I'm really not a Sanctuary Warlock.

Lynn breathed a sigh of relief and found a stone platform a little further away to sit down.

The wait is long.

About half an hour later, a red light appeared on one of the discharge ports on the side of the furnace, and the liquid adamantite slowly flowed into the short sword mold that Anna had placed in advance, guided by the runes.

“Next is shaping.” Anna stepped back a few paces and looked up at the top of the furnace.

Lynn followed her gaze.

Above the furnace, a huge stone hammer hangs.

That thing weighed at least half a ton, and was carved from the same dark gray rock as the furnace, with dwarven runes engraved all over its surface.

"That... is it automatic too?"

"Yes."

The voice just fell.

"boom!!!"

The giant hammer fell from the top, striking the anvil above the mold with a deafening roar.

The stone hammer slowly rose, then was drawn back to its original position by the runes above the furnace.

Lynn looked at the mold on the anvil, where the refined gold had been transformed into a metal blank with a sword-shaped outline.

"One hammer blow to finalize?"

“This is the essence of dwarven forging.” Anna stepped forward to examine it. “The rune hammer has built-in temperature control and force adjustment. With one strike, it can not only shape the metal, but also remove impurities and strengthen its internal structure.”

She took out the shaped sword blank and placed it into a stone trough engraved with blue runes.

Immediately, an icy blue liquid gushed out of the stone trough, enveloping the entire sword blank.

“Now let’s quench it.” Anna turned around. “Once it cools down, we can move on to the second item.”

The second piece of refined gold ore was thrown into the furnace.

The same process.

Melt, pour into the mold, and the giant hammer falls.

"boom!!!"

Lynn was mentally prepared this time, but the voice still made his head spin.

Lisa's longsword mold was significantly larger than her shortsword. Anna widened the blade by half an inch as Lynn requested, making it more suitable for the sweeping, powerful swings of the Rebellion Greatsword.

The third piece of refined gold.

Dagger mold.

"boom!!!"

The hammer fell three times.

Three weapons.

Lynn stepped forward as the last dagger was taken out of the quenching tank.

Three adamantite weapons were neatly arranged on the workbench.

The short sword is dark gold in color, with a faint metallic pattern on its surface.

The longsword was almost twice as long as the shortsword, with a wide and thick blade, but it was lighter than Lynn had expected.

The dagger is the smallest, but its craftsmanship is by no means inferior. Its overall lines are smooth, and it fits perfectly in the hand.

Lynn picked up the short sword and swung it twice casually.

light.

But the soft sound of metal hitting the air carries a heavy sense of oppression.

“Adamantite weapons weigh only two-thirds as much as steel weapons of the same volume, but are more than five times harder,” Anna explained from the side.

Lynn nodded in satisfaction and put the short sword into his spatial ring.

Then he picked up the dagger.

Lisa had already walked over. She picked up her own longsword and flicked the blade with her finger.

"Ding."

The crisp sound echoed through the cave.

Lisa's eyes lit up, and although she didn't say anything, she was very satisfied with the sword.

Lynn did not put the dagger away.

He turned to look at Anna.

"Your Highness, this is for you."

Anna was slightly taken aback.

"Give me?"

"Your Highness needs a weapon for self-defense more than I do."

Anna looked down at the dagger in her hand, then looked up at Lynn with a calm gaze.

And what about yourself?

“I have enough with my short sword,” Lynn shrugged. “Besides, I also have an invisibility cloak and all sorts of trump cards.”

"It's quite difficult for others to get close to me."

Anna did not respond immediately.

She flipped the dagger over, tested its grip, and then nodded slightly.

"Thank you."

Lynn smiled but didn't say anything more.

It was only then that he noticed how incredibly hot the cave was.

After three smelting processes, the magma from the earth's veins was completely activated, and the entire space became as hot as a steamer.

Lynn's clothes were soaked through and stuck to her body, making her extremely uncomfortable.

Without thinking, he simply ripped off his shirt.

A startled cry came from Lisa's end: "What are you doing!"

