Chapter 65 - I Swear On My Career!
Chapter 65: I Swear On My Career!
This was the first time Alan saw someone write in a diary in this foreign world. He felt that it was rather novel.
Wayne and Bart’s faces showed their disbelief. They never thought that someone would write a diary in this day and age!?
Ai Xiaohei’s face was filled with contempt as she thought viciously in her heart how this guy was embarrassing the Abyss in the human world.
The pale face under the hood instantly turned even paler.
“I was careless, I was careless… I shouldn’t have written in my diary in front of so many people…”
Just as he was searching in his mind for excuses for keeping a diary, Wayne and Bart shifted their attention back to their argument. The two of them tacitly ignored Abraham’s strange behavior.
“You said that your forging skills are better than mine. I don’t believe it!”
“We dwarves can forge all kinds of weapons, and we can also make sophisticated gadgets. What about you? Can you do it? Don’t tell me that you can only forge, purely forging.”
Bart provoked Wayne with a hint of mockery.
“Hmph, traditional forging, no matter what kind of weapon, there’s nothing that I can’t forge!”
“Alright, since you say so. If you have the ability, then let’s have a competition.”
Bart used a more roundabout way and finally got to his main point.
Alan felt that he was missing something.
Then, Alan slapped his forehead and suddenly remembered that he still had the blueprints that he did not know what to do.
He slapped his forehead a little too hard. He felt his brain buzzing, and it successfully attracted everyone’s attention.
“Well, since you guys are going to compete, I have a good idea. But wait for me for a few minutes, I’ll go upstairs to get something.”
Seeing that there was no one downstairs and there was nothing to do, Alan crept out of the bar counter and went upstairs to get the blueprints.
The three blueprints that he obtained from Mission Four were suitable for use now. If they could create the magic-modified generator and electric light, that could be considered monumental inventions.
As Alan left, the atmosphere at the bar instantly fell silent, contrasting greatly to the lively scene of the surrounding customers.
“Hmph, no matter what the competition is, I will not lose. I will bet on the honor of the dwarves!”
Bart was very concerned about Wayne’s words because he could hear his elders and his father from Wayne’s words. The old, rotten, and lifeless forging concept was the reason why he left his clan.
He often felt that if he had brothers and sisters, he would not be the one in succession to be the next clan leader.
“Hmph, look at you, you’re just a little kid. I’ve eaten more salt than you’ve eaten wheat cakes.”
“Since I became an adult at the age of 48, I eat five kilograms of wheat cakes per meal and two meals a day. I’m 118 years old right now. How many kilograms of salt can you eat?”
Bart’s words made Wayne’s breath stop. He was just making an analogy. Was this dwarf unable to take a joke or did he not know what humor was??
The two guests from the Abyss were also stunned. After all, anyone who could eat so much in the Abyss was looked down upon by everyone.
In the Abyss, skinny was the standard of beauty, and such standard was passed down till this day. The main reason was that there was not a lot of food…
Now, this dwarf said that he would eat five kilograms of wheat cakes in one meal!?
Five kilograms of wheat cakes were enough for an ordinary family of three in the Abyss to eat for an entire day.
“I brought it. Mister, Bart, let me… decide the criteria for your competition.”
Alan came down and saw that other than Bart, who was drinking alone, the others were stunned in place.
Alan could see the smug look on Bart’s face. However, it was a little strange. What happened just now that caused this type of silence?
“Come and take a look. I’ve arranged a competition for you.”
Alan passed the blueprints to the two of them as he explained.
“There are three blueprints here. These are all new things that no one has created before. Don’t you two want to compete? Then let’s see who can create the things on the blueprints in the shortest amount of time!”
Bart took out a blueprint and carefully studied it.
The moment he flipped open the blueprint, he was shocked by the equipment drawn on there. He picked up the generator blueprint.
The machine on the blueprint was an exquisite instrument that he had never seen before. Just looking at the blueprint, many things were worth studying.
Mister Wayne picked up the Mahjong blueprint. The Mahjong table, Mahjong, and detailed explanation of how to play Mahjong were drawn on it.
When this Mahjong thing appeared, it would definitely become a popular pastime activity for the entire continent, he thought to himself.
For Bart, forging also required innovation. It was a good thing to inherit the forging methods of his ancestors, but his race needed to progress. To do so, they must constantly subvert old ideas and create new ones!
“Alan, are you giving this blueprint to me to make?”
Bart looked at Alan in disbelief and asked.
“Of course, the blueprints would be most valuable in the hands of the people who are most suitable for it.”
Alan answered affirmatively. He was thinking about who he would give his blueprints to, but Bart’s appearance made him realize another possibility.
There was no doubt that dwarves had manufacturing talent. As long as the blueprint he gave was detailed enough and he gave him enough time, he believed that Bart could make it.
“Mister Wayne, what do you think about this competition?”
Alan looked at Wayne, who was obsessed with studying the rules of Mahjong, and asked.
“I’m fine with anything. Bart, how do you want to compete?”
His gaze fell on Bart again.
He looked at Alan as if he had made an important decision and said.
“There’s no need to compete. These blueprints detail very exquisite instruments. Any one of these instruments would make a bang throughout the entire continent!”
Bart said as he turned his gaze towards Wayne.
Wayne’s eyes were filled with surprise as he casually picked up the remaining electric lamp blueprint on the bar counter.
“Alan, I’ve said it before. You’re a person with a mind wider than the sea. You gave me the blueprint so I won’t use it to compete. I’ll do my best to create the machine on it.”
“I, Bart, swear on the reputation of the dwarves and the rest of my career that I will perfectly create the machine detailed on this blueprint that Alan gave me. I won’t let down my best friend and his expectations of me.”
After Bart made his solemn oath, Alan felt an inexplicable connection between himself and Bart.
Wayne saw Bart make a magic-bound oath and had a better impression of this young dwarf leader.
“Little Alan, you are surprising. Such exquisite blueprints and the wild ideas in your head. It’s hard to imagine that you are just a child who just came of age.”
Wayne finished the whiskey in his glass in one gulp and couldn’t help but sigh.
Ai Xiaohei was anxiously hopping on the side, but the two people holding the blueprints were afraid that she would recklessly damage the blueprints, so they didn’t let her see it.
Abraham remained quiet ever since he finished writing in his diary. If it weren’t for the fact that his hood was so eye-catching, everyone would have ignored this person long ago.
After Alan resolved the conflict between the two of them with the three blueprints, he sighed. The people in this foreign world were very simple. They were loyal to him just because he gave them two blueprints. If this was his original world, that would be impossible…
Bart took the blueprints for the generator and the light bulb. He could vaguely see the future on the two blueprints.
Mister Wayne, on the other hand, took the Mahjong blueprints back to the blacksmith shop as if he found a treasure.
The two of them left before they even finished their drinks. For Alan, this matter had temporarily come to an end. All he could do was wait.