Lynn explained calmly, "Fifty tons...which is one hundred thousand pounds."
Upon hearing this, Flint couldn't help but repeat Lynn's words.
"One hundred thousand pounds?"
Listening to Flint's words, Lynn didn't respond but instead became intrigued and asked Flint.
"Doesn't the Dwarf Race to which Lord Flint belongs have a steel melting furnace like this?"
Without much thought, Flint instinctively replied.
"In the City of Forging in the Dwarf Kingdom—Dragon's Breath Foundry City, there is indeed a much larger steel furnace."
"It can even smelt more solid ores infused with magic power."
"But it is controlled by the Dwarf King, and the Dwarf Race I belong to doesn't have the qualification..."
Flint seemed to have thought of something, his words instantly stopped, and he turned to glance at Lynn.
Lynn raised an eyebrow and asked.
"How is the Dwarf Race that Flint belongs to?"
Flint's thick eyebrows twitched, and he stepped out of the Blacksmith Workshop.
