The World: creating the peace

Damn blacksmith: Brother, of course, I understand your desire to finish my transfer as soon as possible, but there is no need to hurry anywhere. I've already got all my things packed. Your task is to transport me along with this forge. It's not as big as it seems, everything that is covered with metal or alloy is a forge. That is, you only need to move half of the cave.

Faceless: Got it, so we can go?

The cursed Blacksmith: Yes, that's right.

"The faceless one drew a circle in the air with the index and middle fingers of his right hand. He held his left hand at the level of the solar plexus, holding his index, middle, and thumb straight. Having drawn a circle that captures the entire forge, he began to create an inter-universal portal."

Faceless: Small rabbit hole, open.

"A portal opened all over the territory of the forge and everyone and everyone inside found themselves at the fortress."

The cursed Blacksmith: Where did we appear?

Faceless: At our fortress that guards the tree and our house.

Damn blacksmith: I see. And what is a tree?

Faceless: Do you want to hear from me or in detail from your brother?

The cursed blacksmith: I got the hint.

Faceless: Call Rostolya.

The cursed blacksmith: Rostolya!

"The voice of the Dalek was full of hope."

Rostolia: Yes! Who is it?

The cursed Blacksmith: This is the Faceless One and his brother.

Rostolia: I'm already running!

"Rostolia was running from afar to a jump. In five years, she has transformed and huge horns have grown out of small horns on her. Her armor was more like a dress, but the huge shoulder pads that ended at her forearms said otherwise."

Rostolia: Sir! How glad I am to see you! I see that you have also been transformed in terms of attire. What's it?

The cursed blacksmith: Ahem.

Rostolia: Oh, I'm sorry, please. What is your name? My name is Rostolia.

The cursed blacksmith: I am not worthy of a name. Ahem, I'm the damn blacksmith.

"The damn blacksmith was embarrassed to see the elegance and sophistication of her armor."

Rostolia: Oh, why are you so embarrassed?

Damn blacksmith: Don't think anything bad, but as a master of my craft, I really admire the work of this armor. Could you introduce me to him, but let him come to me, okay?

Rostolia: Yes, it's good. Sir, do you remember my spider?

"The Faceless One nodded."

Rostolya: Well, that's him.

"Rostolia created a summoning from her blood by cutting her wrist with a shoulder pad. Like last time, a cocoon appeared, but not so small anymore, but the size of a bugbearer."

Sien: Good afternoon, my mistress and her master.

Faceless>The cursed blacksmith: Sien, could you drink my blood, for example?

Sien: No.. I can only drink the blood of demons. But most of all I love the blood of the hostess.

"The faceless one thoughtfully raised his head to the sky."

Faceless: Who is the next brother in life time?

The cursed blacksmith: Oh, I didn't want to, but he will come. A half-dead shield. The strongest shield imaginable.

Faceless: Clearly... Power?

The Cursed Blacksmith: Specialized in terminology. It doesn't matter anymore.

Faceless: The reason for the lack of protection?

The cursed blacksmith: I can't say.

Faceless: Because you can't or because you don't know?

Damn blacksmith: I don't know.

Faceless: Clearly. Can I ask you and the smiths to chat while I'm with the others?

The cursed blacksmith: Good. Rostolia, call the creator, the Faceless One is coming with you.

Rostolia: Of course.

"The Faceless One got off the blacksmith's platform and stepped onto the ground. Removing his hand from the Cursed Blacksmith's shoulder, he took Rostolya's hand. Rostolya was embarrassed."

Rostolia: Are there any instructions for our wars?

Faceless: Let's see.

"The growth of the tree has brought the Faceless One to the tree. But now they did not look like the usual crowd of strong and intelligent people, but the outline of a huge fortress made of metal and manna obsidian appeared in front of the ruler."

Faceless: What I feel like a mana, or rather what looks like a fortress, is this it?

"Rostolia smiled."

Rostolia: True, but it has not been completed yet, and there is no protection as such. Moreover, conditions are not provided for ordinary villagers.

Faceless: Then I have an idea. Are there semi-goblins?

Sprouts: Spliced or bred? And with whom?

Faceless: Bred, with people.

Rostolia: Well, they do exist, but they are not here. This is the border of the mainland, which means that only monsters from the orc and above live, except for slime. She's everywhere.

Faceless: Then, the task. You and Belias. You need to find about a hundred, if possible, then more, half-goblins. For now, that's enough for weapons.

Rostolia: And why do you need it?

Faceless: When I was the defender of the city, I saw a performance. A lot of people gathered in some kind of tent and everyone was laughing inside. What's it?

Rostolia: Circus.

