Now that the meeting had begun, and Ryan had finally introduced the blacksmith from the dwarven nation.
The entire report received so far hadn't been particularly bad; on the contrary, it was quite good.
The fact that they had coordinated so effectively while he was away filled him with a deep sense of satisfaction.
After all, it wasn't as if he were accustomed to the responsibilities of being a king, and if he had to worry about every single detail of the village by himself on top of everything else...
That would be one massive, terrible headache.
But now the elders, along with the alchemist and the dwarven blacksmith, were fixing their gazes on Ryan with intense scrutiny.
Ryan reached out his arm and placed the object onto the wooden surface of the meeting table.
Silence filled the meeting hall almost instantly, becoming so thick that even the breathing of those present seemed to echo loudly.
