The sound of the magic seal machine printing rune boards rumbling together, boxes of magic rune boards hit the track cart and were transported by dwarves to the temporary warehouse in the underground cave. These temporary warehouses are basically located near the teleportation altar, which makes it easier to go to the warehouse in the imperial capital like a teleportation altar.

As the output of magic pattern rune boards continues to increase, the rune board workshop managed by Murray can no longer fully digest the production capacity of the Magic Seal Workshop. Murray proposed a plan to expand the rune workshop several times, but I don’t want the workshop in the Imperial Capital to be too large and have not signed his plan. This matter was put on hold.

This magic seal workshop was created by four old dwarves I bought in the slave market. The metal softener developed by Francis scholars completely solved the manufacturing problem of magic sealing machines. After four major modifications of this batch of magic sealing machines, the success rate of magic sealing machines for printing the "Fire Gathering Technique" rune board has increased to 65%. Now the imperial capital magic market is full of a large number of "Fire Gathering Technique" and "Mini-Tornado" rune boards.

The magic seal machine punch hit the Nakma black iron breastplate with a huge roar. The mitril magic pattern line was clearly printed on the black and shiny armor. Two strong dwarves in front of the magic seal machine worked together to hook the Nakma black iron armor from the bottom of the magic seal machine with an iron hook, quickly threw it behind him, and pulled out a piece of Nakma black iron breastplate from the material turnover box beside him, pushing it down the magic seal machine along the slide rail of the auxiliary feeding rack. The Nakma black iron breastplate easily slipped into the mold of the magic seal machine. Almost at the same time, another dwarf brushed a layer of mitril silver solution on the magic seal machine punch. The magic seal machine punch fell down again with the roar, and a brand new magic pattern composition was born.

However, due to the uneven quality of the Nakma black iron breastplate base material and relatively complex appearance, this has brought many uncertainties to the printing work of the magic printer.

Even if these Nakma black iron armor fail in the printing process, it will not become the furnace material in the North Duisburg casting room. A group of dwarves are specially responsible for handling these failed black iron armors. They will wipe off the failed mitrish magic patterns of the armor with sandpaper, and then use burlap to roughly throw the surface again.

I asked the old dwarf Harleyson, who was beside me, “How many pieces can this new Nakma demon pattern construction be printed in a day?”

The old dwarf Harleyson followed a group of young dwarf craftsmen. At this time, he turned his head and looked behind him. A young dwarf craftsman quickly stood up and replied: "Currently, the Magic Seal Workshop has made almost thirty sets of such magic pattern structures every day, and the output will probably be increased next month."

I walked a few steps forward, stopped in front of a magic printer, and asked him: "What do you think is the biggest difficulty in making this new magic pattern construction?"

The young dwarf craftsman rubbed his big red nose and said loudly: "Everything is fine! The main reason is that the magic pattern structure is not prepared enough. The Nakma armor that failed to print for the first time needs to be polished. The refurbished Nakma black iron armor is even worse. In addition, this new magic pattern structure is too bulky. A single breastplate requires two dwarf craftsmen to lift it."

Dwarves are born with loud voices, and they even echo like thunder when talking in caves.

The old dwarf Harleyson stood in front of a large magic printer with his belly, and used the crutch in his hand to knock on the black iron shoulder pads in the material turnover box beside the young dwarf. He yelled at a dwarf operator sitting in front of the printer: "Why don't you brush the auxiliary solvent? Who is your squad leader? Let him come over immediately!"

The dwarf operator fell to the ground from the chair in fear, ran to the other end of the row of magic printers, and brought back a red-bearded dwarf.

At this time, the old dwarf Harleyson used his iron cane to knock on several black iron shoulder armors in succession. The mitril magic pattern line on the black iron shoulder armor was still very solid. The red-bearded dwarf stood in front of Harleyson with a nervous look on his face. The old dwarf Harleyson's anger had diminished a lot. He took out a handkerchief and wiped his shiny forehead, and asked the red-bearded dwarf calmly: "Tell me how do you ensure the bonding of the magic pattern line?"

"Teacher Harleyson... These magic-patterned shoulder pads have undergone a 'picking' process in advance." The red-bearded dwarf whispered.