Faceless: And who made people laugh.

Rostolia: The clown.

Faceless: I will make the first detachment to clean up the population from dirt. It will be a 'Circus of Clowns'. Find Chlori and tell her to find one or two seamstresses. Let them make as many suits as you bring people.

"Rostolia ran back a couple of steps, letting go of the Faceless One's hand. She turned and saluted."

Rostolia: Yes.

Faceless: * It is necessary to redo the military laws somehow. Wait, though. Ha-ha. We don't even have them... Oh, okay. We'll discuss it later with Belias. So I have to meet my brother, but that's later, and also with Arfolia and Fedfrosl.*

"The Faceless One headed for the fortress. But every time he took a step, the earth shook a little, and small craters appeared in place of the steps. Therefore, the fortress guards, the bugbears, gathered at the entrance, protecting the fortress."

"Later, the bugbears saw an unusual silhouette coming towards them."

Bugbearer: Yaka-Yaka! Sunu whistle!

Faceless: * Well, at least we've learned how to speak.*

"Fab and Shobf came out of a huge crowd of bugbears. They both knelt down on one knee."

Fab: Welcome, sir. What did you want in your current visit?

Faceless:*Are they dumb or are they pretending?*

"The faceless one waved his hand, trying to get their attention."

Fab: Do you know why the owner is silent?

Cobsh: Nope.

Fab: It's weird, he usually talks...

Cobsh: What is it?

Fab: We were very stupid. Remember how he talks?

Cobsh: No way.

Fab: That's right, and we tried to talk to him from a distance.

Cobsh: Damn it! Do you know if he punishes you a lot?

Fab: I don't know...

"During the conversation between Faba and Kobsha, the Faceless One had already approached them, bending his head towards them and putting his hands on their shoulders."

Faceless: So, do you choose punishment or labor?

Cobsh: Both options are not very good. What happens if we choose punishment?

Faceless: Will you guard the kingdom for five years, is that okay?

Fab: Not really.

Kobsh: I choose a job!

Fab: Wait, we don't know what the job is!

Faceless: The choice is made. You have 2 months to find the giants.

Fab: It will be done.

Faceless: So that there will be no more such cases in the future, I ask you not only to find, but also to bring them here, in the amount of 36 pieces. No more, no less, okay?

Fab: Extremely.

Faceless: In case of failure of work, you will work for the Damned blacksmith, do you understand?

Fab: Extremely.

Faceless: Then I ask you to get to work.

"Fab took Kobsh by the shoulders, with his claws, and they flew towards the mountain deserts."

Faceless: * Yeah.*

Kradr: I apologize for these fools, but what do you want with your visit?

"The Faceless One came over and put his hand on Kradr's chest."

Faceless: We need to go to Fedfrosl and Arfolia.

Kradr: Why the sudden rush?

Faceless: You probably don't understand, but I haven't met our allies yet. Or do you think that the emperor of these lands should not be familiar with his subjects, even if they do not obey direct orders?

Kradr: Not at all. I'm sorry, I was wrong.

Faceless: Since that's the case, then call Belias. I need to talk to him on the way.

Kradr: I'm listening.

"Kradr abruptly soared up and dived towards the house, which was not far from the fortress. After a short period of time, Kradr was already diving with Belias."

Belias: Sir! Sorry for the rudeness of not showing up as soon as you arrived!

"Kradr carefully put Belias on the ground and landed himself. The Faceless One put his hand on Belias's leg."

Faceless: Belias, I'm flying to Arfolia and Fedfrosl. You're coming with me, because we're going to have a conversation.

Belias: I obey and I dare not lie.

Faceless: Good. It's good. Tell Kradr that he can already transfer us.

Belias: Kradr, Mr. Faceless said that we can fly.

Kradr: Accepted.

"Kradr rose a little into the air and took the Faceless One with his claws, which grabbed Belias's shoulders."

Faceless: So, for starters. Both of you, please, even though I am the emperor of these small lands, but do not call me both Lord and Faceless at the same time. I'm not comfortable listening to you.

Belias: I'll take it into consideration.

Kradr: I'm listening.

Faceless: And so, Belias. How are things going with the bugbears?

Belias: Well, as you said. They are almost the same size as me and therefore easier to train and train. As you asked, I taught them a little communication. Now they do not communicate with sounds, but in their own language, which they have learned. To be honest, I began to understand at least a little what they were saying. If we talk about training, then, ahem. Onr is great for dumb creatures. Having taught them at least some use of clubs, I assumed that everyone has a predisposition to different weapons. After conducting a few checks, I found out that there was nothing like that. They use a large two-handed weapon as a one-handed weapon. I suggest that the blacksmiths make them a mace.

