standing outside the factory, they already felt a creeping dread.
The sounds from inside were downright terrifying!
A continuous, thunderous rumbling filled the air—like the growl of a monster or the roar of a dragon.
Perhaps the rumors online were true—maybe Lord Ajef had truly tamed a dragon to serve him!
Some of them were already trembling, their legs shaking with the urge to flee.
Tch. Shouting? You think I’m some country bumpkin like these fools?
Dwarven King Kaut rolled his eyes but couldn’t suppress a flicker of curiosity.
From the rumbling, he could discern the clanging of metal—likely the sound of large-scale smelting.
That was nothing special.
In Kazad-dûm, smelting caverns like this were everywhere.
The noise of their operations was far louder than whatever was happening inside this factory.
What puzzled him were the strange whooshing and puffing sounds of airflow.
Seems this Internet God really had some tricks up his sleeve!
"Move out!"
The foreman waved them forward and stepped inside first.
Dwarven King Kaut eagerly followed the crowd of workers into the factory.
As he crossed the threshold, he expected dim lighting, but instead, the interior was brighter than daylight.
Yet Kaut had no time to marvel at the illumination.
He was utterly stunned by the sight before him.
Inside the vast, rectangular factory, a massive metal construct lay coiled like a resting dragon.
Strange aluminum alloy rails ran along its body, moving steadily in a fixed direction like a convoy of carts, transporting oddly shaped metal components.
Countless workers stood on either side of the "dragon," tending to it like servants, cleaning its metallic surface.
Deep within the factory, white steam billowed, obscuring the figures of more workers moving in the haze.
"Feeding unit’s speeding up—release Valve 17!"
At the command from a supervisor overhead, a jet of steam hissed violently from the white mist, like the low growl of a beast.
"Assembly unit’s lagging—open Main Valve 8 for power transfer."
Amid the barrage of incomprehensible orders, the steam-filled depths of the factory pulsed with faint magical fluctuations. At times, pipes roared as steam erupted; at others, they shuddered, the sound of surging air currents faintly audible within.
"By the gods!"
"Is this... magic?"
The new workers had completely forgotten the foreman’s warnings. They stood dumbfounded, their scalps tingling, their souls trembling at the spectacle before them.
Dwarven King Kaut was dumbfounded.
Even more so, utterly shocked!
If the workers were merely awed by these metal constructs,
then as a professional, the sight before him almost completely shattered his pride in dwarven forging techniques, grinding his worldview into the dust!
"What are you standing around for? Hurry up and learn from the master craftsmen!"
A staff member smacked Kaut on the head and scolded.
"Oh, oh."
In his state of overwhelming shock, Kaut nodded frantically, even ignoring the staff member's rudeness.
Now, only one thought filled his mind—This is bad. How am I supposed to learn this technology?
……
And it wasn’t just Dwarven King Kaut who was stunned by the power of industry.
The citizens of Greg City in the Kaman Union were also sent into a frenzy by the arrival of the Keville Empire.
On the city’s main thoroughfare, thirty-two Magic Knights, clad in magical armor and riding unicorn horses, led the procession!
In the middle were several new four-wheeled carriages—the conveyances of the envoy’s high-ranking officials.
Behind them, a grand retinue of knights’ attendants followed on new bicycles.
But that wasn’t the highlight.
The real spectacle was the virtual screens unfurling on either side of the bicycles.
Each screen measured nine meters wide and five meters tall.
Displayed on them were scenes of Keville citizens riding bicycles!
The foremost screens showed noble youths riding gleaming high-end bicycles, escorting noblewomen in flowing dresses as they strolled along a riverside path.
A gust of wind blew, lifting a noblewoman’s hat and revealing a breathtaking glimpse of her stunning beauty!
The scene was so romantic and picturesque, it was practically dreamlike.
Countless hardworking commoners stared wide-eyed, utterly enchanted by the sight.
But when they turned to the virtual screens behind, their expressions of awe turned to stunned disbelief!
These screens showed a farmer, pedaling a tricycle loaded with goods, grinning with yellowed teeth as he addressed the camera in the Kaman Union’s language, giving a thumbs-up and praising:
"Ever since I got this tricycle, my back doesn’t hurt, my legs don’t ache, I can haul more goods, earn more money, and my whole family says it was the best purchase ever!!!"
The citizens of Greg City had never seen such magical imagery before.
Nor had they ever witnessed such down-to-earth, street-parade-style advertising bombardment!
They were utterly dumbstruck!
As the envoy advanced, the crowd followed.
Children ran back and forth excitedly, just to catch another glimpse of the rolling advertisements.
Seated inside one of the four-wheeled carriages, envoy leader Detwe watched the citizens of Greg City moving alongside the procession. His expression was a mix of pride and embarrassment.
Originally, while promoting bicycles was one of the envoy’s goals, there had been no plans to display videos.
But just before reaching Greg City, Detwe had suddenly received orders from the Empire to ramp up promotional efforts—including video advertisements.
The reason?
The Dragon Factory had abruptly begun selling bicycle production lines.
This turned the burgeoning bicycle market into a feast for the Keville Empire’s major nobles overnight.
Especially when the Dragon Factory hinted that it might eventually withdraw from the bicycle market to focus on machinery production lines—
That was when the Keville nobles truly lost their minds.
Though the domestic market remained largely untapped, the great nobles of the Keville Empire had already cast their greedy gaze beyond the Empire's borders.
After all, who would ever complain about having too few gold coins?
Especially when the Dragon Factory would continue to flood the market with bicycle production lines?
"Your delegation has made quite the ostentatious display on your journey here. Might I ask what this signifies?"
No sooner had Detwe, the envoy leader of Keville, stepped into the grand hall of Duke Greg's residence than he was confronted by Becken, the current Duke of the Greg Duchy.
Standing calmly in the hall, Detwe placed a hand over his chest in a polite bow and replied, "Naturally, we come to convey friendship and goodwill to your noble nation!"
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