It was hard to say if it was because Falan's body was made of stone, or because his soul was that of a Level 10 Great Mage—or perhaps a combination of both.
Falan worked day and night on the blueprints, making progress at an incredible pace.
It had taken Falan only two days to design the previous, complex Magic Array, and he was even faster with this simplified version.
The request was made in the morning, and by evening, Falan had already arrived at Robson's tent.
At that moment, Robson was discussing the matter of the Book Rulers with Gerard.
With over six thousand men under his command, it was only natural that Robson had a wealth of talent.
A recent survey had identified a few craftsmen among them.
Of course, there weren't many; craftsmen were skilled labor, after all, and rarely ended up on a battlefield. But it was enough. It wasn't that Robson had no craftsmen of his own—they were just still on the way.