"It's so hot." Lynn tossed her clothes over her shoulder. "Aren't you guys hot?"

Lisa's face flushed red at a visible speed, and she quickly looked away.

"Aren't you ashamed?"

Lynn fanned herself with her hand, looking quite self-righteous, "If you're hot, you can take it off too, I promise I won't laugh at you."

"Get out, get out, get out!"

Anna stood to the side, glanced at Lynn expressionlessly, and then turned and walked toward the passage.

"Let's go upstairs, it's cool outside."

"Wait, Your Highness!" Lynn caught up with her. "Don't you feel hot?"

I don't think so.

"Really?"

Anna didn't turn her head.

"I have a way to regulate body temperature."

"..."

The three of them walked out of the dwarven furnace along the passage, and the outside air rushed in, carrying the unique chill of the foot of the mountain at night.

Lynn put her clothes back on.

It wasn't because he was cold, but because Lisa kept glaring at him.

The unicorn obediently squatted outside the cave entrance, and when it saw the three of them come out, it snorted as a greeting.

It was completely dark.

The gravel area at the foot of the mountain gleamed with a cold white light under the moonlight, while the distant annihilation zone was completely dark, beyond the reach of even the moonlight.

"Let's set up camp right at the cave entrance." Lynn took out tent materials from his spatial ring. "There's a roof on top, so we won't have to worry about rain. The temperature in the passage is just right, much better than being outdoors."

Anna did not object.

Lynn pitched his tent on the inner side of the entrance to the passage. The temperature there was just right, neither too hot nor too cold, and the rocks overhead provided shade, making it a really nice campsite.

Lynn originally had some ulterior motives.

It's not an unreasonable thought, it's just that it's rare to have such a peaceful night, and I wish I could chat with Anna or Lisa alone for a bit, maybe even deepen our relationship...

But reality soon dealt him a heavy blow.

Anna and Lisa slept in a tent.

Ok.

It seems there's no chance.

Lynn went into his tent and closed his eyes.

The whispers continued for about ten minutes, then gradually stopped.

The two must have fallen asleep.

Lynn was indeed exhausted; today's exertion was considerable. Although the dwarven forge was automated, he needed to be on guard while Anna infused the Holy Light-driven runes, keeping him constantly on edge.

Let's enter a meditative state.

……

The next morning.

Lynn was awakened by Lisa's footsteps.

He opened his eyes and saw Lisa already dressed and standing outside the tent, practicing basic slashing with her new longsword.

The sword light was incredibly dazzling in the morning light, and each movement of sheathing the sword was crisp and clean.

A good sword deserves a good person.

Anna stood outside the cave entrance, facing east, seemingly looking at something.

"Good morning." Lynn walked over.

Anna turned her head and said, "Good morning."

"Have you planned today's route?"

“Hmm.” Anna pointed to the middle of the mountain range. “There is a path in the middle of the Sky Mountain Range. It was probably built by the dwarves back then. From there, we can walk south along the mountainside, so we don’t have to work so hard to climb to the top.”

How did you know there was a road?

“There were markings on the murals I saw in the furnace last night.” Anna withdrew her hand. “Dwarven furnaces are usually connected to transportation networks to facilitate the transport of ores and finished products.”

Lynn was somewhat impressed; Anna was simply all-around amazing.

"Let's go then."

After packing up the tent and supplies, the three of them, with the unicorn by their side, began to climb up the mountain.

Anna is right.

After climbing a scree slope for about forty minutes, a stone path that had clearly been man-made appeared halfway up the mountain.

Although the road surface is severely weathered, the main structure is still intact, and it is wide enough for a unicorn to pass through. The low stone railings on both sides still retain dwarf-style reliefs.

“There really is a way.” Lynn climbed onto the unicorn.

Anna sat down in front of him, while Lisa walked beside him, holding the reins.

Looking down from this height, the entire landscape of that annihilated zone finally became clear.

A vast, pitch-black area stretched across the plain at the foot of the mountain, its boundaries so neat they seemed not to be naturally formed, but rather as if someone had spilled a bucket of ink on the earth.