The Natural Empire of the Oceanic Dragon

Attilan really wanted to slap all these dwarves with missing brain cells to death, but when he thought about it, the kingdom really lacked blacksmiths.

Even second-rate blacksmiths like them were still scarce.

"Fisher, send someone to report quickly, no need to gather soldiers, it's all a misunderstanding."

Then he glanced at the group of dwarves and waved his hand, releasing a ball of Life Water to heal their injuries.

"Understood, understood!"

The dwarf leader nodded repeatedly and answered loudly at the same time.

The dwarves followed Fisher away, and the group of centaurs who had been whipped were called back.

"Do you know why you were beaten?"

The leading centaur looked resentful and dissatisfied.

"We just beat up a few dwarves, why does the Dragon Lord punish the brothers for the dwarves' sake?"

Attilan said coldly:

"I'm not beating you because you beat up the dwarves, but because you were making a fire to cook while patrolling! Also, which patrol team brings an iron pot while patrolling!"

"Are you patrolling, or are you having a picnic! Are you going to use that pot of meat soup to stuff the gnolls to death if you encounter them?!"

At this time, a fishman walked over with five pounds of jerky, giving each of the five centaurs one pound of pork jerky.

"This is?"

The centaurs looked at each other.

"This is a reward for you. You beat the dwarves but didn't beat them to death. You did well. You have brains."

The centaur squad leader raised his head and said:

"Report, Dragon Lord, it was Overseer Fisher who stopped us, otherwise we might have really killed the leading dwarf, so I think this jerky should be rewarded to the overseer."

Attilan snorted coldly.

"You still have the heart to care about Fisher. Can an overseer lack these few pounds of jerky? You are quite honest. What? Do you want me to reward you with another pound of jerky for your honesty?"

"Or a whipping?"

The centaur was intimidated by the overwhelming dragon might and immediately shut his mouth.

"Remember this, in the future, whoever makes a fire while patrolling will not just get ten lashes. Memorize all the wartime regulations!"

"Get out!"

Attilan waved his hand impatiently. The squad leader then took his four centaur subordinates down to rest.

Attilan hadn't healed their ten lashes. The ten lashes left bloody welts on their bodies, and now they were all returning to the barracks with weak legs to apply medicine and rest.

There were many centaurs in Water Cell Town. Attilan had once selected some centaurs to go to the forest centaur tribe for further study, wanting to see if he could find a few rangers who were good at archery and nature magic.

As for centaur warriors, even barbarians were more valuable than them, of course, referring to totem warriors with animal spirits. Barbarians and warriors were both losers, but they couldn't resist the animal spirits knowing magic.

In terms of group value, warriors were definitely the highest, but the individual value of warriors was undoubtedly the lowest of all classes.

Ruling a kingdom relies on warriors, developing a kingdom relies on mages.

Soon, Fisher walked over with a strange expression.

"Dragon Lord, I can't really evaluate what these dwarves know. You should go and see for yourself."

"Aren't they useless dwarf trash rejected by their own kind?"

Attilan walked to the blacksmith shop in Water Cell Town with curiosity.

In front of the dwarves, a basket was filled with more than a dozen golden dwarf coins.

Fisher said with a strange expression:

"They said they could turn brass into gold, so I let them try it. I didn't expect them to actually cast brass into gold coins."

"Dragon Lord, what level of blacksmiths are they? What level of blacksmith treatment should we give them?"

The corners of Attilan's mouth twitched slightly.

"I think I understand why these guys are rejected by other dwarves."

It turned out that they didn't lack talent and ability, it's just that their talents weren't used in the right place.

Compared to normal, honest dwarves, these guys were more like gray dwarves twisted by mind flayers. They had even practiced the skill of counterfeiting gold coins with brass.

The dwarf leader smiled confidently, holding the brass gold coin and coming to Attilan.

"Dragon Lord, the gold coins we make can definitely pass as genuine. Even dwarf blacksmiths can only tell the authenticity of the gold coins without damaging them if they are casting masters."

"If we use these brass gold coins to buy supplies from the northern human kingdoms, I believe we can make a lot of money."

Attilan looked at the dwarf leader with a smile.

"If it's really that profitable, why don't you do it yourselves and instead come to rely on me?"

The smile on the dwarf leader's face froze.

"Because for large-scale material transactions, human lords generally hire a mage to test the currency being traded. At that time, our gold coins may be exposed."

"Actually, we have been improving this defect, but in the dwarf kingdom, we couldn't get subsequent funding, and the research was forced to stop."

