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Chapter 502 Thank you so much, you think so highly of dwarves.
"Don't worry, it's not Earth." Lin Mo waved his hand.
Thorin let out a long breath and patted his chest.
"I knew it! I thought I'd had a hearing problem from drinking too much."
"To inscribe runes on the entire planet Earth... I wouldn't even dare to dream of it..."
"It's a satellite of Earth, the Moon," Lin Mo said.
Thorin's hand froze in mid-air.
"???"
He stared at Lin Mo, opened his mouth, closed it again, and then opened it again to say:
"Isn't that still a planet?!"
Lin Mo nodded.
Thorin gave him a "Are you kidding me?" look, put his hands on his hips, and said irritably:
"Mr. Lin, thank you for thinking so highly of us dwarves."
"To inscribe runes on a planet?"
"Guess why we didn't do that back then?"
"Or should they just obediently burrow underground and build a dwarf mountain city?"
Lin Mo frowned. "Can't you do it?"
"That's definitely impossible!"
Thorin's voice rose an octave.
"To inscribe runes on a planet?!"
"Are you insane, or are we dwarves insane?"
He pointed to the sky.
"Mr. Lin, I've noticed you're becoming more and more imaginative."
"Even if the god of craftsmanship were alive, I doubt he would have dared to even consider something like this!"
Lin Mo wasn't in the mood to argue with him about these things, and said solemnly:
"Then narrow down the scope."
"Can a city, covering an area of tens of kilometers, be inscribed with gravity runes?"
Thorin was stunned.
He looked at Lin Mo's expression and confirmed that the other party was not joking.
"Are you serious?"
Lin Mo rolled his eyes.
"Otherwise, do you think I'm so free that I'd come all this way to smell your alcohol just to amuse you?"
Thorin's lips twitched, but he didn't respond.
He lowered his head, his rough fingers unconsciously stroking his beard, his eyes darkening.
After a long while, he finally spoke.
"A few dozen kilometers... that should be no problem."
Lin Mo's eyes lit up.
Thorin raised his head and said proudly:
"Don't forget how big our dwarf mountain city is."
"Which of the giant stabilizing runes, the solidifying runes, and so on engraved underneath has a smaller coverage area?"
"Since you've done it before, the principle is the same now that you're in a different place."
Lin Mo let out a long sigh of relief.
"That's fine then."
"Elder Thorin, this is what happened. The Great Xia Dynasty is planning to build a city on the moon for long-term inhabitants."
"But the moon's gravity is only one-sixth that of Earth, it's too light."
"If a person stays in that kind of environment for a long time, their bones and muscles will develop problems."
"Therefore, we need dwarven craftsmen to help inscribe gravity runes within the city limits to raise the gravity."
Thorin looked visibly confused when he heard "one-sixth".
Why is gravity only one-sixth of what it should be?
"It's related to the mass of the planet itself." Lin Mo thought about his words and tried to be as straightforward as possible.
Simply put, the heavier and larger a planet is, the stronger its gravitational pull on things on the ground.
"The heavier you feel when you stand on it."
"Blue Star and Terra are big and heavy enough that it feels normal for us to stand on them."
"The moon is much smaller and lighter than Earth, so standing on it feels like walking on cotton, it's so light."
Thorin's eyes widened as he listened.
All he knew in his life was that gravity runes could make the hammer blows on the forging table more powerful. He never imagined that the "weight" he was standing on was actually related to the weight of the entire planet.
"You mean... different planets feel different levels of weight when you stand on them?"
"right."
Thorin was silent for a few seconds, then began to recall:
"We dwarves also built airships a long time ago."
"I heard from the older generation that dwarves once flew out of Terra in airships and reached that dark place outside."
He gestured.
"They say people float in the air, and no matter how they wave their hands, it's useless; they can't even get the wine into their mouths, they just float into a ball."
"I thought it was pretty amazing at the time, and now that you mention it..."
He stroked his beard.
"Is it because they left the planet and lost that gravitational pull?"
Lin Mo nodded.
That's exactly the point.
Thorin clicked his tongue, a hint of curiosity in his eyes.
He quickly composed himself, crossed his arms, and resumed his business-like demeanor.
"Okay, it's not a problem for us to build it for you."
"How is the compensation calculated?"
Lin Mo was prepared.
"This is a huge project, and the construction period will not be short."
"My idea is to pay wages per person, with different wages for dwarf artisans of different ranks."
"Eight hours a day, paid on a daily basis, settled monthly."
Thorin waved his hand, looking impatient.
"Ugh, it's just the orcs' employment system."
"Why don't you just say this directly? Why beat around the bush with me like this?"
Lin Mo smiled and nodded.
"That's right, it's an employment system."
Thorin took a step forward, his chin slightly raised.
"But let me make this clear first, we dwarves are not those crude warriors like orcs."
"They sell physical strength, we sell our skills."
"What a third-tier dwarf craftsman can create, dozens of third-tier orcs tied together couldn't do."
"The price must be commensurate with the craftsmanship."
Lin Mo's heart skipped a beat.
This old dwarf is going to ask for an exorbitant amount.
He remained expressionless.
"Elder Thorin, there's something you need to think about carefully."
"This job doesn't require you to risk your life or go to war. You just work eight hours a day."
"The hotel provides all-inclusive accommodation and meals, and the living conditions are much better than in Terra."
"The reason why orc guards are expensive is because they risk their lives and could die at any moment."
"Yours is... different in nature."
Thorin opened his mouth, then closed it again.
To be honest, dwarves have never been employed.
The dwarves have always worked and sold their own goods, and the pricing depends entirely on their craftsmanship and quality.
If you really ask him to quote a "commission rate," he has no experience!
What I just said was definitely an attempt to inflate the price.
Seeing this, Lin Mo continued to embellish the story:
"Think about it, this is an unprecedented project, something even the god of craftsmen has never done, and you, Thorin, have done it."
"Then, could your name become a legend among the dwarves?"
Thorin's eyes lit up, and he immediately became interested, saying:
"Then... give me a fair price."
Lin Mo smiled inwardly upon seeing this.
As for the price, he had already planned it out.
Grade corresponds to ability, and ability corresponds to market price.
Level 1 is equivalent to a novice just starting out, Level 2 is like a skilled worker, and Level 3 and above are like senior technical talents.
Taking into account Terra's price levels and the purchasing power of gold coins, he quickly came up with a plan.
"Tier 3 craftsman, 100 gold coins a month."
"Tier 4, 500 gold coins."
"Tier 5, 1,000 gold coins."
"Sixth tier, five thousand gold coins per month, what do you say?"
There's no need to discuss the seventh tier; there are only a handful among the entire dwarf race, so it's impossible for them to participate.