"Hmm, a dwarven blacksmith?" Nalant's heart skipped a beat. This might be the system mission's reward. He had not expected it to arrive so quickly.
Yet his expression remained unchanged as he said, "Sir Roel, now that the pigmen have been wiped out, there's no need to dwell on it. Just be more careful in the future!"
As he spoke, Nalant swept his gaze around. Although Roel's convoy had suffered casualties, they were not severe—only a dozen or so had been killed or injured, and more than twenty knights remained.
"Mm, you're right, Sir Nalant. We really were fortunate this time! Besides, Furnace Fortress is only three days away. We ran into a little trouble, but being able to make the trip to Furnace Fortress in person is absolutely worth it!" Roel nodded in agreement.
"Furnace Fortress?" Nalant's heart stirred again. A dwarven settlement with such a name was clearly no simple place, and Roel seemed to hold it in high regard. Nalant immediately began considering how he might follow Roel there without making it seem deliberate.
Whether it was to see the legendary dwarves for himself or to seek a chance to improve his subordinates' equipment, both were things he greatly desired now.
"Young Master Roel, this is this lord's longsword!" At that moment, a York Knight approached the two of them, interrupting their conversation. He respectfully held out a longsword in both hands.
Of course, the respect on the York Knight's face could not conceal the faintly strange look in his eyes.
It was not his fault. When the York Knights had cleared the battlefield and pulled the sword from the pigman leader's body, the wound had been too ghastly to behold.
If they had been the ones attacked, they would rather be hacked to death by a