Attilan smiled and lowered his head. The thick pressure made the dwarves prostrate on the ground.

"I guess it's because you used fake gold coins to buy materials for experiments, and as a result, the gold coins circulated into the hands of a casting master, and then you were quickly exposed, right?"

The dwarf leader immediately kowtowed and admitted his mistake.

"I dare not hide it from the Dragon Lord. That's indeed the case. That incident also caused our reputation in the dwarf city to be completely ruined. Otherwise, we wouldn't have wanted to rely on this skill to seek refuge with the Dragon Lord."

Attilan said coldly:

"Get up. Since you can all make fake gold coins, then ordinary weapons, armor, and farm tools should be easy for you, right?"

The dwarf leader said with some disdain:

"This kind of low-end work should be left to those brainless dwarves. Dwarves like us with lofty goals should do more creative work!"

Attilan laughed in anger. He didn't expect that these sneaky guys actually had their own life creed.

"Then what else can you do? I don't support idlers here."

"This…"

For a moment, the dwarf leader was really stumped. If they were the kind of dwarves who were willing to do repetitive physical labor, they wouldn't have researched how to quickly obtain wealth.

And eventually embarked on the road of gold coin forgery.

A dwarf pushed the leader.

"Boss, didn't we also research a magic metal? Why don't we offer it to the Dragon Lord together?"

Attilan raised his eyebrows and asked with a smile:

"Magic metal? It seems I really underestimated you. Tell me, what kind of magic metal is it?"

Looking at the expectation in Attilan's eyes, the dwarf leader really wanted to pull out the tongue of the dwarf who spoke, but now he could only brace himself and take out a piece of wood from his dimensional bag.

"Wood?"

The dwarf leader said with a mournful face:

"That's a magic metal formula we got from an ancient tomb. In order to replicate the metal in the formula, I used a lot of precious materials. I don't know if there was a problem with the formula."

"Or maybe it was because of my improper operation. The magic metal that was finally created actually turned into a piece of wood. Although the energy utilization rate reached 60% mentioned in the formula."

"But this kind of wood is very fragile. Even the iron swords forged by those stupid dwarves can cut it off. It's simply a waste of the gold coins we worked so hard to forge."

So you not only counterfeit gold coins, but also rob tombs, and use fake gold coins to buy materials to experiment with magic metal formulas obtained from ancient tombs.

"You guys are really talented!"

The Hand of the Mage grabbed the wood, and Attilan's dragon claw held the piece of wood. After checking it, he input druidic natural magic.

"It's indeed a plant, but it still retains some metallic properties. Hiss!"

Such a peculiar thing, Attilan felt it was necessary to take it back to show the bear people.

Would using this magic metal, which is like wood, violate the restriction that druids cannot use metal weapons?

"Fisher, prepare bean flour meat soup for them, let them eat their fill. As for their specific use, I will arrange it when I come back."

Attilan turned his head again and asked:

"Where is the magic metal formula?"

The dwarf leader hesitated.

"This…"

"Do I lack your magic metal formula? Give me the formula. If it's valuable, you can eat your fill of the bean flour and jerky you want every day."

"And I will let you continue to preside over this magic metal project."

After the dwarves exchanged glances, the dwarf opened his dimensional bag and handed Attilan the metal sheet with the formula written on it.

Attilan took the wood magic metal and the formula and returned to the Amethyst Mountain as quickly as possible.

The old urchin said with a smile:

"You've only been out for less than half a day, and you've taken the initiative to come back and pick me up. You still have a conscience."

Attilan looked around, but didn't see the bear man's figure.

"Where is my master?"

"How rare, you would actually take the initiative to look for Gaea! Tell me, what trouble did you encounter?"

"I got a formula for a magic metal, but the metal that was made was like wood."

The old urchin sneered.

"Why don't you say you made wood into metal?"

"I'm not lying to you, look."

Attilan took out the wood for the old urchin to see, and the old urchin's face suddenly became serious.

"Where did you get this thing?"

"A group of dwarves said they dug the formula out of an ancient tomb, and then tried to make it themselves, but they failed and came up with this thing."

The old urchin said very excitedly:

"What failed, this is a success! The thing that the lunatics in the dungeon have been working on for hundreds of years without success was actually accidentally made by a group of dwarves."

"If they knew, they would be mad."

Attilan asked in confusion:

"So, do you know what this is?"

"I know too well what this is. Back then, I was just a lower-level druid, at that time…"

Suddenly, the bear man's voice sounded from behind Attilan.

"Robert, not everything can be told to him. You should control your mouth."