Runes had all kinds of uses!
For example, once a carriage was fitted with a stability rune, the ride would be less bumpy, and its service life would increase.
Lin Mo instinctively thought of rockets. If a rocket was fitted with a weight-reduction rune, could it carry more satellites using less fuel?
If a missile was fitted with an explosion rune, would its power increase severalfold?
Taking it a step further, what if an aircraft carrier was fitted with four rotor blades, like a giant drone?
With power supplied by the nuclear fusion technology they had just developed, and multiple weight-reduction runes fitted to it, would they have a flying aerospace carrier?
The more Lin Mo thought about it, the more excited he became.
Watching the wide-eyed expressions on Lin Mo and the other two, Thorin smugly stroked his thick beard.
He believed that both the equipment the Dwarves excelled at making and their unique rune technology were enough to drive these otherworlders wild.
Lin Mo calmed himself, his gaze passing over these valuable goods before settling on the last category on the list.
Alcohol: the Dwarf Clan's exclusive Strong Black Beer, Highland Ale, Honeyfire Mead...
The descriptions boasted that these drinks were full-bodied and uniquely flavored-the finest Dwarven brews.
Lin Mo raised his head and looked at Thorin with the hint of a smile.
Thorin looked somewhat puzzled.
"What? Is there something wrong with our goods?"
Suddenly, he could not help recalling how he had been brought to his knees a few days earlier by that liquor called "Erguotou."
And there was that chilled "Great Xia Beer," whose malty aroma and bubbles burst in his mouth.
Compared with those drinks, the fine brews he had so proudly listed seemed... rather unpresentable indeed.
Thorin visibly flushed, the redness spreading from