The First Legendary Beast Master novel Chapter 710

The Gnome sighed. "We have underestimated the stronger Elites. I told them that something like this was happening when they returned the last batch of weapons we tried to send them."

"What feedback did they give you?" Karl asked.

Duke Ambrose scoffed. "Our researchers didn’t have clearance to discuss the matter with the end users. It was determined that such interaction could unduly affect our development plans to favour the ones who had responded, instead of creating weapons for the majority of the Elites."

"Determined by whom?" Karl asked.

The answer was clear on the man’s face. Determined by him.

"Alright, that’s not going to work. It’s clear that none of you actually understand the usage scenarios for the weapons that you are creating. If the enemy can casually dodge your attacks, what is the point in wasting mana?

No, we need bows that will fire fast enough that even the mighty Overlords don’t have an easy time dodging them.

So, don’t shy away from stiffer bows. If you have doubts, ask one of the blacksmiths if they can test it for you. If they can draw it, then it is usable by an average Warrior or Ranger. But for the Overlords, an exceptional set of equipment is needed.

The issue they have is that nothing we can get elsewhere is actually high enough quality for them.

Even what I turn out to the peak of my skills and power is still an entire Rank below what they truly need, and my limited skills means that there is a significant chance that we will still be lacking in quality compared to the items created by the Cyclops Forgemasters."

As Karl finished his speech with a mention of the Giants’ craftsmen, Granite spat on the ground in disgust.

"Unacceptable. No way will we lose to the Giants. But the Forgemasters should be extinct. Where did the Giants get more?" He asked.

"There was a Monster Spawn, where multiple Cyclops Forgemasters were obtained by the Giants at Royal and possibly Monarch Rank."

Forgemaster Granite’s disgust turned to something bordering on rage, until one of the Nature Priestesses handed him one of their signature ’cigarettes’, already lit.

The Dwarf smiled at her and took a drag, then put it out.

"Thank you. Damnable Giants. Alright, I think I know why there is such urgency now. If the Giants have their legendary smiths back, and we’re working with no information and a design team that has two functional brain cells fighting for third place, things are about to go south."

Duke Ambrose stormed out of the room, sick of their insults, but nobody seemed sad to see him go.

"How many people are on the Research Team now?" Karl asked.

"Just him and a couple of paperwork clerks. The last of his subordinates quit last week, and none have been sent to replace them. The Acolytes coming with you would presumably be the new team." Fizzspark whispered.

Then she poked the Chief Engineer with her nose and made a ’get on with it’ gesture for the Gnome to begin her welcoming speech. _{ƒгeewёbnovel.com}