The dragon just wants to stay at home, but the players are frantically upgrading their technology.

On their way here, they had already exchanged names and clans.

The players also gave themselves the name Blackscale Clan.

At the same time, they also learned the name of the gray stone.

The Language Proficiency Stone comes from a third-circle spell corresponding to the third tier.

"Thank you. If possible, please use the waterwheel over there."

The group entered the camp.

Behind them, the players deliberately lagged ten meters behind Priest Mog, laughing and talking without restraint.

"Hahaha, that's hilarious! The look on that old Deng's face just now cracked me up."

"And those colorful kobolds, I would have laughed out loud if I wasn't worried about affecting the plot."

On the way here, some players tested the range of the Mog Priest's Language Proficiency Stone, which is about ten meters.

Once outside this area, the Mog priests cannot understand them, and they cannot understand the Mog priests either.

Not long after, beside the waterwheel.

"Caliber is Justice" led a group of players and Mog, slowly walking over the surrounding buildings.

Among the players, there are some new players.

They had some free time and, having heard about the new NPC, came over to check it out.

Mog and the others looked up at the waterwheel.

As they got closer, they became increasingly awestruck.

The rushing water crashed against the wheel chocks, causing the heavy spokes to spin, producing a grinding sound like the low growl of a giant beast.

An unnamed connecting rod crank on the wheel spokes connects to a simple shed by the river.

Bang!

As the waterwheel spun its axle to its highest point, a muffled, loud bang suddenly exploded inside the shed.

The sound was so loud, deafening, that it was something no human could possibly achieve.

"...What a loud sound!"

The approaching kobolds of the Rainbow Scale Clan were startled.

Even Mog was no exception.

Even though he had been to human villages and towns, he had never heard such a sound before.

The players were already used to it and remained unfazed.

What is making that sound?

Composing himself, and pretending to adjust the animal hides on his body, Mog asked.

"Power hammer".

"Justice is justice," he said casually as he walked forward.

"A blacksmithing machine that uses the power of a waterwheel, allowing craftsmen to make weapons more easily and quickly."

"Was this, and the camp, taught to you by His Majesty?"

Mog paid little attention to the road, recalling everything he had seen in the camp, and chatted idly as he followed the footsteps of "Caliber is Justice".

"Heh~ He can even teach this kind of thing..."

The phrase "caliber is justice" evoked a sneer from Siegel's lazy demeanor.

Halfway through his speech, Kobe, the embodiment of justice, suddenly realized that it was inappropriate and straightened his expression.

“I mean, it wasn’t His Majesty who taught it.”

“Every living thing must have value, and creating these things to make life more convenient and better for the residents of Your Majesty’s territory is our value to Your Majesty.”

Upon hearing this, Mog, whose expression had been somewhat unpleasant, finally returned to normal.

When he heard the second half, Mog's expression became somewhat strange again.

"Black Dragon...Does Your Majesty appreciate beauty? Do you wish for a better life for the residents of your territory?"

"Shouldn't His Majesty the Black Dragon be someone who pursues power, is cruel and tyrannical, and loves gold and destruction?"

That's what the rumors and the broken bloodline inheritance say!

Moreover, these words were more like praise than slander to Heilong.

"Do you understand His Majesty the Black Dragon, or do I?"

"Caliber is Justice" glanced sideways at Mog.

"Forehead……"

Mog was speechless for a moment.

The other party is a member of His Majesty the Black Dragon's family and has more contact with His Majesty, so he certainly has more say.

"All living things love beauty, and Your Majesty is no exception."

"Justice is everything," a thought crossed his mind, and he smirked, spouting nonsense.

"Are the goblins you've seen along the way living better than before?"

"It seems...so."

Mog lowered his head, lost in thought.

Along the way, the goblins had been doing hard work.

But his face was a bit fleshy and oily, and he didn't seem to complain.

They appeared to be even healthier than the average kobold in their clan.

"The Black Rock Mountains are His Majesty's territory, precisely because His Majesty loves beauty and cannot bear to see suffering."

"But as a dragon, he disdained to attack lower creatures, so he gave us a mission."

"That is, to liberate the Blackrock Mountains and save its inhabitants."

"This is his test for us, and also His Majesty's mercy on you."

The caliber is justice, and they're spouting nonsense with an air of righteous indignation.

Her words made Zhan Shuai's vision go black again and again, and Mo Ge was stunned.

"Is that so?"

Mog felt there was some truth to it.

He has lived for so many years and has only been exposed to experience; he has no systematic knowledge whatsoever.

I have a vague feeling that something is wrong, but I can't quite put my finger on it.

Reflecting on everything I had seen.

Mog lowered his head, unable to help but doubt the bloodline inheritance and the rumors.

Could it be that His Majesty the Black Dragon truly prefers beauty to destruction and annihilation?

Noticing Mog's expression, Zhan Shuai was stunned.

Is this how the story can be told?

Moreover, the NPCs seem to genuinely believe it.

Was I too serious about the plot before?

The warlord looked strange, but said nothing.

The "caliber is justice" approach has given them a convenient excuse to attack their neighbors.

"arrive."

Before Mog could think any further, the voice of "caliber is justice" suddenly rang out.

Where are we? Did you say where we were going?

Mog looked up, somewhat bewildered.

"A power hammer! Didn't you want to see it?"

"Caliber is Justice" glanced at it and pointed to the blacksmith shop.

boom!

The voice that had been lingering in my ears rang out again, louder than before, making my heart pound.

The scene ahead came into view.

Under the shanty, four players and seven goblins were busy at work.

A fierce flame burned in the stove, and ironware and rough blanks were sorted and placed on the stone platform.

The Dragonblood Warriors, a group of Qs, scooped the red-hot blanks out of the furnace and placed them under the massive steel hammer.

The hammer fell, striking the rough blank with a loud thud.