Wang Qiuer sat with one leg crossed over the other, happily sipping a cup of cola.
On her computer screen, the "Panic-Style Fully Automatic Iron Farm" was operating at an incredibly efficient pace.
As Iron Golems fell into the lava with screams, the number of iron ingots in the chest rapidly climbed.
"How invincible, how very lonely..."
Wang Qiuer even began humming an off-key song in the voice channel.
Who would have thought that not long ago, she had been worrying about how to solo an Iron Golem? Yet now, she was the undisputed "Steel Tycoon" of the entire server.
"Ahem."
Two somewhat forced coughs came through her headphones.
Wang Qiuer spun her gaming chair and saw the Ice Empress and Snow Empress standing behind her.
The two rulers of the Far North were looking at the inhumane machine on her screen and the mountain-like pile of iron ingots in the chest with complicated expressions.
"Well, if it isn't the Ice Empress and Snow Empress?"
Wang Qiuer immediately slipped into character. She lazily leaned back in her chair and raised one of her lovely brows. "What's wrong? Did Creepers blow up your snow house again? Need this young lady to sponsor you with some iron armor for protection?"
"Who wants your lousy iron armor?!" The Ice Empress sprang up like a cat whose tail had been stepped on. But when she remembered why she had come, she forcibly swallowed the rest of her insult.
She took a breath and said stiffly, "We... need thirty-one iron ingots. Name your price."
"Thirty-one? Making an anvil to enchant your tools?"
Wang Qiuer was indeed an expert player who had spent half a day learning machine mechanics from Lu Yuan. She saw through their purpose at once. "Looks like you got your hands on