Moga City

Abel's body already contained the Grandmaster Alchemy Runes. As long as he learned how to work with metals, he could directly refine materials that only an Alchemy Master could produce.

The Sky Ship was the dream of the entire Dwarf race. Its significance was not limited to the Holy Continent; it would be equally necessary in more distant places. Yet despite spending countless efforts over the years, the Dwarf race had never managed to cultivate an Alchemy Master.

Every Alchemy Master who had appeared on the Holy Continent had also been a Potion Master. Those Potion Masters had devoted all their energy throughout their lives to refining potions. They simply would not, and could not, redirect their efforts toward metalworking.

Thus, for countless years, the Dwarf race's dream of flying had remained only a dream. Now, their friend Abel had become an Alchemy Master. Although he was a Potion Master, as long as he was willing to spend some effort, he could absolutely become a master of metalworking.

This was an opportunity—a chance for the Dwarf race, an opportunity they had awaited for countless years.

Bernie's request plunged Abel into deep thought. The friendship of the Dwarf race was extremely important to him, the Hari Family, and the Duchy of Camai.

When Abel had encountered danger, the Dwarf race had sent a High-Level Wizard to help him. Moreover, whether it was the War Fortress, Small War Puppets, or Repeating Strong City Ballistas, they had all been provided by the Dwarf race. Although those had been transactions, he had still gained a tremendous advantage from them.

The Dwarf race had helped him far too much—so much that he could not bring himself to refuse Bernie now.

"Bernie, I agree. However, I can only help you as Bennett!" Abel nodded and said.