Tales Of The Mighty Dragonair

Despite waiting for something interesting, the only thing that happened was something totally normal.

"Crush it into pieces," Agnus stood in front of the big piece of ore and dirt before giving the order to his workers on the machines.

And without any hesitation the machines started to crush the ore into smaller pieces.

"This..." Arthur was surprised when he saw that. However the next moment more machines worked to carry the smaller pieces fast and threw them into the ready ovens.

"Oh... So that's why he made the oven ready first," Arthur realized what Agnus was aiming for.

The big ore was crushed into smaller pieces, all were thrown inside the many ovens scattered in one place. Agnus kept giving his orders to everyone until he was satisfied with their performance.

Then he turned back to his lord.

"Lord, it's time for us to work on the ore you mentioned before," Agnus said, referring to the purple ore.

"Prepare your oven then," Arthur said before asking Gege to inform Sara to come here.

In less than one minute, Sara came descending from the mountain peak. Gege told him that she refused to pass through the portal.

But when Arthur saw her face, he knew she was too happy to go down here without flying like this.

"What's up?" she asked in a refreshed tone that seemed weird over her nature.

"We are ready," Arthur said while pointing at the molds, "Agnus prepared everything. Only the purple ore is remaining."

"Hmm..." Sara didn't comment as she returned to the older self of her. She examined the molds and seemed to get the idea of having two versions here.

"We need to modify this a little," she said before adding, "we'll need to cast the coin by the purple ore in the center."

"That's why I made two molds for that," Agnus said in an attempt to explain his idea.

"I know," she said before nodding, "and I like it. But this isn't enough."

"..." Agnus seemed puzzled while Artur asked:

"What do you want?"

"We need a tool to press the two molds against each other," she said while putting both palms against each other and compressing the distance in between, "like this, we'll work over each coin separately."

"This... will ruin the entire mold!" Agnus understood her meaning but seemed not to agree with it.

"That's the only way to make sure both sides are well merged together," she explained, "or else the coin will appear like two parts linked together. That would make anyone want to see what lies in between, right?"

Her words made logic the more she spoke. Arthur couldn't find anything to refute her with, neither did Agnus.

"Sigh," Agnus could only lower his head and go to adjust his mold. It wasn't hard to make such a tool to compress the two sides against each other.

But the only issue here was that he had to return to make the entire molds again. Which meant losing more time doing that.

"You don't need to make new molds each time," Sara suddenly stopped him. She seemed to realize what was bothering him, "you can return them again to their initial places."

"That's... hard to achieve," Agnus said in a dejected tone as if he already thought about doing that.

"Not if you made the mold softer so the pieces squeezed against each other wouldn't separate but dent. That way you won't need to remake them again."

This time her words made his face shine brightly before he said: "I know what I should do!"

"Good, I also have work to do here," she said before turning to Arthur, "even with my symbols, I'll need to make more symbols over the pieces of the cold purple ores. But I'll need a mold for that!"

"Agnus..." Arthur didn't answer her but asked his genius blacksmith. And the latter nodded.

"I'll make the mold by the specifications you want," Agnus said before adding, "but the symbols... I don't know how to make them."

"Leave them to my boys," Sara said in pride before turning to Arthur, "can you bring them down?"

Arthur was surprised to hear that. He thought she would take hours, even days to teach them this craft of hers.

But it seemed he underestimated those kids from the sky castle!

"Just open a portal and those ready will come here," Sara mysteriously said and that made Arthur's expectations soar higher than before.

Arthur snapped his fingers and waited. A portal appeared in front of the two while Agnus started to work on his idea.

"We greet the lord," a batch of ten disciples appeared before bowing and greeting Arthur. Arthur imagined there would be fifty kids here, but he only found ten.

"Just... Them?!" he wanted to make sure but the silent smile over Sara's bright face told him there were still more coming this way.

And that was the case.

"We greet the lord."

"We greet the lord."

"We greet the lord."

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"We greet the lord."

"We greet the lord."

Batch after batch kept coming out of the portal while greeting Arthur in the same way. For a second there, he mistook what Sara did up there wasn't teaching them about symbols but about greeting and bowing to him.

At last no one came out of the portal before closing up. Almost three hundred kids stood in front of Arthur, making his smile bigger.

"What do you think?" Sara said in pride, "happy now?"

"Very happy," Arthur answered before laughing. "I never thought you'd teach them so fast and in such great numbers."

"Hahaha," Sara laughed before clapping her hands in an elegant way. "Time to work boys, go to master Agnus and help him in making the mold we discussed before."

"Yes ma'am, all the disciples bowed and greeted her in respect and veneration that was obvious to Arthur.

And that change of attitude made Arthur puzzled about what and how she did such feat!