The old dwarf's eyes lit up and he immediately asked the red-bearded dwarf: "Pickling? Tell me what you think."

The red-bearded dwarf lowered his head and thought for a while, and reorganized the language and said: "I think there are two main factors that affect the adhesion between the mitral solution and the black iron. The first is the oxide scale on the black iron armor parts, and the second is the oil stain on the surface of the black iron armor. So I dug a pickling sink there. Through several experiments, our third group came to this conclusion. Carrying out a pickling before printing not only ensures the adhesion of the magic pattern line on the armor, but also slightly improves the success rate of printing..."

I couldn't understand what they were saying, so I asked the dwarf beside me: "What is pickling?"

The dwarf quickly explained: "Pickling can effectively remove oil stains on the surface of the black iron armor."

At this time, the old dwarf Harleyson asked urgently: "Is there any magic pattern structure made?"

The red-bearded dwarf immediately raised his chest, pointed to the end of the row of magic printers, and said to the old dwarf Harleyson: "It has already rushed out more than thirty sets, and it is placed on the armor stand there. Teacher Harleyson, please come with me."

When we walked to the end of the cave passage, we saw a circular cave here. Not only were there dozens of Nakma black iron armor printed with mitril silver magic patterns, but also several broken iron tables. Several printing drawings with magic patterns were spread out on the table. These drawings were filled with various notes. Several dwarf craftsmen were gathering next to an iron table and a fierce debate was being held.

The Nakma black iron armor placed on the wooden rack is more than three meters high. The upper armor looks a bit exaggerated, with a dark and shiny surface covered with silver. The magic pattern, the Nakma people have a strong and a thick tail, so the lower armor is basically sent to the Blacksmith Workshop to recast. When buying these spoils, I only chose the Nakma people's upper armor. Now the Nakma black iron armor on the rack is basically re-forged in North Duisburg.

A set of Nakma black iron armor looks like it, but after these Nakma black iron armors are printed into magic patterns, they are hung on wooden racks in sets, and magic power is constantly flowing on the armor, and the visual effect is suddenly revealed.

Standing in front of a set of magic patterned armor, if you look straight, I can only see the scale patterns of the armor plastimeter.

"I think the effect is pretty good." I used my hand to fumble through the mitril magic pattern line on the armor, feeling the magic power flowing slowly on the magic pattern structure, like winding streams, spreading out from the base of the gem, forming complete magic pattern arrays.

I pointed to a magic pattern set in front of me and said to the Taurus warrior standing behind me: "Luka, please put on this primary magic pattern set and feel it, and see how much this magic pattern set has improved you."

Ruka did not hesitate to remove the hard leather armor on his body, and put this slightly loose set of Nakma black iron armor on his body. His two fists collided in front of his chest, making dull power fluctuations. Ruka tried to do a few squats, lunges, running and jumping. Kalancho raised the 'Ancient Oath' shield that Ruka was standing aside and said to Ruka: "Try two punches!"

The Tauren's fist hit the shield and made a "bang" sound. Kalancho was forced to take a step back with each punch.

Before Kalancho got angry, the Taurus stopped decisively and said to me: "Oh, it looks pretty good. It is a magic pattern structure that strengthens the power increase, and there is no other auxiliary magic effect."

I nodded. This magic pattern structure transformed with Nakma black iron armor was specially made for those barbarian slaves. "Strength increase" is the most suitable for barbarians, but in less than two weeks, we will set out to Qiyan City. At this time, more than 30 sets of magic seal workshops have just been made. There are 900 barbarian slaves on the heavy crossbow group. It is obviously unlikely to change all the clothes in a short period of time.

After reading the production line of Nakma Black Iron Armor to transform the magic pattern structure, I asked the old dwarf Harleson again: "How is the development of the minimalist version of the primary magic pattern structure?"

The old dwarf Harleyson stopped in the passage of the Magic Seal Workshop and led us into a stone room with only one magic marker. The shelves beside the wall were full of magic marker heads and dies. This was a magic marker experimental room. The old dwarf Harleyson stood at the door and pointed to a set of black iron armor and introduced to me: "The first sample of the minimalist magic pattern structure has been created. At present, the base of this black iron armor cannot be manufactured in batches. If you want to manufacture it in batches, you need to add at least five magic markers. It will take at least two weeks for the remaining magic markers to be produced."

