The Lord Has Returned!

When Enoch stepped into Blackpine Workshop again, his expression remained tense.

He had been here before. Precisely because he had, he understood its greatness all the better—and wanted another, closer look.

This Bishop, trained at the Holy City Industrial Academy, was accustomed to verifying reality firsthand.

Of course, he had not come solely to inspect the place. Several territories in the Graymist Defense Zone were rebuilding their Sacred Flame Towers while restoring their Steam Repeating Crossbows and gun emplacements.

His main purpose on this trip was to requisition parts and verify that the pace of industrial supply matched the overall progress of the defenses.

Any discrepancy would affect subsequent deployments.

He stopped outside the Workshop with two Church Recorders and a list of Sacred Flame Tower repairs needed across the Graymist Defense Zone.

His gaze fell on the wooden signs marking each section and on the passageways, then followed the entire transport route.

Carts moved along fixed routes like water channeled into ditches. Everyone had a place, carrying materials to the appropriate point.

One cart loaded with iron fittings had barely left before another carrying copper casings took its place.

As soon as the passage ahead cleared, the carts behind rolled forward. The rhythm never broke.

Then hurried footsteps sounded from within.

Thud, thud, thud.

Garrick nearly jogged out through the Workshop's inner door and stopped before Enoch.

A little short of breath, he quickly composed himself. His smile settled into place. He glanced first at the Recorder and the list, then turned his attention back to Enoch. "Bishop Enoch himself has come to visit. Blackpine is flattered. If you'd let me know in advance, I could've covered up the few places we haven't quite put in order."

Enoch did not answer. His gaze rested on Garrick's hands.

Garrick took