Lyle's gaze swept over the sentence in the skill description: 'An accidental product formed after the reinforcement of "Rune Technology" and "Deteriorated Flesh Armor".'
He was clear that for a situation like his, there was almost no possibility of replication.
Unless one followed his exact path from start to finish, which was something neither the people of this other world nor the Bone King and his cohorts could achieve.
Because the "Rune Technology" of this other world and the "Magic Enchantment Technology" of the game were in conflict!
However, this "Blessing of Abundance" method of rune enchantment still allowed Lyle to see the possibility that Rune Technology was not at all inferior to the magic enchantment technology in the "YGGDRASIL" game.
With a wave of his arm.
He put the Solar Anglerfish beneath his feet back into his Item Box.
"Flight!"
Lyle's figure flew out from the sea of lava, landed on the ground, and walked towards the outskirts of the Lava Zone.
With a thought in his mind,
the crimson full-body armor covering him turned into blood-colored mist and merged back into Lyle's body; he then took out a brand-new set of clothes from his Item Box and put them on.
Arriving at the outer area.
Seeing the exhausted Rune Smiths lying on the ground, Lyle did not disturb them; instead, he found a spot to sit, took out some food and water, and ate quietly.
Until evening approached.
The group of Rune Smiths finally finished resting and cautiously gathered together, looking at Lyle, who was leisurely roasting meat that sizzled with fat not far away.
None of them dared to step forward, though many of the Rune Smiths swallowed their saliva as they smelled the aroma in the air.
The excitement of inscribing high-level Runic script had faded, and now all the dwarves looked at Lyle with eyes full of fear.
Not to mention anything else!
Under the high heat continuously released by the hot Ore, the human before them was completely unharmed—this was somewhat beyond the comprehension of all the Rune Smiths.
"My Lord Human, we do not know what you need us to do next?" The highest-ranking Rune Smith walked out from the crowd and spoke directly.
Facing this question.
Lyle looked at the group of Rune Smiths with some surprise. He took a bite of the roasted meat first, then said unhurriedly: "I thought you would ask me to send you back."
"We did have that thought, but we figured it probably wouldn't be possible."
"Since you brought us here, My Lord, you probably never intended to let us go back from the very beginning."
The highest-ranking Rune Smith scratched his thick beard and spoke nonchalantly:
"Our group of Rune Smiths has never been highly valued within our clan. Now that we are here, we have plenty of fine wine to drink and can study Runic script."
"This old man thinks this is not bad at all, hehehe."
The Rune Smith laughed heartily, but then his tone shifted: "It doesn't matter for an old man like me as I have no family, but the younger ones behind me, they still have families."
Lyle nodded calmly.
He knew that this Rune Smith was negotiating with him; knowing that they could not be returned by Lyle, he wanted Lyle to bring their families over as well.
"That is merely a small matter for me." A smile appeared on Lyle's face as he spoke softly.
Upon hearing this.
The group of dwarves all looked relieved.
Clearly, this wasn't just about worry for their families; they were likely also worried about whether they would be killed after completing the replication of the technology.
"For this period, everyone shall reside here. Once your families have been transferred over and the facilities for you to study Rune Technology are prepared, I will transfer everyone over together."
Lyle spoke again, which effectively put the minds of the Rune Smiths completely at ease.
As for how to settle these Rune Smiths, it wasn't a big problem; even with their families, it wouldn't exceed 100 people.
For Lyle, finding a place to settle this number of people was not difficult; the key was to allow this group of Rune Smiths to study Rune Technology to their heart's content.
This would require substantial financial support.
"It looks like I will need to fully take over 'Eight Fingers'; there might be even more demand for money and manpower in the Late Stage."
This thought flashed through Lyle's mind.
He didn't lack small amounts of money, but when it came to matters at the national level, it was somewhat difficult for Lyle, who currently had no power base, to get started.
Although he had laid the groundwork with both Leinas and Imina, without his instructions, neither of them would take any major actions.
There seemed to be many things to do next, but they could be summarized into two points: First: Laying out plans at the national level. Second: Acquiring new classes.
Mid-Earth Month. November 29th.
On a snow-white dirt road, the plants on both sides were already bare, their branches and leaves trembling in the cold wind.
A heavy snow had fallen last night, and it wasn't until early morning that the snowflakes gradually stopped falling.
Creak—the sound of several footsteps on the snow came from the distance of the path, and three figures gradually appeared.
A robust Ghost Hound, over one person tall, walked at the very front, followed by two figures behind it.
One was a young man wearing a white, holy priest's robe, and the other was a girl with emerald green hair wrapped in a short magic robe, wearing brown high boots.
The three figures moved forward along this path; the air was somewhat icy, and the cold wind that blew from time to time made the already desolate and uninhabited area even colder.
These three figures were none other than Lyle, the Ghost Hound, and the Emerald Leaf Witch, who had transformed into the appearance of a young girl, while the other one, the White Mist Witch, was hidden within the Emerald Leaf Witch's body.
The massive Ghost Hound walked in the lead, carving a path through the snow for Lyle to walk more easily.
Of course! This level of snow had no effect on Lyle to begin with.
"My Lord, why must we travel on foot in this manner?" The Emerald Leaf Witch fell a step behind, looking at Lyle, who was walking steadily on the snow ahead, and spoke respectfully in a delicate tone.
She remembered that her Lord clearly possessed Flight magic, so why would he choose to walk?
"Do you know why I had you specifically study how humans live?" Lyle said indifferently without turning his head.
"So that we can more easily disguise ourselves as humans." The Emerald Leaf Witch said somewhat uncertainly.
"That is both correct and incorrect. In reality, I hope you can understand how ordinary humans think."
Lyle's voice remained flat: "Only by doing so can you avoid some unnecessary trouble."
The Emerald Leaf Witch nodded, seemingly understanding yet still confused.
"My Lord, where are we going?" A somewhat low and hoarse voice came from the Emerald Leaf Witch's chest; it was the voice of the White Mist Witch.
"A small human village."
Continuing along the path, a small village began to appear in the line of sight of Lyle's party. Carne Village!
"This is already the third time I've come here." Lyle saw the village not far away and chuckled to himself.
It was indeed a strange feeling. Each of the three times he had come to Carne Village, Lyle's situation and strength had been different.
Compared to the first time, both his strength and his inner thoughts had undergone earth-shattering changes.
"In terms of physical appearance, you have changed the most." Lyle walked up, patted the Ghost Hound, and smiled.
The Ghost Hound used to be only the size of a puppy, but now it was over one person tall.
"Awoo~" The Ghost Hound lowered its head, wagged its tail, and rubbed against Lyle's shoulder.
The Ghost Hound's somewhat intimidating size had long since attracted the attention of the two villagers guarding the gate fence; if it weren't for Lyle and the Emerald Leaf Witch being there, the two villagers would have thought it was a monster that had run out of the forest.
"Long time no see, you two. How is the village chief?" Lyle greeted the two villagers from afar, asking with a smile on his face.
The sound of the greeting made the two villagers shift their gaze away from the Ghost Hound and onto Lyle.
That conspicuous black hair made both of them freeze for a moment, but they quickly remembered Lyle. Although several months had passed, for Carne Village, located on the border where outsiders rarely appeared, Lyle, this adventurer, was still a topic of discussion for many.
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