That should be the smithing room.
Alaric walked towards a room where a small crowd had gathered outside.
"I heard they are making a relic-level shield for someone higher up in the Astanian army."
"Those spineless bastards! They are traitors! How dare they make equipment for those Astanian dogs?!"
Alaric and Mathilda could hear the crowd cursing as they walked closer.
Mathilda looked at Alaric to gauge his reaction, but the latter remained calm, as if unbothered by the harsh words.
However, she was Alaric's subordinate so she would never allow anyone to talk badly about her lord.
"Hey! Watch your mouth!" Mathilda scolded with a sharp look. She even grabbed the handle of her sword to make them think that she would swing it at any moment.
Hearing her voice, the crowd was startled. They turned around and were scared witless when they saw the Astanian emblem on their armor.
"They are Astanian warriors!"
"Run! They will kill us!"
