Lynn's inquiry was not loud, yet it reverberated throughout the entire reception hall.
It wasn't just Lynn's gaze.
Seated at the dining table, the eyes of Rose and Wesley, Colin and Yimini.
Even Flint, holding a glazed wine bottle, looked curiously at Ehrelo.
The previously relaxed and leisurely banquet atmosphere gradually became heavy.
An invisible pressure weighed down on Ehrelo.
Not just because of their gazes.
More so because of the lordly aura that Master Lynn unintentionally exuded at that moment.
That aura quickened his heartbeat and breathing.
Ehrelo inhaled a sharp breath, making his voice calm and steady.
"Master, according to your calculations, it would indeed take three months."
"However, the blacksmith workshop now has seventeen hundred people."
"As I continually teach and improve their forging skills."
"The production of one thousand four hundred and fifty sets of composite armor will definitely take less than three months!"
