During the conversation between Lin Lan and others, the entire camp was eerily silent.
No one dared to disturb the Lord and Priest Sean's discussion. Even when the priest and scholar successfully conjured a massive 'Blessing Light Group,' the crowd remained calm.
Even the children remained silent.
They simply waited quietly for their fate, like a flock of obedient lambs.
Upon hearing the Lord's call, people looked at each other in confusion until a sturdy, simple-faced man stepped forward.
He was relatively short and broad, with arms covered in scars from iron slag.
"I... I'm the blacksmith, my Lord..."
His speech faltered from nervousness: "I have forged horseshoes and basic farming tools for the Lord..."
"Very well." Lin Lan nodded: "What's your name?"
"Abel, my name is Abel, my Lord."
"From today on, you will be the head of all the blacksmiths."
Lin Lan decisively said: "I plan to set up a temporary forge in the camp; you will take the lead. What do you need?"
