The burning during the process of receiving the legacy consumed much of his stamina, yet this pace perfectly synchronized with the Snow Rabbit People.

Receiving the legacy made the Yak People very happy, but their hearts were full of confusion.

He scratched his head, his rough fingers brushing over the black lines on his arm.

"Is this... is this really the divine inheritance?"

He muttered to himself, "But why did the Lord say he is not a messenger of God?"

The Snow Rabbit People, who were responsible for translation, paused, turning to look at the manor behind them.

He had lived in Frost Leaf Town for quite some time and had heard many rumors.

The Snow Rabbit People thought for a moment and then asked Bain in a lowered voice, "What do you think a god should be like?"

This question made Bain pause for a moment.

He scratched his head, "I... I don't know either."

"Alright then."

The Snow Rabbit People were somewhat helpless and asked again, "Then, let me ask you, if... if God were to grant you blessings, what kind of life would you live?"

"Uh... it should be having food every day, being able to forge, no one bullying us, and a very stable life."

Bain answered honestly, "And also this spell legacy forged with Flame Tempering."

Bain grinned and raised his arm.

"What is your current life like?" continued the Snow Rabbit People.

"Now..."

Bain suddenly stopped, as if struck by lightning.

The Snow Rabbit People's rhetorical question was an epiphany for him.

The current life...

Every day there is plenty of food, a safe place to live, work that everyone enjoys, and discovering magical machines.

And just now, Bain received the spell legacy only granted by divine power.

Isn't this the perfect life granted by a god in legends?

"Are you saying... are you saying..."

Bain couldn't find the words, overwhelmed by shock like a tidal wave.

The Snow Rabbit People shook his head.

"I said nothing. We Rabbit People believe in our ancestors, different from your beliefs."

He paused for a moment, his voice taking on a more mysterious tone:

"I heard from the Wildman that the Lord is the prophesied return of the Saint Master."

"Perhaps, the Lord is also your legendary..."

Bain's pupils suddenly contracted.

If this is true... then everything would make sense.

...

...

Luo De let Bain rest for a whole night.

The next morning, after breakfast, Luo De eagerly went to the Blacksmith Shop to arrange the usage of the Flame Tempering forging.

As he stepped over the threshold of the Blacksmith Shop, the scene before him made him halt.

Bain and his people were all prostrate on the ground, as devoutly as if worshipping a god.

"Our Master, holy peace!"

The synchronized voice echoed through the Blacksmith Shop, startling the other blacksmiths and causing them to tremble.

Luo De, a bit puzzled, turned to look at the Snow Rabbit People translator beside him.

"What's going on? Is it because of yesterday's legacy?"

"Yes, Lord."

The Snow Rabbit People respectfully answered, "Bain believes you have given them a stable and beautiful life like that of the Divine Kingdom, and even the legacy they dreamed of."

"And your exquisite forging skills created magical machines that could replace blacksmiths..."

The Snow Rabbit People paused, cautiously saying: "They think you are the embodiment of their god."

Luo De paused for a moment.

This again?

This time, there were no pre-woven lies.

These were realizations made by the Yak People themselves.

However, when he thought about it carefully, it seemed to make some sense.

Many things he did could indeed align with the ideals of a perfect life that primitive beings like the Alien Race might yearn for.

Yet he couldn't explain these complex truths to the Yak People.

Forget it.

As long as these Yak People work honestly for him, they can think whatever they wish of him.

"Let them all stand up."

Luo De did not explain further and gestured for the Yak People to rise.

Bain stood up nervously, not daring to meet Luo De's eyes.

"Our Master, what are your orders?"

Luo De hesitated for a moment; this new identity left his mind momentarily blank.

This title felt strange, but there was no time to dwell on it now.

"We need to quickly test the effects of the Flame Tempering."

He composed his thoughts.

"Fortunately, we have the Sea Pattern Magic Iron, let's see if the Flame Tempering can be used to forge weapons from it."

"As you command, Our Master."

Bain answered respectfully.

Luo De still felt odd about the title but nodded nonetheless.

He turned to Hammer beside him and instructed:

"Go bring a Fish Spear made of Sea Pattern Magic Iron, we need to conduct a test."

Hammer nodded in agreement and quickly headed toward the warehouse.

As the materials manager, he was responsible for managing all valuable materials.

At this moment, Bard approached.

"Lord, the plate armor you ordered has been fully forged and is ready for the soldiers to try on anytime."

Luo De's face lit up with joy, "It's finally completed."

Having the machines do the forging is indeed fast, who knows how long it would have taken with just manpower.

Luo De happily pointed in the direction of the military camp,

"Let the Guard inform Durant to have his elite squad gather at the Blacksmith Shop."

"Yes, Lord."

Bard respectfully replied, immediately running out of the Blacksmith Shop.

...

...

Before long, the sound of orderly heavy footsteps came from outside the Blacksmith Shop.

Durant's requirements for the army were very strict, even more so for the elite squad.

And these fifty soldiers were no longer recruits.

Having been tempered by several battles, having faced the terrifying Lizardman, they exuded a more stable aura with fierce looks in their eyes.

Without requiring Durant's command, the five squads entered the courtyard of the Blacksmith Shop in turn, standing in well-ordered rows.

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