It was getting slightly brighter the next day, and the travelers got up early. After cooking some simple food, washing up a little, eating and drinking, we continued our journey.
The situation on this day was no different from the previous one. They walked smoothly along the way. In addition to learning some common sense, Reif and the others also learned some words.
The same is true on the third day, and the same is true on the fourth and fifth days.
On the evening of the fifth day, they arrived at the gold rush town.
There is a gold vein near this town, which is where the name "Gold Rush Town" comes from. Many pioneers came from far away, hoping to find gold here and become rich overnight. But in fact, the texture of that gold vein is very poor and it does not produce much gold at all - it is said that it is due to erosion by negative energy. The three gemstone veins near Pyroxene Town also have poor quality for this reason.
The real pillar industries of Gold Rush Town are copper and iron ore. Therefore, this town is often called "Ore Town" because ordinary ore is its foundation.
Unlike gold and gemstones, copper ore and iron ore are not afraid of negative energy erosion. In fact, these two mineral veins can effectively resist negative energy. Therefore, the houses in Ore Town—oh, Gold Rush Town—often use ores as foundations. There are also large areas of open space outside the town where ores are used to lay foundations for business travelers to rest.
The leaders of the gold rush town are relatively knowledgeable. They take advantage of the local area to purchase large quantities of low- and medium-grade ores, and then use them to pave the ground, with the town as the center, and spread out bit by bit around the town.
This is a huge project that has been implemented for more than twenty years. Currently, the ground around the gold rush town for about two to three miles is buried with ore. Although this leaves no grass growing around the town, it also allows Gold Rush Town to not have to worry about the tide of skeletons on the first night - the distance of two or three miles is enough to completely cut off the skeletons' ability to sense living things. What's more, even if they want to attack the gold rush town, walking on the ground without negative energy support will soon become very weak. When they come outside the town, even a child can kick them apart. .
Among the four northwest towns, Gold Rush Town is considered quite safe. Therefore, the population here is quite large, and overall it is a little more prosperous. It can be roughly regarded as the hub of the northwest region. It is connected to Rye Town to the south and Void Mask Amusement Park to the north. It has a very important position.
It is said that a few decades ago, the hub of the four northwest towns was actually Pyrushi Town. However, the current Pyroxen Town is no longer good. If it were not for the hard work of Mayor Felix, I am afraid that Pyroxen Town would have continued to decline. In the end it was completely deserted.
These things had little to do with Reif. Since he could take a day off, he wandered around the gold rush town and naturally came to a blacksmith shop.
Copper ore and iron ore cannot be sold for much money, but if refined into copper and iron ingots, the price is much higher. And if we can go one step further and make copper and iron ingots into metal tools or weapons and armor, the price can be even higher.
In line with the principle of sourcing materials close to local conditions, there are several blacksmith shops in Taojin Town. The "Old Forged Iron" blacksmith shop he came to visit now is a particularly famous one among them.
This blacksmith shop was not originally called this name. A few years ago, a dwarf adventurer named "Forged Iron" came here, bought a blacksmith shop that was not doing well, and ran it himself. This dwarf is highly skilled in martial arts, and his blacksmithing skills are also extraordinary. The most amazing thing is that he is not a powerful mage, but he has a precious magic furnace that can refine fine copper and iron. With excellent craftsmanship and high-quality materials, high-quality products can naturally be produced.
When Reif came to visit, he happened to see the magic furnace being opened. The furnace, which looked like a huge ball, slowly rotated on the shelf, then opened a gap, pouring out the fiery red liquid copper, and fell into the stone trough not far below. When the hot copper liquid came into contact with the slightly chilly air, it quickly turned into a bright purple-red, and then the color became darker and darker, and finally turned into almost black.
After pouring out the liquid copper, the smelting furnace continued to move on the shelf. When it reached another deep pit, the entire furnace was completely opened. A lot of residue mixed with waste copper liquid was poured in and piled up at the bottom of the pit.
The person who controls the furnace is a stout dwarf. His height only reaches Reif's chest, but Reif bets that his arms are probably thicker than his thighs! The dwarf was wearing a thick insulating suit that looked somewhat similar to the protective suit he wore when working in underground tunnels. It was unclear whether it was the same product.
After pouring the copper liquid and waste materials, the dwarf controlled the furnace to rotate to the bottom of the shelf, took out a strange-shaped thing that seemed to be a brush, and brushed it, causing sparks to shoot out, causing the brush to topple over, and then topple over again. Some residual waste came out.
At this point, once the furnace is opened, it is over. The dwarf fixed the furnace, clapped his hands, walked over, and took off the protective clothing on his head, revealing a face that looked energetic. Judging from the appearance, he looked about thirty years old.
For dwarves, the appearance of "thirties" means that they are probably seventy or eighty years old. This long-lived race can often live to one hundred and fifty years old or even longer, which is really enviable.
"Hello, do you want to buy anything? Or are you just here to watch the fun?" The dwarf had a smile on his face, and he did not look as arrogant and stubborn as the legend said.
Reif quickly said that he just heard that this blacksmith shop was of high quality and came to visit out of curiosity - he had just noticed the price of the goods and was sure that he would never be able to afford it.
Hmm... Actually, it's not really that I can't afford it, it's just that it's not necessary. After finally saving some money, there is no need to waste it on buying things that are not needed.
The dwarf didn't mind, and said with a smile: "Then just look at it. I never mind others visiting my workshop. As long as he doesn't make trouble."
With that said, he came to the counter and sat down, picked up the herbal tea that the apprentice had prepared, took a deep sip, and showed a satisfied smile.
"It's a pity it's not wine..." The dwarf named "Forged Iron" sighed.
"Brother Palin said you can't drink during working hours." The equally stout apprentice said.
"Hey! That kid is so stupid from studying. We dwarves only have strength after drinking!" Wrought Iron said with some dissatisfaction, "That kid... He was just a little kid back then, but now he has become a big shot, and the reverse is true. Just keep me from drinking..."
"But the fact is, since teacher you listened to Brother Palin's advice and stopped drinking during working hours, your skills have improved and there have never been any mistakes again."
The dwarf sighed helplessly: "Yes, that's why I had to listen to that boy. Really... is reading really so useful? This is completely different from the tradition of our dwarves... "
"Traditions are not always correct." A low but refreshing voice came from the door. Reif turned his head and saw a young man with the same short stature. He was wearing a robe, holding a wooden stick, with a cold gem inlaid on the top of the wooden stick. He also wore a pair of glasses on his face, and he looked very cultured.
Behind him, the adventurer who had been teaching Reiff and the others how to read these days, as well as several other adventurers who served as teachers in other carriages, all followed with great respect.
Reif was slightly startled, his intuition told him that this young man was a big shot.
He was about to ask, but the temporary teacher these days had noticed him and hurriedly ran up a few steps and introduced him: "This is our teacher, Mr. Palin, the librarian of Masked Void Church."
As he spoke, he lowered his voice and said to Reiff: "A great scholar and an outstanding magician."