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Leo walked up to the four kobold blacksmiths and inquired, "Among you, who is the best at forging?"
The kobold blacksmiths halted what they were doing and stared blankly at Leo. Not until Leo repeated his question did these kobolds all point in unison.
They pointed at Fisa, the kobold.
Not only they, but also the busy kobolds around stopped and pointed at Fisa one after another.
The old kobold shaman beside them stammered in broken Imperial language, "Fisa, princess, the best! Among all of them, the best!"
Leo couldn't believe it. "You're the best at forging?"
Fisa wagged her tail and replied, "Kobold chief, one has to be either strong or smart. I, the princess, am both smart and strong!"
"I see. Then I can do it."
Although Fisa was the daughter of the former kobold leader, according to the kobold tribe's traditions, her inheritance order for the tribe leader position didn't even rank in the top thirty.
A kobold tribe doesn't merely have a single powerful kobold leader.
There is also a kobold shaman with remarkable intelligence, a kobold blacksmith who has the inheritance of forging technology, the leaders of seven or eight hunting teams, and nearly one-third of the kobold warriors.
These candidates with personal strength and influence far outrank those based on bloodline.
As a female kobold with natural disadvantages, Fisa had to be more exceptional than other kobolds to become the tribe leader.
Of course, the River Bend Settlement Camp also deserved some credit. In several battles, nearly all the powerful kobold warriors had perished.
The old shaman couldn't even conjure a fireball and was just a good-for-nothing who only taught everyone to sing and dance.
She didn't mention that even the small earthen mound was inspired by her visit to the big waterfall Wild Folk tribe and then constructed.
Originally, the kobolds' iron smelting didn't even have a furnace; it was just a mud pit. They would pound the iron ores into powder, knead them into mud balls, place them in a pit filled with charcoal, and then build a bonfire on top and let it burn for three days and three nights.
Whether they could smelt iron beads or not depended entirely on fate.
Just adding a small earthenware mound for heat insulation doubled the probability of obtaining iron.
Moreover, the ironware forged by the dexterous Fisa was the sturdiest and most durable, making her the best blacksmith in the lair.
Moreover, she had the best language talent and the biggest courage. She not only dared to trade with the Wild Folk tribe but also dared to negotiate with terrifying humans.
She also reorganized the hunting team, studied human tactics and weapons, and implemented a reasonable division of labor, ensuring that every kobold had something to do.
She even attempted to build a city wall in the valley!
If not for this, in a kobold tribe where status was determined by strength, how could this female kobold with relatively weak combat power be the leader?
"I never would have guessed. You're actually so smart." Leo only had sincere admiration for Fisa's self-praise and didn't mean to make fun of her at all.
Fisa's performance didn't seem like that of a kobold from a small tribe at all. Moreover, Leo had also noticed the huge changes in the Kobold Valley.
This black-and-white kobold was obviously not of the same breed as those golden-furred kobolds; the intelligence gap was too vast.
Even among the villagers in the River Bend Settlement Camp, not many were smarter than her.
Leo grabbed Freya who was chasing and playing around in the Kobold Valley, causing chaos, and then took one kobold blacksmith away.
It was impossible to choose Fisa. He was still counting on the smart Fisa to maintain good rule over the kobold tribe and not have another mindless one who only thought about fighting with humans.
The kobold blacksmith they brought back didn't understand the Imperial language very well and had great difficulty communicating with Valery.
Moreover, if it weren't for Fisa's soothing, this kobold, who was both hostile and fearful of humans, would have fled back to its lair in an instant.
But everyone wasn't in a hurry. They let the kobold stay first and get familiar with the human environment. It wouldn't be too late to communicate after the furnace was repaired.
Leo would bet that after having a few meals in the camp kitchen, this kobold blacksmith would be reluctant to go back.
This poor kobold blacksmith could do nothing but forge iron. The strange environment left him at a loss. He sat alone in the middle of the settlement camp, feeling extremely awkward.
Olivia tried to bring some kobold cubs in front of him to give him some spiritual comfort. However, the male kobold wasn't interested in the cubs at all. He even bared his fangs and let out a threatening growl, driving them away.
The kobold cubs could only crawl back whining and search for their mothers.
"Why is it that when others travel to another world, they can see a dwarf master blacksmith right away and immediately bow down to him?"
"Not even a single soul comes to my place. The only half - baked blacksmith here can only cast iron ingots, and I have to catch a kobold blacksmith to make up the number myself."
"I feel like I have to do every annoying thing myself!"
Resting his head on Olivia's lap, Leo mumbled to himself.
This other world he had traveled to seemed overly realistic.
Olivia was used to his ramblings. She casually put the ledger on Leo's forehead and recorded today's transactions and consumptions.
Looking at the numbers in the ledger that were getting increasingly large, Olivia was in a good mood.
"The village's stored grain is enough to last for a month. For the next batch of iron ores, we can exchange for more other things."
"Fifteen pounds of cheese..."
"Ten pounds of nails..."
"Two spinning wheels..."
"Twenty logging axes..."
In the distance, the young and strong men carrying the roof beams shouted in unison under the command of Valery: "Yo ho! Heave!"
After the foundation of the lord's mansion was laid, the first floor was already taking shape.
Freya, who had just come back from digging the canal, was covered in mud. She lay sprawled in the middle of the settlement camp, waving her four short paws randomly and shouting, "I won't get up! I want a hot bath!"
Listening to these sounds, Leo's troubles gradually faded away.
He wasn't the only one working hard. Everyone was striving for their home.
At night, just as Leo was about to fall asleep, he found the tent being lifted. Olivia, wearing only a linen nightgown, crawled in.
This linen nightgown had been washed so many times that its texture was sparse and it was as thin as a mosquito net.
As the fire outside flickered, her beautiful body was illuminated transparently.
"What are you doing?" Leo stared at her with wide eyes.
Olivia lay down beside Leo. Because the tent was really too narrow, she could only lie on her side, hugging Leo's arm.
"I'm afraid you'll bully Little Mouse! I'm here to supervise you!"
"Supervise me? I think you're throwing yourself into the tiger's den and seeking your own death!" Leo rolled over and pinned Olivia beneath him. Although he propped himself up on his arms, he could still feel the two soft mounds on Olivia's chest.
Just as the atmosphere was getting increasingly ambiguous, at this moment, Little Mouse, who was watching the show below, suddenly let out a scream.
A huge beast's head poked in.
"Get out! Get out!"
The three of them had six feet in total. They pressed their feet against the marmot's forehead, straining to push her out.
"I, also, want, to, stay, in, the, tent!" Freya stubbornly squeezed into the rickety little tent.
"Boom!"
Finally, the poor little tent couldn't bear it any longer and collapsed with a deafening crash.