Chosen Mate Of The Beastmen Empire novel Chapter 392

Chapter 392 

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The 5,000 light cavalry marched day and night, and within just ten days, they reached Kellingtown, looking worn out and tired. Only when they witnessed the delivery and ensured that the supplies had safely reached the army did they finally breathe a sigh of relief. 

After resting for a night, the next day, Erik personally met with the fifth–rank officer leading the troops, Jax Shaw. 

Jax, overjoyed by this honor, turned red in the face. His eyes were full of admiration and respect for Erik, almost speechless. 

Although Jax was a few years older than Erik, he genuinely admired this young general. 

A couple of years ago, he had questioned whether Aurelius favored his relatives by letting such a young man lead an army into battle, but after witnessing the countless victories and being continually amazed by his brilliant strategies, Erik had become for Jax the embodiment of the star of war. 

Jax was a straightforward military officer, always simple–minded with little to no complexity in his thoughts. When someone 

capable impressed him, he would genuinely admire them, no matter their age or status. 

Last year, Erik injured his leg, and Jax also wallowed in depression and sorrow for a long time. 

But unexpectedly, fate smiled upon him. Now, Erik had returned to the battlefield, and Jax had caught Aurelius’s eye, gaining favor and even the chance to fight alongside his idol. 

Tilting his head back, he drank a full cup of wine, and the more he thought about it, the more excited he became, causing his scalp to tingle. 

He knelt and loudly declared, “His Majesty has commanded that there is something in the supplies that must be delivered to General intact, to be managed and disposed of as the General sees fit.” 

Ten telescopes filled a box that he had carried with him throughout the journey, never letting it out of his sight, fearing something might go wrong. 

With just a glance, Erik would know that the box came from his own craftsmen. 

He reached out, took it, weighed it, couldn’t guess what was inside, but didn’t rush to open it. He helped Jax up and said, “Thank you for your hard work.” 

“N–No trouble,” Jax stammered, scratching his head and hesitating for a long time before adding, “His Majesty said… this… this was designed by your wife.” 

Erik’s cold face revealed no emotion, but if Jax had been a little more observant, he might have noticed his ears turning slightly red and that he held the box even tighter. 

Back in his room, he closed the door and dismissed everyone. He quickly pressed a few buttons on the mechanism, and with a “click,” the box popped open slightly. 

The contents inside were revealed, and they were nothing like what he had imagined. 

They were not delicate little items for women, but rather a few unremarkable iron cylinders, which made a cold, clinking sound when they collided. 

No matter how much Erik imagined, he couldn’t see how his wife would attach any sentimental value to these. 

He pressed his thin lips together and turned the small box upside down. He didn’t even find a note from Nyx, and finally, he was defeated, 

With no one else around, the young man’s handsome face showed an undisguised expression of frustration. 

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He stood there for a moment before casually picking up one of the iron cylinders. He studied it from all angles, far and near, and finally, by accident, aligned his eyes with one end. 

In an instant, Erik’s face changed dramatically. 

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His mood shifted drastically in a short time, and Erik put in some effort to calm himself, his expression barely composed. 

He picked up every iron cylinder in the box and looked at them one by one, his heart pounding harder in his chest, thumping loudly. 

This was simply the most timely help in adversity. 

He had always dreamed of enhancing his scouts‘ vision to help him survey the mountain terrain, and now, someone had actually delivered these extraordinary items to him, which could even be called All–seeing Eyes. 

Staring at the iron cylinders in the box, Erik counted them repeatedly, and his gaze was suddenly drawn to one that was slightly different from the others. 

He held his breath, eagerly reached out to grab it, then carefully picked it up, his fingertips slowly rubbing over the inconspicuous wolf–shaped pattern carved on it, along with the two neat and familiar words “Pale Wolf.” His eyes immediately rekindled with light, a near–drunken gleam appearing in them. 

The craftsmen from the family had remarkable skills, but they had never made something as fascinating as this. 

Erik knew it was Nyx. She had designed these All–seeing Eyes to solve his urgent problem. 

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When the good news from Kellingtown reached Hilltop City, Nyx was in the workshop, covered in soot and watching people burn glass. 

Despite her disheveled appearance, with the corner of her clothing even accidentally burned through, her eyes were sparkling as she stared at the delicate glass cups, as if she saw countless shining silver coins waving at her. 

Ancient craftsmen’s hands were truly skilled, achieving such a level of artistry with nothing but manual labor. 

Nyx held the glass cup, which could be called a piece of art, in her hands and marveled at it, constantly praising it. 

The craftsmen, embarrassed by her praise, blushed and scratched their heads but couldn’t help standing a little taller, reporting to her, “The glass can now be burned steadily, though the output is still small. The young master has set up two more furnaces, and after they’re ready, we’ll be able to produce more every day…” 

“Hmm, no rush.” Nyx listened patiently, nodding. 

There was no need to increase the output too much. Things that were rare were valuable, and if they became too common, they would lose their worth. She had to find the right balance. 

“You know better than I what kind of things the nobles like, so make it the way they like,” Nyx smiled with a hint of mischief in her eyes. 

Since they were going to target the wealthy, it only made sense to cater to their tastes. 

Over the past few days, the family’s craftsmen had become deeply enamored with this young, beautiful, and extraordinarily capable lady, almost worshipping her like a fairy. When they heard her orders, they immediately agreed, eager to meet her expectations. 

The old master, being more thoughtful than the younger ones, stroked his long beard and pondered. “The glass has been made, but have you thought about how to open the market, madam?” 

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No matter how exquisite something was, it needed marketing if they wanted to sell it at a high price. 

The family owned many shops, but none of them sold luxury or high–value goods. If the glass were displayed in those shops, it would probably gather dust, attracting no interest from the right customers.