Chapter 165: You can Copy It?

Chapter 165: You can Copy It?



"What do you mean by those words?" Vincent asked curiously. Does she meant that the dwarves could replicate their technology completely or is it a different thing?

"Because I now know the materials and the manufacturing processes involved," Velara replied confidently. Her gaze remained fixed on Vincent, her calm demeanor still radiating an air of authority, but now it carried a hint of something more-an unmistakable certainty. Vincent stared at her, his brow furrowing. "You mean to tell me you can build a pistol like the one I just showed you? With all its complex mechanics and materials?"

Velara's expression didn't waver. "Yes. I now understand the intricate workings of the firearm, and we have the machines capable of crafting such items in our forges. Perhaps not the same way humans do, but through our methods, we can create it."

Vincent crossed his arms, still doubtful. He'd heard many boasts in his time, but the idea that the dwarves, a people who had isolated themselves for centuries, could suddenly replicate advanced human technology was hard to believe. "Prove it," he said. "I want to see you make one of those pistols. If you can, I'll be convinced."

Velara smiled faintly, her pale features softening slightly. "Very well, Sir Vincent. Follow me."

She gestured for him to follow, and together they moved deeper into the dwarven kingdom, down winding stone corridors that led away from the grand halls and into the heart of the industrial quarter. The walls became more utilitarian, and the air grew warmer as they neared the forges. The distant sound of hammers and clanking machinery grew louder with every step.

As they reached the manufacturing area, Vincent was taken aback. The dwarven machines were unlike anything he had seen. Massive, rune-etched contraptions dominated the space, their intricate gears and levers powered by a combination of mechanical engineering and dwarven magic. Some machines operated with steam, hissing as they released pressure, while others seemed to be powered by glowing crystals embedded into their frames, humming with energy.

Velara led him to a large assembly station in the center of the workshop. It was flanked by several dwarven workers, all of whom stopped their tasks as their queen approached. She gestured toward a massive machine with multiple arms, each fitted with a different tool- molding, cutting, drilling, and assembling.

"This is our multi-functional forge. It is powered by elemental runes and fueled by materials we mine from deep within the mountains. It can reshape and combine metals with remarkable speed," Velara explained, running her hand over the smooth metallic surface of the machine.

"Here," she said. "Your pistol, but improved with our methods."

Vincent took the weapon, feeling its balance and weight-or rather, lack of excessive weight compared to its steel counterpart. It was lighter, sturdier in his grip, and had a faint shimmer from the Vorithium alloy. He examined the barrel, the trigger mechanism, and the craftsmanship of the internal components. Everything seemed seamless.

"This is remarkable," Vincent admitted, impressed. "It's not just a copy. You've refined it, made it... better."

Velara gave a modest nod, though the pride in her eyes was undeniable. "We dwarves do not merely imitate. We innovate. We are a race who pride themselves for being the most technologically advanced nation in the world."

"I can see that, which is why our partnership is beneficial. For that, I have another proposal." "Ohh...what is it?" Velara's eyes sparkled.

"The unique raw materials like this one, I want to know if there are others, and if there are, we are interested in it," Vincent said.

Velara was surprised from the bold proposal of Vincent but she composed herself promptly.

"I see where this is going. You want us dwarves to trade, something like that?"

"Something like that," Vincent confirmed.

Velara was silent for a moment and then nodded. "Let's discuss it in my office."