"Hurry up, damn bastards. The Lord has already ordered the delivery of a mechanical boat today to the surface! If you delay, I'll whip your heads that used to hold water!
"Disassemble what we need to disassemble. Don't dawdle! We can assemble these on the surface. We cannot carry such a big thing by force!"
Richard's order made Fortress City busy.
Everyone began to work around the mechanical boat manufacturing workshop.
Level 12 alchemist Brown with a hand as small as a bean sprout, sat in a wheelchair and shouted at the gray-colored dwarves to work.
The mechanical puppets carried the vast parts out.
The scene was like they were ants moving.
The soldier who came to pass the order looked at this scene in confusion.
"Lord Brown, isn't it a waste of time to dismantle the mechanical boat?"
The city lord waited to use it…
Brown looked at the young man, and his expression sparingly softened as he explained.
