The castle is home to the dwarven patriarchs. To be precise, the ghost of the Dwarven Chief of the Earth is settled.
He sacrificed himself to defeat a Dwarven patriarch who saved me, and a Demon Magician, but he was lucky enough to be revived by a demon summoning ritual.
Although a man with a strange background, his skill as an administrative officer and his skill as an engineer were S rank.
He has become an indispensable figure in our Ashtaroth corps.
The old dwarven man set up a workshop in one corner of the castle, where he taught his disciples day and night.
He himself is already a hammer. But his insatiable passion for creation did not seem to have diminished, instead he sent his disciples every day to hammer.
Roasted balls In addition to developing new weapons, they are using gunpowder to develop "cannons" and "", etc., and slap them in the castle garden.
There are already artillery in this world, but they are not very popular in this area, and if they are deployed to troops, our army will take a step further.
I thought, but there is magic in this world, and the reserve is inevitably delayed.
Artillery isn't just about making, it requires artisans who are proficient in mathematics, and artillery training.
I couldn't wait until my army grew a little bigger, and if I stretched that way back in time, I was missed.
Talking to Dwarf Chief Godleab, he says he agrees.
"Growing artillery is expensive. You should give priority to normal armaments first."
"How much money is not enough"
"Yes, I wish this country was as rich as a trading city in the south."
"Speaking of which, the coffee that Eve just put in was also from the south. Is southern still rich in this world?"
"I can't say that."
GodLeave says. He points to a map of this world, the continent where we are. The explanation is given on the map attached to the wall.
"Do you know that our continent is in the shape of a cross?"
"I've heard it from Eve."
The land where we live is in the shape of a cross. It is a continent called Glorious. This continent is shaped like a cross. It's like a shuriken.
"This is the center of this continent, where we are. This is a crossroads of continents, and it's a mess of ethnicity. It's a trade fair for humans, demons, elves, dwarves, and races."
Godlieb says that it is also an area where prosperity is an endless prosperity.
Certainly, this area is connected to east, west, north and south, and can be attacked from anywhere.
Conversely, it can be attacked anywhere. Godlieve said, "I can think about it."
"Basically the center is so chaotic, the south has a warm climate and rich crops, and we are relatively rich because we can import spices and sugar from the southwestern island cities."
"The land itself is rich."
"That's right. The northern part is basically poor. However, the northern part is a source of minerals and the technology for processing it is well developed. There are many industrial cities."
"Hmmm, that area is the same as the world I was in and the other world."
In any given world, the sober southern region has good agricultural productivity, and the northern region has developed industry.
It is difficult for industries to develop in places where they can live if they eat the fruits around them even if they do not work as in the south, and in the cold northern part, they cannot live unless they develop their industries.
If you think so, the center where I was born may be a good idea.
The rich and hard-working people were worthy of governing. Godleave smiled, saying, "It looks like a demon king."
This is also glad when a dignified dwarf like a granite smiles.
"By the way, the Demon Palace will leave the castle again."
"Oh, a little extra to the Demon King's Savannak Castle. There was a merchant that seemed interesting."
"A rumored peddler. Perhaps the man came from the south. Rumors have told me recently that there is a merchant from another world in the south."
"Well, is that the man?"
"Well, I don't know, but it's worth seeing."
"Well, fortunately there is no hostile Demon King right now. It's just right to move around. Also, it will push you away to Godlieve, can you ask?"
When he asked, the old man thought that he would shake his head naturally, but he came to terms with the exchange.
I thought it was unusual, but I immediately acknowledge that the conditions given by the old man were trivial.
Godreeve's condition was that he would become spiritual and drink alcohol instead of himself who could not drink.
Sake is put in front of you. There was a spirit called "Fire Dragon Breath".
It is a famous sake with a frequency comparable to industrial alcohol, but I was not willing to turn down the old man's request.
As expected, dilute it with water and break it with ice.
When the old man drank the alcohol he once drank, his stomach became hot, and he could exhale as if he had become a fire dragon.