Meanwhile.
Flint, who is perceptive, also saw Lynn.
The one-meter-tall Flint raised his thick eyebrows.
Without needing Lynn to call out, Flint quickly stepped towards Lynn.
Arriving in front of Lynn, Flint slightly bowed and greeted.
"Lord."
Lynn responded and asked.
"Sir Flint, doesn't your daily work seem rather leisurely?"
Flint's thick eyebrows twitched, and he spoke with pride.
"Of course, Lord."
"It's merely a matter of leading and teaching two hundred blacksmith apprentices in the production of Scale Armor with Chain Liner."
"For me, it's no difficulty at all!"
As soon as Flint finished speaking, he seemed to remember something, quickly looked at Lynn, and inquired.
"Lord, you..."
Lynn calmly said, "Since Sir Flint is so leisurely."
"Then I will send another two hundred blacksmith apprentices to Sir Flint's Blacksmith Workshop."
"Sir Flint will instruct them on how to forge Chain Armor!"
Flint's already large eyes widened, and he quickly explained.
