A stinky cultivator has arrived in the magic world.

Chapter 27 The Dilemma of the Dwarf Alchemy Workshop

Cultivation skills and arts...

Lorne pondered that it must be skills such as alchemy, weapon crafting, formation, talisman making, beast taming, and sword control. For many cultivators, these are important skills that are no less important than their cultivation level. Mastering one of them can provide them with a means to make a living.

But in the magical world, where should I go to learn these traditions?

and also……

Lorne frowned and looked back at the old clock tower.

Perhaps it was because he had achieved Qi Refining and gained spiritual awareness that his senses became much sharper, and he even had a feeling that he was being spied on.

It wasn't obvious when he was inside the clock tower, but now that he's out, the feeling suddenly stopped, and that's when he realized it.

"Haven't you gotten used to being spied on all this time, so the source of this spying is now limited to inside the clock tower?"

"Is it the academy's surveillance system, or is it the second legend about the clock tower that Meow Leon mentioned, and which is indirectly confirmed in the cultivation guide?"

Just as I was pondering this, a grumbling, angry broom and a quiet, cold-looking broom came whistling in.

"Let's go! To those dwarves' territory!"

As if he hadn't noticed anything, Meow Leon jumped onto the head of the irritable broom and let out a long, majestic meow.

As per their previous agreement, Meow Leon had already brought Lorne to the East Ring Bathing in the Dawn, so now it was Lorne's turn to help him with the mission.

Lorne suppressed his thoughts, turned back and took a deep look at the clock tower, memorizing the feeling of being spied on. Finally, he skillfully mounted Leng Mei's broom and rode away into the distance.

slip away.

……

The Dwarven Alchemy Workshop is located in the southern ring of the Floating Island City. It is completely different from the peaceful and beautiful western ring and the solemn and majestic eastern ring. The whole place is filled with a lively atmosphere. Four of the eight academies, namely Earth, Fire, Lightning and Wood, are located here.

Riding his broomstick, Lorne sliced ​​through the clouds and spotted four towering elemental towers in the distance. Some were engulfed in flames that burned eternally, some had enormous ancient trees atop them with canopies that spread out like parasols, and some were cast in metal like steel fortresses. They were all different in shape and had distinct colors.

Between the fire elemental tower and the earth elemental tower, in a roughly equidistant area, copper pipes, soot, and steam mingled, creating an exceptionally noisy environment.

This is the dwarven alchemy workshop.

"The Dwarven Alchemy Workshops are not actually the property of the Academy, but a branch of the Dwarven race in our Academy. They are the largest chain of alchemy workshops on the entire continent, capable of forging the finest equipment and magical items. As long as you can afford the gold coins, you can even hire a Dwarven King to forge them for you personally."

"But there's one type of protective gear they never forge. Do you know which one it is?"

Despite the lightning speed, Leon's lewd voice still managed to reach Lorne's ears unimpeded, which must have been the work of some kind of magic.

Before Lorne could ask a question, it answered on its own, its cat face contorted in a particularly abstract, distorted smile:

"They're leg protectors!"

"Because dwarves' protective gear is all crafted based on their own experience, what kind of thing could possibly attack a dwarf's knee?! Hahaha, meow!"

...I think you can do it, Senior Cat.

Lorne lowered his head, pondering the details of the alchemy workshop mission that Meow Leon had just mentioned.

The magic that dwarves possess is different from that of humans. They do not study elemental magic, but they are proficient in runic magic, which is to inscribe magic on stones, weapons, armor, and even their own beard decorations.

Therefore, dwarves rarely produce mages; instead, they are mostly master blacksmiths.

The dwarven alchemy workshop has long needed a rare magical metal called "red gold" for crafting mid- to high-level rune weapons. However, recently, the supply of red gold has become tight, and its price has skyrocketed, leaving the workshop owner extremely worried about how to reduce costs.

Therefore, a task was issued to the entire college: anyone who can help solve this problem will be rewarded with twenty credits!

Frankly speaking, it would be absolutely impossible to earn so many credits for a normal mission. This time, it was only because Crimson Gold was so important and concerned the vital interests of all mid-to-high-level mages that the academy agreed to issue it according to this standard after careful consideration.

"Logically speaking, this quest has been pending for a while now. Even if the reserves are insufficient, their alchemy workshops have branches all over the continent; transferring some over should be enough."

"Strange, could it be that the other branches' stock has also disappeared? Are you kidding me? Who could have such power to steal all the pure gold stock in the alchemy workshop?"

Just as I was wondering what was going on, the broom suddenly swooped down, and the noisy workshop buildings ahead quickly approached, with several short, stocky figures already right in front of me.

"Lorne, remember to show respect to the masters. The dwarven masters have very hot tempers. If you are impolite or speak recklessly, they will smash your head with a hammer," Meow Leon's admonishing voice drifted over.

Lorne looked at Meow Leon in disbelief.

You weren't like this just now!

……

Inside the alchemy workshop, the furnace was burning brightly.

Several people in charge were gathered around a huge iron table, looking at the thick ledgers on it with worried expressions.

The workshop owner, known as "Old Hammer" by the students, picked up a large wine glass, took a big gulp of wine, and then slammed it heavily on the table.

"Our consumption of red gold has exceeded the limit again this month. Inventory is decreasing, prices are rising, but orders are still increasing. If you two can't come up with a solution, we'll have to work at a loss next month."

The two people he mentioned were a dwarf who was about the same height as him, looked similar, dressed similarly, had similar beards, and was similar in every way. The other dwarf was a special supervisor appointed by the Forge Sanctuary to manage the dwarven alchemy workshops, in charge of regulations, inspecting the workshops, and passing on clan orders.

To put it simply, they are liaison officers dispatched by higher-level departments.

However, even this special supervisor is now helpless:

"As you know, all the branches of the clan are facing a shortage of red gold. It all happened so suddenly. The Forge Holy Court has sent several sages to investigate and has identified several suspicious evil magic organizations. They are also organizing the clansmen to mine red gold, but you know, that will take time."

Most dwarves do not study elemental magic and therefore do not have a magic degree, but they do have a rank corresponding to a magic degree. Sages are powerful dwarves comparable to high-ranking mages, possessing powerful runic magic.

But unless they recover the lost gold on the spot and send it to the various branches, it will take a lot of time. Mining and distributing it is even more impossible, as this stuff is very rare and the process is even slower.

Sigh, if only we could find other magical materials to replace the red gold.

Thinking of this, the workshop owner, Old Iron Hammer, looked at the other person who hadn't spoken.

"Amber, do you have any ideas?"

She was a girl whose height was between that of a human and a dwarf, with a sturdy but not bulky physique and a particularly healthy beauty.

At this moment, she was resting her chin on one hand, tilting her head, her face with light freckles looking at the sky outside with a bored expression, while her other hand was shaking her reddish-brown braid.

I'm so bored.