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... the surface! If you delay, I’ll whip your heads that used to hold water!
“Disassemble what we need to disassemble. Don’t dawdle! We can assemble these on the surface. We cannot carry such a big thing by force!”
Richard’s order made Fortress City busy.
Everyone began to work around the mechanical boat manufacturing workshop.
Level 12 alchemist Brown with a hand as small as a bean sprout, sat in a wheelchair and shouted at the gray-colored dwarves to work.
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