But with Enchanting Demon Ya'Er and Dwarf Flint, everything is worth it.

Fine salt, he has plenty!

At the current rate of excavation, the reserves of this large Open-pit Salt Mine are enough for Lynn to mine for hundreds of years!

With a daily output of at least over two thousand pounds of fine salt, in just fifty days, another hundred thousand pounds of fine salt can be produced!

As time passes, the workers in the newly built two Salt Factories have become skilled in their techniques and methods.

The daily output almost reaches over two thousand five hundred pounds, not even needing fifty days!

Letting Red and Kuisi rest, Lynn lay down on the wooden bed.

On the wooden bed, a clean and tidy coarse wool sheet and blanket were laid.

In the living room fireplace, Anthracite was burning.

With the night approaching winter, it indeed carried a thick chill, and the temperature should be about ten degrees.

Covering himself with the coarse wool blanket, Lynn gradually fell asleep.

...

The next morning.

Lynn woke up early.

After brushing his teeth with charcoal-made toothpaste, Lynn sat at the square table in the second-floor living room, eating a nutritious breakfast carefully cooked by Kuisi.

Thanks to Zod's arrival, Lynn finally got to eat pepper again!

With the spices, this breakfast was the most visually appealing and flavorful breakfast Lynn had ever had.

Life was indeed getting better.

After finishing breakfast, Lynn walked out of the wooden house.

Not far away, Red, along with a few Guards, brought Flint over.

Flint, barely a meter tall, with a distinctive face, immediately drew the curious gazes of the surrounding Townsmen.

However, they only watched from a distance.

Upon seeing Lynn, they quickly withdrew their gaze and continued their respective work.

Coming to Lynn's side, Red spoke respectfully, "Sir, the person has been brought."

Lynn acknowledged and looked forward.

Lynn did not know how much Flint drank last night.

But.

Now he was full of spirit, and even the previously glum expression had vanished.

Lynn spoke to Flint, "Now I'll take you to the Blacksmith Workshop; your job afterward will be forging iron goods and instructing those Blacksmith Apprentices!"

Flint's eyes rolled for a few seconds, "No problem, Lord, forging is my specialty!"

In the conversation between Lynn and Flint, the two arrived at the Blacksmith Workshop.

Although it was still morning, Ehrelo had already led the Blacksmith Apprentices into the intense production.

The continuous sound of metal striking metal flowed into Flint's ears.

His thick eyebrows couldn't help but lift up, this sound was all too familiar to him.

Flint casually glanced around and finally set his eyes on a nearly ten-meter-high smoking building not far away.

Flint instantly became interested, and he asked Lynn, "Lord, what is that thing?"

Lynn followed Flint's gaze and looked, speaking indifferently, "Blast Furnace."

Even with Lynn's explanation, Flint's face remained puzzled.

He continued to ask, "Blast Furnace? Does it have high smelting efficiency?"

Lynn acknowledged, "The ore reduction rate to pig iron is about fifty percent."

"Of course, this is related to the high iron content in the open-pit mines."

Compared to the twenty to thirty percent reduction rate of makeshift slope kilns.

The Blast Furnace's fifty percent reduction rate, using the same amount of ore, produced double the pig iron, a qualitative improvement.

Flint's eyes widened again, "Fifty percent? So high?"

"Wait, open-pit iron mines? Are you saying, your territory has accessible open-pit iron mines?"

Lynn replied, "Yes, open-pit iron mine."

"Perhaps because the high-quality Anthracite used generates heat far beyond charcoal and logs."

Flint's face wore a touch of disbelief, "Anthracite? Also on your territory?"

Lynn nodded, "Yes, a large open-pit coal mine currently being dug."

Flint's mouth twitched slightly.

With an active open-pit iron mine, an ongoing open-pit coal mine, and a Blast Furnace capable of a fifty percent reduction rate to pig iron.

What kind of place is this territory?

Even their Fireplace Race merely occupied a medium-sized iron mine.

And it required entering underground to mine!

If such information reached the ears of Dwarves, Flint even felt the Dwarves might fight over these two veins!

Putting aside his scattered thoughts, Flint curiously looked at Lynn, asking, "Lord, your Blacksmith Workshop, in my opinion, is already very complete; what more can I do for you?"

In his earlier glance, Flint already knew the entire Blacksmith Workshop had varied tasks.

Smelting for Smelting, casting for casting, trimming for trimming, polishing for polishing, assembly for assembly...

Even if these Blacksmith Apprentices' skills seemed lousy to him.

However, Flint could not deny it.

Such rational distribution of work can maximize each apprentice's ability.

These apprentices had no skills to speak of; would it be possible for apprentices to master the entire Armor crafting process?

That would be a dream!

Lynn spoke, "I need you to lead two hundred people to craft higher quality Armor and weapons!"

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