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New Guests

At the northern end of Nidavellir, in wide and open grasslands, was a gigantic castle-like building that was spread for more than 5 kilometers in total length alone. 1

There were three floors from start to beginning and everything was sculpted and renovated to the point that one would believe this building to have been built just a few days ago.

At the entrance of this building were two 20 meters tall stone statues. One of the dwarfs had a sword while the other one with a battleaxe. And even the hundreds of stone-paved stairs were made so well that even those who walked on them couldn't help but feel guilty to have dirtied these amazing creations of architecture.

This was the newly renovated site of the Oakenshield company that now had the sponsorship of both Hector and Venessa, the imperial scions.

While hundreds of people went in and out of the building, the majority being the workers and employees of different departments since this was the main headquarters of their franchise now… the atmosphere and the echoing noises of crafting and metalwork signified the busy nature of this company.

Throk was busy forging parts of Kahn's Drakos Armor at the moment in his personal forge while he left his two disciples with the thousands of dwarven blacksmiths who worked for him.

Kahn and Blackwall stood at the end while practicing their skills just like the rest and tried to increase their efficiency and experience.

For them, the blacksmith's life couldn't be studied… it could only be experienced.

SHING!!

However… not only Kahn but also Throk and everyone from the subordinates suddenly sensed a form of threat incoming their way from 15 kilometers away.

[I can't come out now. You handle this.] contacted Throk to Kahn as he was at a crucial point of forging and mending the parts of armor while mixing them with Drakos Armor.

[Alright everyone… hide your strength and levels. Let's see who this new party is.] ordered Kahn as he sensed 8 individuals coming from the south via a warship at a fast pace.

In just 2 minutes, this warship hovered close to their company building and landed in an open field while the onlookers whether they were employees or customers, looked were gazing at this magnificent and well-designed warship that had a sigil of a particular group.

"It's the Hero's Party!" shouted one of the employees and soon, the majority of the people and even the dwarven blacksmiths left their work and ran around to get a glimpse of these new guests as if paparazzi flocking towards celebrities to get some exclusive pictures.

Soon, these 8 individuals walked out of the warship while being escorted by over a hundred soldiers with the sigil of the Church of Hetrax on their armors.

They controlled the flocking mob towards the members of Hero's party, most of whom were at least a first stage saint while few members were above. And after they finally reached the main entrance of the company building…

One of the members, a wolfkin archer among them spoke.

"The Hero's Party has come to visit Throk Oakenshield!" he said loudly.

The normal employees and customers were shocked alike. Because being personally visited by the Hero of Fire and his party wasn't something that happened normally at all.

Tap!

Suddenly, a 3 meter tall human with a ripped body who was donning fiery red armor and had a giantsword on his back came out of the main entrance door of the building.

This individual was none other than Jugram who was wearing his second set of armor that was made by Albestros while the first set was being reforged by Throk using the guardian dragon's body as part of their deal.

Currently, he had limited his rank and levels to match that of an intermediate grandmaster

Kahn had given the mythical rank metamorphosis bloodline to all of the subordinates quite some time ago. So they had no problem hiding their levels and rank just like Kahn and even erase the world energy signature completely.

Unless someone was a 5th stage saint, they wouldn't be able to detect their true strength.

"My apologies, honorable members of the Hero's Party. Master Oakenshield is currently busy with a complicated forging procedure. He can not be disturbed during this crucial time.

Allow me to guide you to our resting rooms till then." spoke Jugram in a respectful tone, trying to maintain his cover.

[How strong are they?] asked Kahn.

[Master, I can easily take out 3 of them myself. But the problem is that there are 4 people who are above 1st stage saint.] reported Jugram as he was closest to these people and could directly gauge their strength based on their auras.

[Tch! Then we better be prepared. I smell some trouble coming.] replied Kahn.

"Huh? What does mean he's busy? Doesn't he know who we are? Or who Lord Axel is?" suddenly, a figure walked forth from the group and spoke in a discontent voice.

This was none other than Edna, one of the members of Hero's Party who was a female succubus enchantress.

But instead of stopping her haughty words, the members of her party including Axel himself acted like they didn't care if Throk was busy or not.

"Apologies, my lady. These were the direct orders from master Oakenshield himself.

If you'd be so kind, please allow us to offer our hospitality till he becomes free of his work." spoke Jugram in a respectful tone towards the new arrivals.

"Ha! The audacity… does your blacksmith has no time to greet the great lord Axel instead of hitting some scrap metal with a hammer?" said a female archer with a head of an eagle.

However, to her words… many of the people among the crowd felt offended because this was one of the most prestigious crafts of their empire and also the pride of the dwarven race.

The dwarven men and women clenched their fists as they tried to swallow down this insult.

Thud!

The next moment, a 3 meter tall figure, comparable to Jugram in height suddenly walked forth and released his saint pressure filled with killing intent.

"Tell him to come out... Unless he wants to be forced to kneel in front of us!"

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