Duolin had never seen a movie and was unaware of the existence of fake sets.
But Ed had not only seen many movies, but also a lot of behind-the-scenes footage.
In an era when special effects technology wasn't as realistic, many films and television shows opted for practical effects to achieve a high-quality feel.
However, live-action shooting does not mean complete authenticity; it only requires that the part presented in the shot is real.
Therefore, the city wall that Ed mentioned did not need to be built to be magnificent. It was enough to leave a city gate on the only way to pass through, and then let the two sides disappear into the boundless forest.
Whether the city wall actually existed or not was irrelevant; what mattered was making the soldiers who came to reinforce think that it did.
And this plan naturally fell to Ed's most trusted subordinate, Duolin, adding the title of trainee director to his existing titles of captain of the guard, president of the Adventurers' Guild, amateur playwright, and new recruit instructor.
At Ed's instruction, Duolin and Aoda began racking their brains to recall the wall-building methods and styles they had learned at the Garrison Academy, constantly sketching on scrap paper, just waiting to finalize the design before asking Ed to allocate resources.
Several kilometers away, in Dragonborn Village, a blacksmith, who had been working in obscurity, reached another peak in his career as he entered middle age.
With [ Dark Archmage ] sharing the crafting method for the blowgun on the forum, more and more players have come to understand the practicality of this simple weapon in the World of Disorder.
They flocked to Dragonborn Village, and lured by money, blacksmith Cole dismantled his clothes rack, which he had used for decades, to barely meet the needs of the first wave of Soul Returner.
But orders kept coming in. The blacksmith, who had been skeptical of the Dark Archmage's words, opened his furnace again after finishing his current orders and began to forge the iron pipes he had been good at in his youth.
His family members naturally became his assistants; his son diligently learned this potentially lucrative skill, while his wife helped him record orders.
For every iron pipe Cole sells, he earns five silver coins. After deducting material costs and losses, he can make about four silver coins.
This didn't make the players feel too cheated, after all, the blacksmith made a living by his craft.
In the coming period, this skill will bring the Cole family a very considerable income.
A single blacksmith shop could not possibly consume such a huge market. Since it was profitable, after finding out the situation, some blacksmiths who originally did not think hollow iron pipes were of any use also hung up similar signs.
After all, as long as they can make money, they don't really care what kind of tools they make.
On this day, [ the Good Times Don't Last ], he finally managed to get the iron pipe he had reserved by going through the VIP channel, thanks to his fairly good relationship with a few blacksmiths in Dragonborn Village.
This iron pipe came from another blacksmith in Dragonborn Village. [ Good Times Don't Last ] and [ Shit Appraisal Master ] had previously purchased goods from him many times. Because the ironware in Dragonborn Village is all handmade, the reputation of each person is slightly different.
After confirming that the spearheads made by this blacksmith were better shaped and more durable than those made by other blacksmiths, Great Prospects General Store and this blacksmith shop have placed several orders.
With trust established, this Good Times Don't Last private collaboration went very smoothly. He weighed the iron pipe in his hand, then, following the method in the Dark Archmage's tutorial, Alienation a cone-shaped blowgun into the pipe and placed it inside. He tested it at distances of ten, twenty, and thirty steps, and the accuracy of the blowgun was very satisfactory.
"How was it? My cooking skills are pretty good, right?"
The blacksmith shop owner looked at the returning Soul Returner with some pride and said smugly:
"This isn't something only that old codger Cole can make. I didn't make it before because nobody needed it."
[ The Good Times Don't Last. ] He inserted the iron pipe into his belt behind his waist, looked at the blacksmith, and asked:
Don't you guys usually need these kinds of things?
The Dragonborn blacksmith proudly displayed his arm muscles:
"Of course, true Dragonborn use solid ones; hollow ones break too easily."
[ The Good Times Don't Last ] Looking at his bulging muscles, she couldn't help but secretly marvel, then, thinking about their previous deal, a brilliant idea suddenly popped into her head:
"If you were to produce these iron pipes at full capacity, approximately how many could you manufacture per day?"
The blacksmith thought for a moment and said:
"Like this, three a day."
[ The Good Times Don't Last ] He stroked the iron pipe in his hand and asked again:
"What if we shortened it a bit and made it more detailed?"
How short and thin?
"As long as an outstretched arm, as thick as a little finger."
"Then I need to first build a solid iron pillar that's roughly the same size, and then wrap it with a layer of... you wouldn't understand even if I explained it, but I estimate about five a day."
"What if I don't need a seamless finish? Wouldn't simply covering it with sheet metal be faster?"
"That makes sense, but that would cause air to leak out."
"I can repair it with some plant tissue, you don't need to worry about that."
"That eliminates the need for heating it until it's red-hot; you just need to keep pounding it to make it. I can make ten of these a day!"
"Very good!"
[ The Good Times Don't Last. ] He slammed his palms together in front of his chest and looked at his business partner:
"I'm ordering one hundred of those iron pipes. We'll take care of the airtightness issue. If you agree, I'll pick them up in eleven days."
The blacksmith was naturally overjoyed to have business coming to him.
"Okay, how much will it cost?"
What do you think?
The blacksmith pondered for a moment. If he followed the requirements of the Soul Returner before him, the difficulty of his crafting would be significantly reduced.
In addition, there happens to be a blacksmith nearby who is skilled at making things like sheet metal. If we outsource this part...
He smiled and looked at [ the Good Times Don't Last ]:
"I can offer you two silver coins per stick, but you'll have to pay half as a deposit first."
One stick costs two silver coins, one hundred sticks would cost two hundred silver coins. [ The Good Times Don't Last ] He didn't have any money on him, but based on the previous trust, he had unlocked the second way to trade goods in Dragonborn Village—
"I didn't bring that much cash with me today. Do you have paper and a pen? We need to sign the receipt, and don't forget our exclusive 20% discount."
"No problem."
With Seraphina as their backer, the Dragonborn naturally had no worries about anyone breaking the contract, and both parties quickly and happily signed their names on a transaction document.
Although the format and terms of this transaction document may seem riddled with errors from the perspective of another world, in the World of Disorder, as long as Seraphina nods in approval, this piece of paper can instantly Incarnation a wanted poster if one party violates the agreement.