Eric remembered that gunpowder was invented long ago in history, but initially, it wasn't used for war; instead, fireworks made from it became a brilliant cultural feature lasting for thousands of years.
He suddenly remembered the years in his previous life; every Tet, the night sky was lit up by blooming fireworks. Adults and children gathered in the yard, looking up at the sky together.
That scene had been etched in his mind for many years. Later, when he grew up, even though he could afford to buy lots of fireworks, the state had banned firecrackers. Thinking back, he still felt extremely regretful.
So, he could let the Dwarves try making some fireworks and firecrackers to see...
Eric stroked his chin, a mischievous idea popping up in his head.
"Kid Eric!"
Suddenly, an urgent call rang out in the yard. Eric recognized Thomas's voice and hurried out the door.
Thomas rushed in: "People from the Golden Kingdom came to the Dwarves demanding weapons; you should go see quickly."
