Chosen Mate Of The Beastmen Empire

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The young man's emnational sluit was on fast, it started Nye

Before the could react. Aron impatiently said, "What Ro! This was drawn by Her Highness herself?

The grandfather and grandson took a moment to realize that "Her Highness referred to Hyx. Their faces immediately turned a myriad of colors, like a spilled palene.

It seemed the rumors were true. The one sitting on the throne really didn't care about the relationship between Erik and Nyx. He had actually engaged in the absurd act of stealing another's wife.

The old craftsman's beard trembled in anger. He wanted to curse the foolish emperor, but no matter how hard he thought, he couldn't come up with any other foolish deeds of Aurelius.

Setting aside Nyx's involvement, Aurelius was truly a wise and mighty ruder.

With this in mind, it seemed the problem lay with this woman.

The young craftsman looked skeptical and eyed Aron. "Is that true?"

He thought, 'Such an exquisite drawing was really done by a woman? How could that be?

Given her status and experience, she shouldn't have had the opportunity to access such techniques.

If there was any ability she had... it would probably be her skill in seduction.

As for anything else, he didn't believe it.

The grandson didn't believe it, and neither did the grandfather. They stared at the blueprints in silence for a while, the old man stroking his beard. "I have some things I don't understand. May I ask madam to enlighten me?"

As he asked, he looked up at Nyx, trying to find any signs of weakness on her beautiful face.

However, Nyx sitting high and composed showed no sign of panic. She calmly nodded. "Of course."

The old man said, "These symbols, I don't understand their meaning."

Aron played the role of the assistant, passing the thin blueprints back and forth. Nyx leaned in for a look and realized that she had neglected to standardize the units of measurement. She had casually written a few Earth and interstellar symbols.

Feeling a bit embarrassed, she cleared her throat and asked Aron to bring her a pen, quickly correcting the errors right there.

Several pairs of eyes quietly watched her. Every move she made left no room for manipulation.

The old craftsman skeptically took the blueprint again, and as he lowered his head to examine it, his eyes widen and his breathing became quicker, filled with disbelief.

He thought, "The handwriting matches Ro's.'

He carefully examined the contents again, his heart filled with waves of emotions.

He thought, 'Could it be that Ro and the madam are the same person?'

"Madam, please look here. Should this part be altered slightly?" His hands trembled as he held the blueprint, refusing Aron's offer to relay the message, stepping forward to discuss his thoughts with Nyx.

Nyx patiently listened, thought for a moment, and shook her head. "It would indeed eave foud, be truck to collapse under high temperatures"

"Then, please look at this part.."

After back-and-forth discussion for a while, the old craftsman's excitement grew, his eyes brightening, and he bowels hemby in admiration. "Madam, you are truly talented"

Finally, he realized with a jolt that "Ho" was Nyx

No wonder that boy Arlong had been so evasive about introducing them-it turned out the identity was speriat

Nyx reached out to steady the old man, knowing that he had taken her task to heart and would pot great effort into it, which made her feel much more relaxed,

Cautiously, she reminded him, "The materials, processes, and this blueprint must be kept confidential, do not share them

She still hoped to use the final products to profit from wealthy noble families and make a big profit to fund military

expenses.

So, at least for now, she had to protect the intellectual property, monopolize production, and maintain control over pricing

in the market.

"Madam, rest assured," the old craftsman said seriously. "We will keep it a secret"

"But, I am curious about one thing," Before leaving, he couldn't hold back anymore, his curiosity at its peak. "Madam, what is it that you are going to burn?" Having lived to this age, he considered himself well-informed, but he had never heard of anyone casually burning sand and stones, and couldn't imagine what it could become.

The process even involved a complex and meticulous procedure, needing to control the temperature and add alkaline and lime in specific proportions... It didn't seem like some idle whim, but rather a very clear purpose.

Nyx smiled and asked Aron to bring the little Pale Wolf cub over.

The wolf cub struggled restlessly in Aron's hands, but as soon as it saw its mother, it calmed down a little, tilting its small face to act cute and offering Nyx the ball it was holding.

The crystal ball was wiped clean, and under the sunlight, it reflected a mesmerizing glow.

Both grandfather and grandson were drawn to it, and they noticed it wasn't a dog toy but a rare treasure.

Nyx handed it to the old craftsman.

"Th-this..." The old man was startled, thinking it was a reward. He felt it was too precious for him to accept since he hadn't done enough to deserve it.

However, seeing Nyx's gaze, he suddenly understood her intention. "You mean... crystal?"

Overcome with emotion, his voice cracked, and his shocked exclamation echoed throughout the hall.

"Not crystal." Nyx waved her hand. "It's glass. If the technique is good enough, the glass made could be as transparent as this crystal, indistinguishable from the real thing."

The grandfather and grandson left, full of excitement, holding the precious blueprint and a fragrant pancake drawn by Nyx. Their steps felt light and floating.

After solving a major issue, Nyx stretched and laid back in the rocking chair, zoning out. Her mind began to burst with ideas,

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one after another.

After a while, she suddenly sprang up, returned to the desk, and began pondering

and biting the pen.

Aron stood by, serving her with ink and brushes. He glanced at the drawings on the paper and couldn't help but show an expression of distress.

He thought, 'What on earth is the madam drawing? I can't understand a single thing!

Over the next few days, the family artisans were frequently summoned. At first, they were thrilled, but later they became more and more overwhelmed.

Nyx trusted them and had given them so many tasks, but their efficiency was so low that they still hadn't produced anynoveldrama

results.

Nyx noticed the tiredness in their eyes and realized that she hadn't considered all aspects. She had only given directions and drawn blueprints, but there were countless small details that these artisans had to handle.

"There's no need to rush, and perfection isn't necessary," she smiled apologetically. "If there's any progress, report it to me. If the results aren't good enough, I'll continue adjusting it."

It was late at night, and everything was quiet.

The surroundings were completely dark, but the Read family's artisan workshop was still brightly lit.

The craftsmen moved back and forth with serious expressions, each focused on their task, too absorbed to speak.

Then, a sharp scream of excitement pierced the air. "It's done!

The craftsmen, hearing the noise, looked at each other, then followed the sound.

They found the young master beaming with joy, holding a wooden tube in his

hand.

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