My Dungeon Life: Rise of the Slave Harem-Chapter 1775

“We’ve arrived.” Pait stated out loud.

We had actually been approaching this building for a while. It was pretty noticeable outside of the city, as it was the only building that had such a size. It was nearly the size of a palace, although the walls weren’t ornate and the whole place seemed built to maximize space. A man was outside waiting for us as we pulled up to the building.

“You must be the foreign lord I was told about.” The man declared.

He seemed slightly annoyed, but he did wave us out of the carriage. We were quickly brought into the factory. He brought us past a security checkpoint and then up into what appeared to be a large workshop with various long tables. There were various tools and parts all around. Some were recognizable as legs or arms. They all seemed to sit around the level of the golem that had driven us to this place. I looked around for something that seemed closer to Terra’s class, but there was nothing in this room. Maybe they had a more secure area for that stuff, and this was just the basic workshop.

“Well, I’ve brought you in. That was all I promised that woman.” He turned and walked away.

The group of us all looked at each other. We were expecting more, but was this all they were offering? Sapphire didn’t seem to notice though, running forward and lifting up one of the tools excitedly. Her eyes were bright like a child in a candy store. Her youthful appearance only seemed to increase that appearance.

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“This is a diamond cutter. That’s really top quality.” Sapphire declared. “Ah, but how did you make the diamond cutter?”

“H-hey! Don’t touch that!”

The man noticed Sapphire tinkering with various items. She put the diamond cutter down and then walked over to something else.

“Is this a rock vaporizer? We had considered creating such a tool, but the vaporized metal was too abrasive and always broke from the chambers.”

“Y-you…” He had run back over to where she was, but stopped as she got close. “You’re a dwarf, aren’t you?”

“Ahem… Esmore is a nation filled with dwarves.” The smooth-voiced esmere cut in.

“Dwarves are okay, but you’re a deep dwarf, aren’t you?”

“You know of my kind?” Sapphire asked in surprise.

“Yes! A few deep dwarves managed to make it to Jespain. They were prized citizens. Are there others like yourself?”

“A few of my people made it here…” Sapphire’s expression turned introspective.

“There are!” I cut in. “The last living colony of deep dwarves lives in Chalm.”

The man who was originally dismissive started to look at us with a bit more attention. “The deep dwarves were known for their metal working. Many for the techniques our workshops use were passed on from the deep dwarves who made our country their home.”

“So, a lot of our techniques come from the deep dwarves? They didn’t have any talent in automatons though.” Sapphire said.

“No, the automaton information came from another source.” He responded thoughtfully. “Why have you guys come to my workshop?”

I let out a little breath. I had his interest. Now, I just needed to keep it. I lifted my hand, and Terra appeared suddenly in the middle of the workshop, towering over everyone and making quite the scene. The man took a step back and gasped.

“So, I’m looking for some help.” I declared.