"A golem workshop? Ah, Medni told me that the internship unit he was assigned to after graduation was the golem workshop. He's reporting in today, as it happens."
Iron Hammer could not help revealing an expression that said, 'You know what I mean.'
"Aha, what a coincidence indeed."
"Ah, it seems my son still can't escape the fate of kissing your son's ass," the Old Dwarf sighed.
"Fuck, wasn't I the one wiping your old driver ass more often back when we were in the warband?"
Herbert froze for a moment, then could not resist blurting out a curse.
The two old comrades, who had known each other for decades, immediately looked at one another and burst into laughter.
"To Zelandia!"
"To the great Silver Dragon Lord!"
Zelandia Golem Workshop.
Anthony and Medni, whom Herbert and Iron Hammer regarded as Zelandia's future, were running themselves ragged in preparation for the lord's imminent inspection. These two "old friends," who had likewise known each other for decades, barely had any time to catch up.
With Braska, the workshop's manager, absent, Anthony had become the temporary person in charge of the golem workshop.
Unfortunately, nearly every Mage qualified to attend had gone to the most important meeting in decades, leaving behind only low-level Mages and magic apprentices. Could anyone expect those who had not passed the assessment and obtained a "golem license" to operate these golems?
Thus, Anthony could only join the handful of qualified Mages in running a test on every golem first, then arranging them one by one under control into ranks along both sides of the passageway.
This step was essential. If something went wrong during today's inspection, that joke would be far too big.
Fortunately, the meeting lasted far longer than they had expected. It had gone on for