Lightforce flowed from his palm, steadily pouring into everyone’s bodies.
Feeling the warmth envelop her, Qiansitelin’s brow, which had been furrowed in pain, gradually relaxed.
“Wow! This looks like so much fun!”
The dwarf girl, carrying a stone hammer larger than her own body, spun around incessantly within the circle of Lightforce. She seemed fascinated, as if it were her first time seeing such power.
As for the brown-maned lion, it crouched timidly at the edge of the circle.
Once everyone’s injuries had stabilized and begun to slowly heal, Muxuan finally breathed a sigh of relief and took a moment to observe the dwarf girl before him.
She had deep red hair tied into two small pigtails, a felt hat on her head along with a pair of goggles. While she wasn’t particularly beautiful, she looked neat and clean. She wore a cinched leather vest and breeches, with rivets and metal plates at almost every seam, giving her an air of sturdiness.
‘Hm… she’s a good deal shorter than me.’
Muxuan made a silent judgment before shifting his gaze.
She was short, but she was built!
One couldn’t tell just by looking at her, but based on how she swung that stone hammer effortlessly—enough to create an audible sonic boom—Muxuan knew exactly how strong she was. At any rate, she could probably take him down with one punch without any trouble.
‘Hiss… I’m actually a little envious! What should I do?’
Thinking of his own fair, soft hands that possessed almost no strength, a wave of annoyance washed over Muxuan.
“Um… Your Holiness? Is there anything fun at your Church?”
‘Fun? How could there be?’
His Church had only just been rebuilt; it was lucky enough not to have been swallowed by the Black Mist yet!
‘Wait, don’t dwarves love forging? If I use some weapon blueprints from my past life, could I try to trick some dwarves into coming here?’
Muxuan was constantly thinking about constructing Wonder buildings like the Sanctuary! The reason Wonder buildings were considered Wonders was because their effects were comparable to the Rules themselves.
‘Forget it… I don’t understand weapon manufacturing at all, and I have no way to draw up those blueprints for the dwarves.’
Moreover, this wasn’t an ordinary world. The existence of transcendent powers had already rendered most conventional weapons harmless. Of course, they were still useful for ordinary people. If he had the chance, he would still try, but not right now.
“Miss, there isn’t much in the way of fun at the Church,” Muxuan replied with a couple of polite chuckles.
“But they all say the environment at the Church is exceptionally good and warm! And there’s no Black Mist, and the ground is covered in flowers and grass!”
‘Good grief…’
Looking at the dwarf girl’s innocent, longing expression, Muxuan felt a bit embarrassed.
Who told her that? And was this really what dwarves pursued?
He turned his gaze toward Luseqi. Luseqi looked away slightly, avoiding Muxuan’s eyes.
‘Fine, so it was you!’
However, it was true. Under the influence of the Lightforce, the environment at the base was indeed much better than in the Black Mist.
“Oh, right! Do you have goat milk?” As she spoke, the dwarf girl suddenly thought of something. She tossed the giant hammer aside, slamming the head of the brown-maned lion—which had just managed to stand up—back into the dirt, and then looked at Muxuan with excitement.
“It’s been so long since I’ve had a cup of hot goat milk. Could I have a drink? I can… I can help build some things!”
Eagerness, expectation, and nostalgia.
Those were the emotions Muxuan could read in the dwarf girl’s eyes. Luseqi hadn’t been wrong; dwarves really did love goat milk that much.
After a moment of thought, Muxuan cleared his throat and turned his gaze back to Luseqi. This was something he had to ask Luseqi about, since Muxuan wasn’t the one raising the sheep.
Besides, she mentioned building things! The construction techniques of the dwarf race were arguably the best on the continent. No matter what kind of building it was, as long as a blueprint was provided—even if it lacked specific internal structures and only had a rough frame—a dwarf could force it into existence!
Furthermore, the buildings would be faithful to the design and incredibly sturdy.
If he could lure this dwarf back, many of the buildings at his base could be renovated. He could have Beikeze redesign the layout, and it could be expanded into a town. By then, he could formally establish the new headquarters of the Church.
As for the holy city of Finisall, far away in the Yiersaluoqi Kingdom… what even was that? It had already become the headquarters of the Strange!
Muxuan had no intention of trying to take the holy city back.
Was he joking? The Strange entities surrounding that place were at the Moho layer at the very least, and there might even be the presence of an indescribable Gutenberg layer.
Holy cities and Sanctuaries were built to consolidate the Faith of the believers, not to send them to their deaths!
“Of course, if you don’t mind, Miss,” Luseqi replied to the dwarf girl, giving Muxuan a helpless look. “However, Miss, might I ask why you appeared in this prison?”
This was also a question Muxuan wanted an answer to.
After Muxuan had come out, Luseqi had already explained that this dwarf girl had emerged from the prison along with the brown-maned lion. If he wasn’t mistaken, this girl had likely been transferred from the original third basement floor to the surface… No, the brown-maned lion seemed able to forcibly stop the spatial fluctuations within the prison!
“The Grand Master Craftsman sent me here to clear out the goblins!”
“The Grand Master Craftsman!?”
Muxuan was a bit dazed. What kind of position was that? Or was it just a title?
“Your Holiness, dwarves are scattered everywhere in the form of tribes. The Grand Master Craftsman is the dwarf with the highest prestige and the strongest forging and construction skills among all the tribes,” Qiansitelin explained, her condition having improved slightly.
Muxuan nodded and quickly sent another wave of Lightforce to Qiansitelin. Her state was still very unstable.
“Wow! Big sister, you know so much about us!”
Hearing Qiansitelin’s explanation, the dwarf girl’s eyes sparkled again, her face full of excitement.
“Big sister, have you ever eaten Akabo candy? I’m telling you, even though candies are supposed to be sweet, that stuff is bitter. I really don’t know why it’s called Akabo candy!”
“And then there’s the Hoss…”
As if she had found a kindred spirit, the dwarf girl moved to Qiansitelin’s side. Once she started talking, she couldn’t stop, incessantly trying to share things with Qiansitelin.
Qiansitelin gave a strained smile and said softly, “I haven’t heard of it, but it sounds very interesting.”
She disliked men, but she didn’t dislike women. Therefore, Qiansitelin didn’t find the dwarf girl’s enthusiasm repulsive.
“Speaking of which… are those messenger birds yours?”
The somewhat thick-headed dwarf girl finally realized something was wrong with Qiansitelin’s condition. She stopped immediately and looked at Qiansitelin apologetically.
Taking the opportunity, Muxuan asked his question.
He had only just remembered; if it weren’t for Luseqi, he would likely still be under the surveillance of those messenger birds.