Faceless: Good results. I give permission to create maces for bugbears.

Belias: Okay, then I'll get on with it.

Faceless: You will still have a lot of work to do, since I gave a task for two ignoramuses, namely, to find giants. When training them, you can ask anyone for help.

Belias: Ho...

Kradr: Ugh. Sir. Eh. I... I'm tired and we've arrived. Kh. Drop Belias off and I'll let you go.

Faceless: Come on!

"The Faceless one threw Belias, at the same time Kradr released the Faceless One and he began to dive perpendicular down. After landing, there was a strong impact and a crash. A crater formed under the Faceless One, about 60 meters in diameter."

Kradr: Belias, what do you think. Maybe he will reach the fortress himself?

Belias: I think it would be more reasonable.

"Kradr went down to the Faceless One and put Belias down."

Kradr: Sir, we have come to the conclusion that you should walk to the fortress on your own. I won't be able to lift you anymore, and even if I were flying with you, the fortress won't survive your fall.

"The Faceless One nodded in agreement."

Kradr: Maybe you see the Fedfrost, but you don't know how to log in?

"The Faceless One nodded."

Kradr: We need to go in that direction. You can feel a small cluster of orcs next to the dark mana.

"The Faceless One nodded."

Kradr: Okay, you need to go in that direction. I'll go without you. And I need to take a break. Uh...

Belias: And you've gained weight, sir...

"The Faceless One pointed at his armor."

Belias: Yes, we understand that this is armor. This is a joke.

"The faceless one tilted his head to the side."

Belias: Well, it's a joke. Damn, but how?

Kradr: A joke. Ahem. The joke and all that is a complicated thing. For those who have emotions, it is easy to understand and feel for yourself, but for you, sir. A joke, a kind of insult, or a made-up phrase or story. Basically, they try not to offend with these jokes, because they cause laughter from the stupidity of what was said or simplicity, and so on. There are different jokes. Yes, there are creatures that can take offense even at a non-offensive joke, but it depends on the creature.

"The faceless one nodded, but not quickly, as a sign of not quite understanding, but gratitude for the explanation."

Kradr: Can you tell us, before you leave, what kind of armor is this?

"The Faceless One approached Kradr and Belias, put his hands down. One on the shoulder, and the other on the leg."

Faceless: I don't really know myself. You can find out more from the Cursed Blacksmith. Anyway, what do I know? Well, this armor was made especially for me, but not for me now, but for me of the past. That is, before the re-creation of knowledge. The armor is made of Titanide and divine quartz. The alloy itself is already strong and it is almost impossible to break or bend it. When I trained, I would be able to break huge pieces of such an alloy, making cracks in it. Also, he can recover when in contact with divine mana. Also, to increase strength, the armor absorbs the mana of the progenitor, but because of this it becomes heavier. To do this, the Damn blacksmith made quartz interlayers. Now, absorbing the mana of the progenitor, the quartz layers change color. Each color describes the weight, strength, and danger of the armor.

Kradr: So there is also a danger?

Faceless: Of course, if you don't follow the quartz and it melts, then the armor will weigh a lot and the opportunity to destroy life on the planet will become almost possible. At the same time, I will just need to walk. Ah, and this is not considering that the armor will either increase the weight, or the progenitor's mana will ooze out. In general, both will be a bad consequence for all of you.

Kradr: I see. So! Stop! Unless, if quartz melts, then it won't be able to absorb mana, will it?

Faceless: It's reasonable, so everyone is waiting for death from the progenitor's mana, in a week, maybe two, and from earthquakes with a shift of tectonic plates.

Belias: Stop! Wait! You both don't even worry that everyone might die, right now?!

Faceless: Well, I try to release less of the progenitor's mana, and the quartz layers are not so close to melting as to worry.

Belias: This is of course all true! But isn't it dangerous!?

Faceless: The cursed Blacksmith said he would make a new armor that would help the current one.

Belias: Yes, it should help, but still...

Faceless: Don't worry so much. Everything will be fine.

Belias: Well, let's say.

Faceless: Okay, we're probably going to visit. You're going to wait for Belias, aren't you?

Kradr: Yes, of course.

Faceless: That's it, then we're off.

"The Faceless One took his hand off the shoulder of the sitting Kradra, and turned around and walked towards the orcs."

Belias: Faceless, is it okay that it gets dark? Maybe they're going to sleep?

Faceless: Yes, everything is possible, but they will not be able to fall asleep to my footsteps.

Belias: Aha-ha-ha-ha. Not a bad joke.

Faceless: Really? I tried my best...

Belias: Yes, it's really not bad.