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(Guess what race Thor is without reading what happens next?)

After half an hour.

Wayne came out of the bathroom wearing a new short-sleeved shirt and shorts.

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"I feel so relaxed after taking a bath."

At that moment, Aurora's voice rang out.

"Young Master, everything is ready!"

Wayne looked in the direction of the sound and saw Aurora sitting at the dining table.

Meanwhile, the table was filled with delicious food, fruit, and snacks. Of course, the most eye-catching thing was the glass of juice on the seat opposite Aurora, which was reserved for Wayne.

Wayne walked over, sat down, picked up his juice, and took a sip.

"Comfortable!"

"Young Master, why are you so happy?"

Seeing Aurora's curious gaze, Wayne smiled and said, "I'm very happy to have just solved a problem in my own cultivation."

Aurora didn't ask any further questions, but instead turned and picked up her wine glass.

"Congratulations, young master!"

Wayne picked up his juice and clinked it against Aurora's.

"Cheers."

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The next day, afternoon.

Wayne slept until this time before getting up, and felt full of energy with no signs of fatigue.

As soon as I stepped out of the room, I saw Murora and her daughter Aurora discussing something.

"Young Master, you're awake!"

Wayne nodded.

"yes."

He then looked at Murora.

"Auntie, good afternoon."

"Young Master is fine too."

Wayne stepped forward.

"Auntie, what are you discussing?"

Upon hearing this...

Murora picked up the conversation.

"The Sanctuary Contract is all ready; we were just discussing the Colosseum Hotel."

"We only have five days left before it starts, so let's plan out the details."

Wayne trusted the two of them and didn't ask any more questions, but instead inquired about the recruitment of Murora.

"I trust you to handle things."

"But Auntie, how's the recruitment going?"

Upon hearing this, Murora straightened up before introducing herself: "Besides discussing recruitment matters with Aurora today, I'm here today as well."

"I also came here for this matter."

Wayne raised his hand to signal Murora to speak, and Murora continued, "After this period of recruitment, about six hundred people have signed contracts. Most of these people are second-level bronze knights, but the number is quite large."

"These people have already been sent out to acquire ordinary resources, and we should have some preliminary results in about two or three months. Moreover, I haven't stopped recruiting, and people are still joining one after another."

Wayne nodded.

"Okay, keep recruiting, and then spread the word."

He clapped his hands as he spoke.

"Alright, Auntie, I'm going to take a shower first. We'll have dinner together later."

He was about to stand up when he said that.

At that moment, Murora suddenly called out to Wayne.

"Young Master, please wait a moment."

Wayne was stunned.

"What's wrong?"

Murora said gently, "Young Master, besides discussing the progress report, there's another unexpected surprise."

Upon hearing this, Wayne became interested. After all, if a level six elemental wizard found this to be a joyous occasion, he would naturally be interested as well, so he sat down.

"What unexpected surprise?"

"About seven days ago, we recruited a member of the dwarf race."

"dwarf?"

Wayne paused for a moment to recall before continuing, "I remember dwarves are skilled in blacksmithing, right?"

Murora nodded.

"That's right, that's why I called it a pleasant surprise."

Without further ado, he introduced himself directly: "This dwarf contacted me through a recruitment notice seven days ago. During these seven days, I signed a Holy Domain Contract with him, eliminating the risk of him being an undercover agent."

"I also observed him. He has a steady personality, which makes him very suitable for recruitment as a formal member. Moreover, he is a registered member of the Blacksmith Association and is currently a Level 5 Blacksmith."

At that moment, Aurora's voice rang out.

"Mother."

"But I remember dwarves either staying in their own empires or being recruited by powerful forces to open their own forges, weapon shops, and the like. Why would they go and participate in some recruitment?"

"Could I have remembered it wrong?"

Hearing this, Murora chuckled lightly: "You've always had a good memory, but your knowledge isn't comprehensive!"

"But every race has its exceptions, and their choices are often different. What you're describing represents the choices of the vast majority of dwarves, not all of them."

He then looked at Wayne.

"This dwarf was an exception among the dwarf race. He did not want to live the same boring and repetitive life of forging as his people, nor did he want to become one of the dwarves who were known for their forging skills. He wanted to become a world-renowned master forger, so he left the dwarf empire, traveled around, and eventually came to the capital."

Upon hearing this, Wayne became interested.

"That's quite interesting. It seems this dwarf is after fame."

"Young master is right. It's all for fame. Over the years, he's traveled far and wide, forging weapons for many people. Although he's gained some renown, people still mainly refer to him as that dwarven tribe skilled in forging, right?"

"This kind of fame is far from what he imagined."

"What's his name?"

"Sol".

Upon hearing this, Wayne stroked his chin, summarizing all the information.

"Sol, a Level 5 blacksmith registered with the Blacksmithing Guild, seeks a name."

As he spoke, Wayne looked at Murora.

"Auntie, while the dwarfs are indeed surprising, they're hardly a pleasant surprise, are they?"

"Hehe, of course not."

"This unexpected surprise refers to his background, or in other words, young master will inevitably need armor and weapons in the future, won't he?"

"dwarf?"

"Or perhaps the dwarf tribe behind him?"

"That's right. Every lord will make a pact with the dwarf race. Instead of planning for it later, we might as well recruit them now while we have the opportunity."

"Thor is a Level 5 Blacksmith. Being a Level 5 Blacksmith means that he has a high status in the Dwarven Empire. If he wants, he can raise a team of Dwarven blacksmiths at any time. For the young master, this is more than enough for the early stages and even for becoming a lord after graduation, during the hundred-year period of expansion."

Hearing this, Wayne silently thought to himself, "That's not necessarily true." Now that he had found the true way to use infinite mental power, his future cultivation and improvement speed would not be too slow.

Of course, Wayne didn't explain either.

"So he accepted the recruitment hoping to make a name for himself through me?"

Murora nodded.

"Sol does have this idea. After all, your talent is undeniable, and you've gained considerable fame. In the capital now, almost everyone with power or family and friends who have embarked on the path of the extraordinary knows about your deeds."

"Saul came here because of your reputation."

Hearing these words, Wayne wasn't angry. The worst thing for a person is to have no ambition whatsoever.

Such people are either worthless.

Either they're aiming to take half your life.

Besides, Thor wants his fame, and Wayne also wants his network of connections as a dwarf. They're all the same kind of people, so who's more noble than whom?

"Okay, let's set a time to meet. We need to meet and talk before we can decide how to use him."

"How about we hold it on the academy's recruitment day?"

"That day was your day, young master, let him see your influence."

"Can."

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P.S.: The above does not count towards the word limit.

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