Regressor of the Fallen Family novel Chapter 238

Chapter 238

The troops sent by the royal direct command are progressing smoothly with their tasks.

Contrary to the content of the report, Dwayne’s expression was not bright.

The smooth progress meant that a huge budget was being drained in real time.

‘If it’s for war preparations, it can’t be helped, but this is too tight.’

Complaints were starting to emerge from the Maclaine fiefdom. He swallowed a sigh. While he believed that he didn’t need to report matters he could control within his purview, the bitterness in his stomach was unavoidable.

“If that’s going well, then it’s about time we started the dam construction, right?”

Hoping that the additional policies to be implemented wouldn’t create further grievances, he nodded heavily.

“Yes. We will mobilize enough workers and pay them a fair wage. But if we are to finish the construction within the designated period, we’ll need someone with definitive experience…”

“Call upon the elite from the golem tower, including Clayton, and the dwarves who have experience with dam construction. Make sure the construction ends before the winter.”

“…Understood.”

As Dwayne’s delayed response followed, a soft voice came from behind his departing figure.

“Just a little bit more. Hang in there. Just one more year. Then things will be much better.”

Whether he guessed the deep anxiety underneath the comforting words was adding even more strain on his mind was uncertain.

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“Lalalala~”

Lately, it’s become common for me to hum out of sheer joy.

For good reason:

‘The owner is the king of this country, and I am the king of the magic workshop.’

Hammar combed his hair neatly in front of the mirror and started humming again.

He checked again how well his pomade-slicked back hair, exposing his handsome forehead, matched his luxurious red silk clothes before he left the room with his hands clasped behind his back.

But as the tranquility of the room faded, a rough cacophony of noise aggressively filled his ears.

“Hurry up on line 3! Why is it taking so long just to flatten a metal plate!”

“Accident on line 1, two human craftsmen. Call the emergency team! Quickly!”

Boom. Crash. Whirrr.

“Line 2 is complete, moving on!”

The dwarves and human craftsmen buzzed about intensely beneath the railings.

The noise they created was hard to call pleasant, but to Hammar, it sounded like music.

As soon as he opened the door, Temar, who had been waiting, stuck to him like a shadow.

“How’s the progress?”

“There are so many orders, it’ll probably take several more months at least.”

“Due to the soldiers’ equipment?”

“Yes.”

“50,000 suits are no joke. But we’ve got to do it if it’s asked. Do bear with me. Take good care of the craftsmen.”

“I’m aware.”

“And what about the… knights who took that thing?” ƒreeωebnovel.ƈom

“They’ll come back as soon as they fall. But considering the volume, maybe once more will suffice?”

“That’s good, then.”

Everything was moving smoothly.

‘The workshop, many times larger than the hidden village I once lived in, now moves at my beck and call.’

His fingertips tingled pleasantly as if the workshop was part of an enjoyable sensation spreading through his mind.

He knew an easy way to amplify this good mood even further.

“How about a beer?”

“Here it is, ready for you.”

“As expected. Temar, unlike most dwarves, you’re quite perceptive.”

Grinning ear to ear, he took the beer mug hanging from Temar’s hook hand.

Gulp. Gulp.

‘He sure drinks well.’

The beer was so refreshingly consumed that one might wonder if a cooling spell had magically been applied without his knowledge.

“Ah! That’s the taste!”

Just as Hammar marveled at the flavor, a loud sound crashed from inside the open door.

A flash of red light and a cacophony erupted within.

Hammar froze on the spot with his beer in hand.

It was the sound he least wanted to hear—a nightmare of a noise.

“Ha, haha. Suddenly I’m hearing things.”

Back sweat pouring down, he turned to Temar with an awkward expression.

“……I heard it too.”

“No, it’s just a mistake!”

Bang!

Hammar slammed the study door, denying the reality.

However.

[Hammar, if you don’t show up within 5 minutes, you’ll be fired from the workshop master……]

Inside the study, the voice of someone could be heard clearly, even past the closed door. Hammar’s face crumpled as he opened the door of the study with a strained smile.

“Wahahaha! It’s been busy. Long time no see, boss!”

His eyes twitching slightly with a forced smile, but it would be difficult to notice unless one was looking closely.

Through the communication device, Logan, who saw Hammar desperately trying to appear bright, smiled faintly and got straight to the point.

[Hammar, let’s get one more dam project done.]

“Ah……hahaha. A dam, dam construction.”

Muttering and naturally turning his head, he cursed softly so that only Temar could hear.

“I’ve been a bit busy lately……”

[We need to proceed as soon as possible and finish before winter. Come to Grang with those who are experienced.]

“It’s just, I have schedules too…”

[I’ll give you 3 days.]

“What, it’ll take 3 days just to get there, you conscienceless…!”

[Then 4 days.]

“……Argh.”

[I trust you to prepare well. See you then.]

Even after the communication device light went off, Hammar stood motionless in place.

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