They are magical beings, sometimes unreasonable.
Upon leaving the blacksmith shop, Lear called for Bain.
He asked directly.
"The high-intensity operation of the blacksmith shop needs to be maintained for a while... Do we still have enough manpower for other industries in the territory?"
The wrinkled Mud Swamp Hero replied gravely.
"Sir, there was quite a shortage before, but with the arrival of Half-Elves and Half-Elves, the gap has been filled."
More than 800 people is not a small number for Weilu City.
"The Half-Elves are quite intelligent and naturally attuned to nature. I have assigned them to manage the farms and to raise the Dragon Blood Red Fish..."
"The Half-Elves are mainly responsible for making bows and arrows."
"These freed-up hands are now all assigned to work in the blacksmith shop."
Scattered people make for a hard arrangement.
But overall, everything is running in the set direction.
No errors have occurred.
"Is there any other issue in this regard?"
