Elden: Ring of Calamity

Chapter 43 Workshop
Lucia understood that, considering Lance's skill and heart, this approach was gentle enough.

On the contrary, in the past month, in the face of endless provocations from the new party nobles around the Golden Dynasty, the Temple of the Ancient Dragon just ended a stormy counterattack under her leadership.

Hundreds of powerful knights who directly belonged to Rodell's Ancient Dragon Temple were assigned to various base-level branch halls, posing an attitude of an eye for an eye and an eye for an eye, launching a large number of honor duels against the local nobles who injured the members of the branch hall earlier.

Most of the so-called powerful warriors hired by landlords and minor nobles were elite mercenaries or seasoned adventurers. They were able to deal with some of the knights who were young and not ruthless enough to practice martial arts, but when they were unprepared against When this group of ancient dragon knights from the main hall, who were aiming for revenge, naturally encountered a crush with no room for struggle.

In addition, the branch halls in various places also took advantage of the full support of the knights of the main hall to swallow up all the missionary areas that the nobles of the new party declared "controversial", and in turn prohibited a considerable number of golden churches from carrying out missionary activities in these areas— ——Of course, they didn't target the entire golden belief, but narrowed it down to certain grassroots churches that "departed from the guidance of the eternal queen and collaborated with the corrupt local nobles".

If you put aside the positions of the two parties and these alarmist claims, all the confrontations that took place this month are essentially the fact that the New Party nobles colluded with some grassroots churches that tend to be inclined to the fundamentalism of the Golden Law to provoke the Temple of the Ancient Dragon first, but the Temple of the Ancient Dragon is not only He didn't swallow his anger because of the large number of people on the other side, and even returned a heavy blow with a tough hand that had never been seen in the past ten years, cleanly snatching away a considerable part of the grassroots missionary power of the New Party.

As soon as this incident happened, many of the nobles of the New Party who were secretly leading the incident couldn't sit still. In their eyes, at best, they just stumbled a few times without pain, but the other party threw it over without saying a word. He slapped hard and loudly, he lost two of his teeth without noticing for a while, is he still playing?

But before they could escalate the situation, Lance Shanks, who had been sitting firmly in the temple, had already sent a personal letter to the homes of more than a dozen powerful dukes and marquises. The meaning of the letter was extremely simple—so far , or all-out war.

A few days ago, Lucia worriedly asked Lance Shanks if doing so would appear to be too persuasive. If the New Party made up their minds to tear their face apart and confront the Temple of the Ancient Dragon, she would definitely suffer unprecedented hardships. pressure.Lance Shanks only replied to reassure him that the situation is completely under control.

Unexpectedly, on the second day after the letter was sent out, Malika and Radagon called all the nobles who were above marquis and had actual positions in the capital, and held a brief inner court meeting in the Eternal Palace. The confrontation between the ancient dragon temples that lasted for nearly a month came to an end.

The two parties died down, and the basic-level parish divisions that have become established facts will not be changed. Anyway, the basic-level churches affiliated to the New Party account for less than [-]% of all golden churches, even if they are excluded from the inner circle in some areas. It will not shake the overall situation of the free spread of the two major beliefs within the entire dynasty.

Lucia realized afterwards that he still underestimated the influence of his identity, especially at this moment when he was just invited to the capital and was canonized as a god-man by the supreme will. They only dared to use the lower-level vassals to make some unsightly actions. When the conflict gradually expanded to the point of getting out of control, Queen Malika and Radagon, who were really at the apex of power in the Golden Dynasty, would stop in time.

The two walked through the long corridor on the side of the knight training ground. Since the ancient dragon knights assigned to various branch halls these days have not yet returned, they hardly met anyone along the way. He failed to find out his identity, but after paying respects to Lance Shanks, they returned to their respective places.

After walking forward for a while, Lucia saw a large building emitting billowing white smoke dozens of steps away, and could still feel waves of heat coming from such a distance, so she curiously said, "Sister Lance, there are still buildings in the temple. Do you have your own smelting workshop?"

"That's right, there is the exclusive weapon foundry of the temple," Lance Shanks nodded, "Because the ancient dragon knights often use elemental prayers, ordinary steel weapons can't withstand the power of dragon thunder, flames and frost. , there is a risk of breaking after pouring the power of the elements a few times, so we had to set up a special workshop and use some materials and techniques unique to Sky City to forge weapons."

The two said that they had already passed by the entrance of the workshop, so she simply took Lucia in for a visit.

The internal layout of the workshop is extremely strict and reasonable. The uniformly planned large-scale melting furnaces and steel pipes are staggered together, and the mechanically driven row-type transmission rails transport raw materials such as fine gold, cold iron, and dragon scales to the processing sequence. Professional craftsmen hold sledgehammers and iron tongs and process them step by step into sophisticated armor and weapons in an assembly line mode, and then transport them out from another track one by one and transport them to a separately designated storage area.

What is even more surprising is that more than half of these busy craftsmen are not human beings. More than [-] strong and large hybrids are working as blacksmiths that require strength. The simple work of moving materials and weapons is performed by many small The demihumans and small hybrids are in charge, and the few human craftsmen in the workshop are not the supervisors who drive the hybrids and demihumans to work, but colleagues who work side by side with them in full swing.

"My lord priest!" The craftsmen saw Lance Sanks greeting each other warmly, and nodded to Lucia who was traveling with him, but they didn't stop their work, which presumably was a customary practice of the Ancient Dragon Temple.

Here, no matter the two respected ancient dragon priests or the many ancient dragon knights with unique skills, they will not regard themselves as high-ranking persons, let alone ask others to interfere with their work and life because of various red tapes.

Lance Shanks nodded to them with a smile, and said to a mixed craftsman who was drinking water and resting: "Master Xiugu, please take a newly produced knight sword and show me an ordinary steel sword look."

It was a middle-aged hybrid who seemed to have experienced many hardships. Most of the horns covering the head and back had been cut off, and many scars from the past remained on the mottled and rough skin. Under the wrinkled face, His unkempt beard had turned gray.

However, different from this decayed image, he was still full of energy. After hearing Lance Shanks' order, he quickly responded, took a few sips of water down his throat, and then pinned the big gourd containing water to the waist, briskly got up and walked towards the exit of the mechanical track.

He stretched out his hand to grab a knight's broadsword, looked around again, and took out an ordinary knight's sword from the pile of scraps on one side, clamped the two swords firmly with only three fingers, and grabbed his waist with the free hand The gourd in the middle took a sip, and strode up to the two of them.

It wasn't until this moment that Lucia, who smelled a strong smell of alcohol, suddenly realized that what was in the seven or eight liter gourd was not water at all, but spirits!

"My lord priest, sword, hiccup—the sword is coming." Xiugu hiccupped, put away the gourd, scratched his head and smiled embarrassedly, and handed the two knight swords to Lance Shanks with both hands.

"Master Xiugu, I said that drinking too much can hurt your health, why don't you take it seriously," Lance Shanks complained while receiving the sword, "Next time I come to see you use this gourd to hold wine, just put it It's confiscated!"

"Hehehe, don't worry—don't worry, I will definitely not bring it next time!" Xiugu patted his chest and assured him. Lucia was startled suddenly.

However, this kind of astonishment only lasted for a short moment. Xiugu immediately turned his eyes away without any trace, and slightly bowed his body and said: "If you have no other orders, I will go back first. I cast more than 20 swords in a row this morning. This old skeleton can no longer hold on!"

After receiving Lance Shanks' consent, Xiugu bowed deeply, then turned around and left without looking back, and quickly disappeared into the depths of the workshop.

(End of this chapter)