Another Call to Jessica

"Load all the goods properly, not a single one missing. It's better to have too much than too little!"

Helen sat on the Juvask and gave instructions to the soldiers responsible for loading the trucks.

After a month of intensive work, with the hearth workers gathered by Udir from various tribes working day and night, more than a hundred halberds and dozens of sets of Watcher armor were finally completed, and the time for delivery arrived.

This month was simply a glorious January.

With Sejuani's support, Udyr specifically set aside a group of strong and healthy warriors who were responsible for hunting to build the hearth.

More than a dozen furnaces sprang up, each with several craftsmen working there. However, their skill levels varied greatly. Winter's Claw didn't really have any production line. Even with Harren's blueprints, the quality of the halberds they produced was inconsistent.

Fortunately, Herren possessed the special ability of a master blacksmith. Freshly forged weapons would be sent to him so that he could hammer them a few times. Therefore, the final quality of these hundred-odd weapons was exactly as if Herren had forged them himself.

These fire-makers earn a good amount of food for their daily work, and with Winter's Claw offering double the purchase price for ore, Winter's Claw has already established friendly relations with many neighboring tribes this month.

Although the scene of tribal leaders bowing down in worship has not yet occurred, it is already a very good start.

"Give these furnace workers a break, and we can give them more food on top of their 'wages' so they can take it back to their tribes."

Before leaving, Herren gave instructions to Udir.

"Okay, I understand."

"Also, did you bring all the drinks I asked you to bring?"

"It's installed... However, it's really unpleasant that the Noxians got to taste your fine wine before even our own people did."

Hearing Udyr's complaint, Herren laughed and scolded.

"Come on, I caught you and Olaf stealing alcohol last time. If I don't send it over soon, you'll drink it all up sooner or later."

"Haha... By the way, do you need Olaf to keep you company?"

"Come on, there are already enough people. We're not here to cause trouble..."

As agreed with Jessica, Herren was to personally deliver the goods to the Noxian trading post.

Of course, even without this agreement, Herren still planned to go there. On the one hand, he wanted to broaden his horizons, and on the other hand, he wanted to gather information and didn't want to remain "closed off" any longer.

Freljord is too isolated; Heron has no idea what's going on outside.

As a time traveler, besides his cheat-like abilities, his greatest characteristic is his foresight; otherwise, he would be meaningless.

To this end, Sejuani prepared a luxurious guard for Harren and gave half of the warriors who were originally responsible for hunting a leave of absence so that they could accompany Harren to "go for a stroll".

"Ercas, has everything been inventoried?"

"It's all accounted for. There's no more than one. If there's one missing, then you can chop my halberd off."

"That's great! I can brew some special livestock wine to whet Steelman's appetite."

Harren chuckled and joked that ever since Sejuani became the War Mother, Urkas and his brothers had basically been following Harren around.

Sejuani rarely needs to lead a hunting party herself, and she always has Udyr by her side.

Although Urkas was young and inexperienced, he had Sejuani's trust enough to arrange for him to be Harren's second-in-command.

Herren also praised Ercas highly, saying that the guy had some skills, though not many, but more than enough.

Most importantly, he is loyal. He is truly hardworking and never complains. He will do whatever you ask, and you can entrust him with any task.

"Erkas, keep our men in check. Don't embarrass yourselves on Noxian territory."

"I understand, stay serious..."

Urcas patted his chest and put on a serious face.

"very good."

Herren nodded in satisfaction, and once the team was finally assembled, he raised his right hand.

"Set off!"

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The Freljord headquarters of the Black Raven Merchant Guild.

Jessica sat in her office, rubbing her forehead, looking at the letter that had just arrived.

On the opened envelope, black raven-shaped ink was pried open from the middle, and fragments were scattered on the table.

Jessica looked worried, tapping her pipe repeatedly into the ashtray as she read the short letter.

[I have received the weapons, and His Majesty is very satisfied, but he doubts whether weapons of this quality can be mass-produced. Please send the first batch of weapons to the Immortal Fortress as soon as possible...]

The weapons shortage has been filled, but the Empire's elite troops are decaying and outdated. The deal you've made might change this situation.

[If the situation in the Empire remains unclear, and His Majesty persists in his course of action, the army has already begun assembling at the southern ferry crossings… I tried my best to dissuade him, but the Operations Department excluded me. It's laughable; they won't allow me to participate in discussions, yet they expect me to lead the charge… I have received my appointment, and after that, I may not be able to reply to your messages promptly.]

The Empire is about to make a major move in the East, but Demacia in the West must be on guard. Under these circumstances, even if a potentially powerful force emerges in Freljord, we will be powerless to stop it. Your decision is correct, but remember to always prioritize the interests of the Empire.

[If Freljord's weaponry meets His Majesty's approval, please ensure stable trade routes and the continuation of cooperation. I am not optimistic about the prospects of this war... We need a sufficiently stable rear, and at the same time, a stable source of weapons is also essential.]

I cannot offer you assistance from the central government, but rest assured, His Majesty is fully committed to his "great cause" and will not pay much attention to you. You have ample freedom. I write this letter with immense trust in you, and I hope you will not disappoint me.

— Jericho Swain

"Why……"

Jessica's lips trembled, and she remained silent for a long time before folding the letter again, sealing it in an envelope, and carefully storing it in a drawer.

This letter somewhat affected his mood... He was a proud Noxian nobleman who rejoiced at the mention of war and was never afraid of it. Logically, he should have been overjoyed when the empire was about to make a major move.

But he also held that person in high esteem and had absolute faith in his judgment... This left him with a great deal of inner conflict.

But in any case, he was still just a nobody. As long as he did a good job of completing the tasks assigned by the adults, that was already the best he could do.

"My lord, the Freljordians have arrived."

"Oh? Quickly bring them... no, I'll go myself."

Jessica immediately stood up, began to straighten her clothes, and gave instructions to her assistant.

"Check the inventory to see how many people are coming. Prepare a feast that can properly entertain everyone... Also, take out that bottle of wine from my bedroom closet, the red one."