Under the lead of the Red Sea conch, li xiaonian entered the town's iron store.
Rather than a blacksmith shop, it was more like a blacksmith assembly line. There was dirty black coal or black iron all around. People who didn't know better would think that this was an area for mining coal.
Hundreds of apprentices kept on quenching the iron ingot, and the more advanced apprentices continued to process it. Finally, it was passed to the hands of the junior blacksmiths, who continued to quench it.
Finally, it was made by a muscular dwarf with a face full of stubble.
Seeing this, li xiaonian felt as if he had seen an assembly line factory. His heart sank.
This was bad. Beginner blacksmiths weren't as rare as he thought. It would be impossible for a beginner blacksmith to meet the Queen.
