“Since I wouldn’t want you to claim unfairness, our forges were created the same, using a milder temperature. I also left you the schematics and instructions we will follow, so you can’t claim I used a technique you’d never seen before.” Gabbro responded as we walked up to our forge.

“The temperature should be hotter.” Sapphire immediately said.

“I didn’t want your precious little master getting hurt on the hot stove.” Gabbro didn’t hide the mocking in his voice.

“We can handle ourselves!” Sapphire snarled.

I nodded, walking up and putting my hand directly on the burning stove. I had equipped Heat Immunity now, so this act that even Gabbro wouldn’t do I did with ease. The men all gasped as I casually tested the temperature with my finger, and then began to alter the temperature using magic. As the stove rose, Sapphire also began to prepare, tying on her apron, finding the hammer she wanted, as well as the piece of silvthril.

Seeing me touching the forge, and making it much hotter, he gave a slightly irritated wave, and a dwarf came near the stove and started casting a spell, to increase the heat of their stove to match ours. The material used for these stoves wasn’t quite as fine as the material that would be forged into the weapons, so I brought it to the point where the metal almost turned red before I stabilized the heat.

Gabbro finally stood up at his, and he was quickly joined by another dwarf who looked about the same age as him but moved much more spryly like he had to be much younger. I will still trying to figure out deep dwarf aging. The pair had already seemingly set up everything they wanted and didn’t hesitate to start moving like the Masters that they were, working with a finesse only experience could create.

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“Master, do you see the deep dwarf technique?” Sapphire gestured.

“Does it differ from the technique you acquired in Twilight’s Dungeon?” I asked.

“Only slightly. However, I don’t believe we should follow this path anyway.”

“Are you sure about that?”

She made an uncertain face but finally nodded. “If we follow a technique that uncle has mastered, at best we’d only be creating a product as good as if not inferior to his. The only way we can defeat uncle is by forging our path.”

“Then, I will follow your lead.”

She nodded, and then hesitated for a moment “Master, do you still have the lore that my father sent you?”

“It’s mostly been absorbed by the dungeon, but it’s not like I can conjure it up with my Dungeon Master job.”

“Does any of it contain anything about our upcoming enemy?”

I blinked, thought about it for a few moments, and then nodded. “I think it does.”

“Is there any way you can share the knowledge with me… through our bond?”

I had never considered doing something like that before. The closest skill I recalled having was Duplicate Slave skill. In that case, I was able to temporarily pull on my slave’s lore so that I could pull off one of the skills only they should have. Of course, when I first had the skill, I didn’t understand that was what I was doing. I quickly went through my Slave Master skills, and that was when I landed on one called Slave Teaching. I had gotten it at 42, but I had mostly ignored it.

“I think I might be able to do just that,” I smirked.

While Gabbro and his partner were already busy at work, Sapphire and I worked out a design between each other. It had already been about fifteen minutes with them half done when we finally began.