At those words, Loki stiffly turned her head toward Haimo's faultless smile, the corner of her eye twitching hard twice.
It looked like she had thoroughly trapped herself this time.
"All right, stop looking like you're about to die."
"Go work that lever over there and keep the furnace hot."
With that said.
Haimo let go and walked straight to the workbench without looking back, taking the materials out of the sheet-metal box and sorting them by type.
Seeing this, Loki could only resign herself to her fate and walk over to the bellows, however unwilling she felt.
With that.
The bellows began working, and the furnace flames roared higher.
Hephaestus stepped to one side and picked up a heavy hammer.
"Deep-floor materials are extremely pure. You have to use the fiercest heat to soften them. Watch the temperature."
"OK."
With that.
The three figures began bustling about inside the sealed, sweltering Workshop.
Meanwhile.
The view shifted.
To the High-Class Residential District at the junction of North Street.
The first-floor hall of the [Haimo Familia] Mansion.
The broad Obsidian Round Table was a mess, piled with empty plates.
"Burp-"
Hestia lay sprawled on the Ironwood Vine sofa without a shred of dignity.
Her two signature black twintails hung listlessly over either side of the backrest.
Hestia reached out and rubbed her slightly swollen belly, which pushed her thin, snow-white nightdress into a distinct curve.
To vent her displeasure over Loki whisking Haimo away first thing in the morning.
She had forced down three times her usual breakfast today!
"I can't eat another bite... I really can't eat another bite now..."
Chapter 131: The second batch of members begins their Dungeon adventure.
In the hall.
Hestia lay sprawled on the broad Ironwood Vine sofa, her limbs splayed.
Her black