CLANG!
CLANG!
CLANG!
The water-powered hammer rose swiftly, then fell freely, striking with immense force!
Sparks flew as the hammer, weighing several hundred pounds, pounded the red-hot block of iron.
The workstations in the assembly line factory were spaced as far apart as possible. The roof was raised high to ensure ventilation, and several small channels of water flowed through to prevent fires, yet the temperature didn't drop in the slightest.
Leech took a tour of the factory. The blacksmith apprentices on each line were all busy with their tasks.
The concept of an assembly line had been introduced, but things weren't as simple as they seemed. Crafting armor still required experience. The scene the master blacksmiths had envisioned—supervising with their hands behind their backs while sipping tea—had not materialized. Instead, whenever they saw a substandard piece, they had no choice but to rush over and help fix it themselves.
