Now all of Nanbula knew that an equipment shop had opened.
Calling it an equipment shop was not quite accurate. It was more like a weapons workshop. The three people doing the forging inside were Yordles, a race that generally lived in low-lying basins and excelled at digging tunnels, mining, and forging.
Honestly, they were no different from humans in height. But during a war years ago, humans had suffered quite badly at their hands, so they were often vilified as monsters barely a meter tall, sporting huge beards regardless of age and obsessed with alcohol.
However, Li knew such monsters did exist—in the Southern Continent.
When he first heard the descriptions while purchasing these three Yordle slaves, he had nearly assumed they were dwarves. Yet when he met them, he discovered that they were creatures with virtually no physical difference from humans.
They were just a bit stronger.
And they possessed inherited racial forging techniques.
That was right, Li had opened this weapons workshop. He had borrowed all the money from that unlucky principal. After all, the August Li was currently using was no longer the same as before.
In fact, because Li's understanding of magic had reached a relatively advanced level, he could already wield the power of a level-ten mage while using August's body.
And among the lower-ranking nobility, a level-ten mage was already someone well worth recruiting.
After all, a level-ten mage could cast two fifth-level spells, or four fourth-level spells.
And they were area-of-effect spells.
On the battlefield, they could easily wipe out three to five cavalry squads. In localized wars, that was enough to influence the entire battle.
With such strength and status, Li quickly borrowed a sum of money and partnered with Akil and several of his good-for-nothing friends to establish this weapons