If the magic pattern structures changed from the Nakma black iron armor are specially made for barbarian slaves, then this minimalist magic pattern structure is designed and manufactured by the Green Empire's first-class warriors who have the strength but have no money to become a construction knight. I plan to launch this low-end magic pattern structure in the imperial capital tomorrow spring, with a price of about fifty to seventy magic crystals. The specific one depends on the manufacturing cost and market reaction.

However, before the Winter Magic Pattern Construction Exhibition, Yekis scholars would re-optimize this minimalist version of Magic Pattern Construction, so there is room for further improvement in the properties of this magic pattern construction.

I said to the old dwarf Harleyson: "Okay, there is no need to hurry to build the minimalist magic pattern, just do it step by step. However, these Nakma people's black iron armor printing magic pattern arrays cannot be delayed. We must find a way to grab them forward."

The old dwarf Harleyson quickly agreed

...

After I walked around the cave underground in the Xinliu Valley, Alia and I returned to the imperial warehouse by teleporting the altar. Murray's truck just happened to leave a batch of rune boards.

I didn't take the magic caravan and pulled Alia directly across a street and returned to Alia's manor. The winter in the imperial capital was still a bit cold.

Through the door, the housekeeper stood respectfully at the door, took off his coat and long leather boots under the maid's service, and changed into comfortable soft-soled shoes. Alia lay on the soft leather sofa, and two maids removed the cumbersome accessories for her. She looked at me curiously and asked, "Are you planning to enter the market of primary magic pattern construction next spring?"

"I haven't thought about it yet. Maybe the first batch of primary magic pattern components will not be put into the market, and they can also be traded directly to a certain lord. Anyway, during the plane war, this thing will not be unsold." As I said, I took the warm towel handed to me by the maid and wiped my face.

I sat down on the sofa beside her and said to Alia: "You take care of the business in the imperial capital. If you encounter difficult problems and can't find me for a moment, go find Count Connor of the South Wind Legion."

Alia sighed softly and said, "I understand, the Babington family has left the imperial capital. What else can I worry about? But you, be more careful if you explore Qiyan City."

I unbuttoned a button on the collar of my shirt and said, "This time I invited many people, plus those orc warriors and barbarian slaves, and the safety is still guaranteed. So... I should not be the one who is afraid of it, but those lizard tribes."

I sat in the living room and chatted with Alia. The door of the living room was pushed open from outside, and Katerina walked in from outside.

She walked directly to me, handed me a thick parchment note, and said, "Su came to you today, but unfortunately you are not here, so she left a note for you."

"Is she looking for me for the southward journey?" I reached out to take the note and asked casually.

Katerina said: "The sticky note only says to ask you to have a drink at the Bar on the Back Street of Pride Tower."

...

I met Sister Sue and Anne in an oak house tavern on the back street of Pride Tower.

The two sisters sat next to the bartender, watching the bartender's fancy performance with great enthusiasm. Two young nobles next to them wanted to come over to meet him, but were directly scared away by the dagger that Anne took out of her arms.

As authentic Elites, Sue and Anne also like to drink some golden cider.

I took Katerina to Su's side. At this time, Su's face was flushed with a little drunk. She looked up and saw that it was me, narrowing her crescent-like eyes, like a night lily that suddenly bloomed. When she met, she asked me drunk: "Gijia, when will we set off?"

"Have you communicated with Lord Sora?" I sat in the empty seat beside her and said.

Su said readily: "Yes! I haven't had a long vacation for so long, and the teacher also supports me to go out and have a walk."

"That's good." After saying that, I asked the bartender for two glasses of ale.

Su and Annie were wearing cashmere skirts that girls in the capital liked to wear. This long skirt looked very loose when worn on Su, but it was tight when worn on Annie, completely revealing Annie's convex and sexy figure. After passing Su, I asked Annie on the other side: "Sister Annie, do you know a good guide who is familiar with the wild swamp in Qiyan City?"

Annie raised her head and said to me casually: "The guide who is most familiar with the wild swamp is the group of slave hunters. They formed a small circle in Qiyan City and rarely dealt with outsiders. Only slave traders can contact them..."
Chapter completed!