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The Spring of Construction Dog – The Impregnable Fortress of the Samoyed_3

1495: 503.

The Spring of Construction Dog – The Impregnable Fortress of the Samoyed_3

“However, you Silver Dwarfs have a deep relationship with the Goldenrod Kingdom, how can I be sure that you won’t turn around and sell us out after getting more information about our defenses?”

“What?”

His question caused the Silver Dwarf Priest’s eyes to bulge with surprise, then his ax-hewn cheeks quickly flushed with rage.

He swung his fists as his long beard danced in the air, cursing loudly:

“Are you, you damn human architect, mocking the professional integrity of the dwarfs?

Don’t you Transia Barbarians know about the good reputation of the Gaia Temple on the continent?

Let me tell you, you ignorant fool!

Before you humans even established cities in Transia, the priests of the Gaia Temple had already designed the Ice Palace for the Hero King!

The Goldenrod Palace on Green Island was made by us, and all the design and construction of Shaldo University were personally completed by us!

Standing before you is no other than the legendary designer of the ‘Heavenly Bridge’, Sir Irich Uhm, Battle Heart!

Even the Elf King and his beautiful Queen call me a master!

I have sworn in front of the holy image of Gaia that I will not reveal information about any structure designed by me to anyone or any force that might destroy them.

This is a sacred promise, you fool.”

“Wow, you sound like a big shot, but it’s a pity I don’t know much about the legendary buildings on the continent.”

Samoyed blinked and said:

“You would surely get along with my mentor, but still I must ask, I’ve heard of the other buildings, but what is the ‘Heavenly Bridge’?

I’m certain I haven’t heard this name in Transia.”

“Nonsense, it was destroyed three hundred years ago; few people know of it now.”

The Silver Dwarf Priest sighed.

He seemed to recall the most painful and helpless failure of his life, his face turning to sadness as he spoke softly:

“That was once a testament to the friendship between the Sanghai People and the Elf Kingdom, a miraculous bridge that spanned the strait of Storm Bay, connecting the Origin Land to the continent with its hundreds of kilometers.

My mentor and I were its designers, we considered it a miracle of Mother Earth on earth, but even legendary structures cannot withstand life’s hatred for each other.

Due to stupid doctrinal disputes, in the year 820 of the Era, on my two hundred and thirtieth birthday, Pharaoh Mamurook of the Sanghai Empire invoked the ‘Death Moon’ and led his army across my bridge, igniting the war with the elves.

The madman summoned the Kings of the Netherworld to victory, and tens of thousands of undead trampled over my creation, causing slaughter.

That was the only time I revealed the weakness of my work to others.

The elves’ Moon Sacrifice summoned a meteor to shatter the Heavenly Bridge to stop the war, but the Castia Kingdom and the Sanghai Empire have been utterly estranged ever since, marking the end of the Sanghai People’s efforts to integrate into the continent.

What was supposed to be a miracle crafted for ‘great reconciliation’ ultimately became an extension of war and hatred.

That was the only failure of the Gaia Temple since its foundation, and the greatest regret of my life, you human bastard, I had nearly forgotten about it, and now you’ve reminded me again!”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, will it be alright if I treat you to a drink?

Don’t all dwarfs like to drink?

Our wine here is really fantastic.”

Samoyed Syria raised both hands.

Looking at the dwarf in front of him, he could feel the indomitable regret and pain of a fellow architect, and he realized that this dwarf truly loved creating things and was filled with emotions for his own designs.

As an architect himself, Samoyed’s attitude softened.

He took out the precise plans of the defenses from his drawer, spread them out in front of the dwarf, and whispered:

“I can guarantee that my buildings were only built for defense, it will never become a tool for spreading hatred.”

“Heh, you’re too young, human architect,” the Dwarf Irick scoffed.

He pushed aside his beard to examine the blueprints and murmured:

“The functioning of this world does not pivot on the will of us craftsmen.

Your defense lines are good, but I can assure that the moment it is erected, death and slaughter, hatred and fury, destruction and curses will consecutively befall it.

That is the fate of architecture…

But that’s okay.

To us, as long as it stands on this earth and withstands the test of time without falling, that alone is enough to make it the pride of your life.

However, this defense line’s name is quite strange.

Although I have never heard of the name ‘Maginot Line,’ I always feel it’s filled with ominous vibes.

This is terrible, you know?

Architects always have a very special intuition; I can sense that this defense line will definitely endure a terrible fate, but I’m here, and I will use my skills to ensure it won’t be toppled by disaster.”

“Hmm, I am certain of that,” Samoyed Syria nodded, watching the dwarf bring out various professional tools to add to and draw on the blueprints.

After a few seconds, Samoyed said softly:

“I’ve heard that the priests of Gaia have the power to control the earth and shape it, which is simply perfect for an architect, so, do you think I qualify to join you and become one of you?”

“What?”

Irich looked up at Samoyed in front of him, he stroked his beard and thought for a moment, then said:

“It’s not impossible.

Mother Earth does not oppose members of other races becoming her followers, but to join the Gaia Temple you must demonstrate your talent and works as an architect to gain the approval of the other priests.

If you ask me, use this defense line as your application.

If it stands firm against the Black Disaster, I believe even the most obstinate Gaia Priest will recognize your talent in construction and design, and we will bestow upon you the title of ‘Child of the Earth’ and welcome you as one of us.

By the way, I heard on my way here that all the planning and design of this land are from a ‘Professor Chen.’ Can I meet him?

The scenery I’ve seen along the way is enough to convince me that he is a true master of architecture!

Gaia will bless him.”