Now with ten pieces of Magic Ore and construction plans, it is naturally necessary to arrange for Flint to proceed with construction.
As Lynn was contemplating.
In the distance.
Only a little over one meter tall, Flint, under the guidance of the guards, strides forward.
Arriving before Lynn, Flint wrinkled his large nose and opened his mouth to inquire.
"Lord, why have you called upon me?"
Lynn did not conceal his intention; with a movement of his hand, he handed over the prepared Magic Ore and special construction plans from his [Backpack].
As he looked at the Magic Ore shimmering in Lynn's hand, Flint's eyes sparked.
He asked somewhat surprised, "Didn't you say there was only one piece of Magic Ore?"
"How did you suddenly get... ten pieces?"
Flint reached out to take them, his eyes fixed on the plans in his hand, seemingly sensing the magic power of the Magic Ore.
A few seconds later.
