All he did was ask if they wanted to live as well as what they needed to make from here on.

Was that the reason? These two problems filled chief Kanelle�s mind as if he was branded with a branding iron. The chief did not need to look around at the other Dwarves in order to know what was going through their minds. That was why he looked at the back of the commander who was walking away and asked.

�Do we just need to make them?�

That was something that the Flame Dwarves had done their whole lives.

They had done it while being oppressed by the Dragon half-blood and Arm and ignored by the other Dwarf tribes.

Did they just need to do that to survive?

The Dwarves were all staring at the commander�s back. The commander responded back as he continued to walk toward the door.

�Dwarves are better than other races at making things.�

The commander didn�t promise anything like, �I�ll let you live if you make it.� However, chief Kanelle clenched his fists at Cale�s next comment.

�I wish to see the strength of experts.�

Experts.

Someone who had reached the top of a single specialty.

Someone who knew how to devote their lives to a single cause.

Those were the type of people who were called experts.

��Not slaves, but experts.�

The Flame Dwarf chief slowly got up from his kneeling position.

Screeeech-

The only door to the area opened once again.

Cale walked out of the door that Choi Han had opened. Rosalyn and Mary followed behind him. The soldiers, knights, and mages who had been standing outside walked back in once they left and the door slowly closed again.

Screeech- Bang!

The Flame Dwarves continued to stare at the disappearing Cale�s back until the door completely closed.

On the other hand, Cale didn�t have time to just look at someone.

�Miss Rosalyn.�

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