After setting the form of the assessment and the punishment for failure, the guild hall became quiet again.
"Snorri Thorson!" Master Krag's voice brought Snorri, who was browsing the system out of boredom, back to reality.
"Do you have any requirements for the venue to participate in the assessment?"
"The space is sealed and no prying eyes are allowed!" Snorri gave the standard answer based on the memory in his mind.
The rune blacksmith industry and even the entire dwarven society attaches great importance to intellectual property rights. Snooping on other people's work without permission will be severely punished by guilds and clans. This tradition creates convenience for Snorri to cheat.
"Due to the sudden incident, you don't have time to prepare materials. The seal cutting materials this time are provided by the guild! The workshop you are assigned has a secret door that can directly lead to the guild's storage. You can use all kinds of raw materials as needed. ,
If what you need is not available in the warehouse, then go to the hall of the ancestors and gods and ask them for it! "Master Kragg handed a bunch of keys to Snorri angrily,
"Insert them one by one in order! If you are so stupid that you can't even open the door, then go find a job with the greenskins! Ask them if they need a war pig of your size..."
Ignoring Master Kragg's daily venomous remarks, Snorri took the key and put it in his arms. He found that each key was engraved with three runes, and there was a vague connection between these runes. This bunch of keys is actually a set of quite extraordinary treasures!
Since Snorri has a family and a family, he can outrun the dwarves but not his ancestors, so the masters are not worried that his revenge on the guild will directly destroy the treasured raw materials.
"Well, the venue and materials have been arranged. The next step is to determine the assessment time. Snorri, how long do you think it will take you to forge the runes? Don't make us wait too long!"
Hearing these words, Snorri had this scene uncontrollably popping up in his mind:
Master Kragg told Snorri that he only had seven days to carve the runes. Hearing this, Snorri smiled crookedly and shouted: "Seven days are too long, seize the day!" Then he activated the system and pulled out the words out of thin air in front of everyone. A master rune,
Upon seeing this, Master Kragg said that although he could not understand it, he was greatly shocked. He immediately suffered a cardiac arrest and returned to the embrace of his ancestors. Snorri took advantage of the situation and inherited his wealth and legendary equipment as his disciple. From then on, he smashed the Eternal Chosen with a hammer, hacked the Council of Thirteen with an ax, and reached the peak of the dwarf.
Just as Snorri's fantasy was progressing to the point where he would go north to fight through the Chaos Wasteland and then return to Kislev to have a cordial exchange of experience in governing the country with the Czarina and a dozen Frost Maidens, Master Kragg's voice rang out at an inappropriate time:
"Why are you giggling! Have you thought about it? Is seven days enough for you?" Hearing this, Snorri returned to his senses and quickly licked the saliva from the corner of his mouth.
Considering that his system is not a version of some past lives where he earned points by pretending to be slapping people in the face, the possibility of Master Kragg dying on the spot is far smaller than the possibility of being hacked to death by being regarded as the Chosen God of Tzeentch. Did Nori lose the very attractive idea in his mind?
"Seven days? It's more than enough. I want three days!" Through the knowledge in his memory, Snorri learned that he has rich experience in forging a master-level rune. If there are no mistakes, it will be three days. The seven days that Master Kragg said should be It still left him a chance to start over again if he failed.
Under normal circumstances, Snorri's suicidal decision would cause a lot of heated discussions, but today the dwarves in the audience have been numbed by the breaking news one after another, and they don't know about the master-level seal carving runes. How long would it take, so he just nodded blankly.
Seeing Snorri's confident expression, Master Kragg couldn't tell for a moment whether he was confident and confident, or whether he had given up on treatment and just wanted to struggle and accept failure.
Master Molten and Master Iron Chisel were shocked again. Master Molten still couldn't figure out what kind of medicine the master and apprentice were selling in the gourd, whether they really had a conflict or were working together to stage a big show to bait him.
The Iron Chisel Master felt sorry for Snorri's young and frivolous behavior and his contempt for the assessment. He didn't know that Snorri only needed to "ding" to complete the assessment. It took three days just to complete the assessment without violating the common sense of the tribe. Just wasting some precious time.
"Well, let's meet here again in three days and wait for the results to be announced!" Looking at the back of Snorris walking into the rune workshop, Master Kragg suddenly felt a little excited.
After a long time, his nose felt sore, maybe he was really old! His thoughts drifted back to more than a thousand years ago. It was also in this hall that he learned, grew, and experienced joy, anger, sorrow, and joy. At that time, he was surrounded by teachers and friends. Now he is left alone, and the passage of time The growth of his strength and power has made him more and more stubborn. Is this a wake-up call for a golden age that cannot be reproduced? He didn't know the answer either.
The other dwarves in the hall did not understand what Master Kragg was thinking. They left the hall in groups noisily, but the destination for most of them was not the warm beds in their own rooms but the taverns all over the city. .
For dwarves who like to drink and brag, what they saw and heard tonight is a great source of conversation! If they couldn't convey this shocking news to their drinking buddies in a succinct manner, if they couldn't see their stunned embarrassment, choking on their beer and coughing again and again, these dwarves wouldn't be able to sleep!
Reaching out and closing the stone door of the workshop, which was engraved with runes for protection and preventing prying eyes, Snorri no longer cared about how much the sales of the Karaz-a-Karak tavern could increase today, and he no longer thought about it. How many female compatriots are tossing and turning because their husbands stayed away all night?
Snorri looked at the arrangement in the room and nodded. This is a standard dwarf workshop, consisting of two rooms, one large and one small. There is a workbench in the center of the large room, with heating pipes connected underneath. Candles for lighting are hung on the top and four corners of the room. The walls All kinds of commonly used tools are hung in an orderly manner.
There is a keyhole in the wall opposite the door, and presumably opening it will reveal a secret door leading to the storage room.
In the small room, there are simple beds and sanitary facilities for users to rest. On the bed are three pieces of stone bread (the staple food of dwarves, which is made by mixing wheat flour and stone powder in a certain proportion. It has a strong feeling of satiety but Not acceptable to other races), bags of dried meat and water, and a vat of dwarf beer.
For many dwarves, beer is their lifeblood and source of inspiration, although Snorri himself is not interested in it.
After simply tidying up the room and making sure no one was prying, Snorri lay directly on the bed. Considering that several masters could judge the time when the rune was produced through the seal carving marks, he was in no rush to make the rune. Seeing that becoming a rune master was a certainty, he decided to use these three days to make some plans for the future.
