Raising the Northern Grand Duchy as a Max-Level All-Master

Chapter 57.1

The Listener of the North (3)

‘The color isn’t white porcelain.’

As I pulled the pottery directly from the kiln, I stared at it with eyes full of amazement.

‘This is... celadon!’

What emerged from the kiln was a stunning blue-green ceramic.

‘But how? I didn’t add saltpeter.’

Of course, celadon exists on Earth too. Goryeo celadon, to be specific.

‘But it’s a little different from Goryeo celadon.’

This wasn’t the same as Goryeo celadon. After all, Earth doesn’t have magic stones. This had to be nothing more than a coincidence.

‘Did it happen because I mixed in that black soil from the old greenhouse farm?’

Just as white porcelain from this world differs in luster and color from the white porcelain of Earth, the same could be said of this celadon.

The celadon from the North, made using powdered magic stones, had a lighter hue than Earth’s celadon.

‘Was it like this in the game too?’

Even as a seasoned veteran of Silver Age 1, I hadn’t paid much attention to pottery production.

Despite being a jack-of-all-trades max-level character, all I remembered was vague knowledge like, “Do it like this, and you’ll get a pretty vase.” I didn’t have any detailed information about celadon or white porcelain.

“This is the most beautiful blue I’ve ever seen in my life.”

“It’s even more beautiful than Eastern white porcelain! I mean it!”

Once all the ceramics were pulled from the kiln, Mary and Teo gazed at them with trembling eyes, admiring each and every piece.

‘This is strange. I used all kinds of different magic stones, so why do they all have the same blue color?’

As I examined the celadon pottery, I tilted my head in confusion.

I didn’t know the reason, but I didn’t feel the need to investigate it further.

What mattered was that the result was good, and I had plenty of other things to handle.

Thus, the first-ever production of celadon in the North and all of Arcadia had ended in success.

But there was still one more step for me.

‘Quality testing.’

I picked up a finished celadon piece and tapped it with my finger.

Tang, tang, tang.

A clean, clear ringing sound echoed—like the chime heard from high-quality white porcelain.

‘Hmm...?’

I picked up the vase that Teo had made and examined it.

‘There’s a small flaw.’

On the side of Teo’s vase, there was a tiny pinhole-sized defect.

I shot a glance at Teo to gauge his reaction.

‘It’s for personal use anyway, so I’ll let it slide.’

According to quality control standards, a piece with even a minor flaw like this would normally be smashed without hesitation.

But since it wasn’t for sale, I decided to let it pass.

I didn’t want to risk souring my relationship with the employees over something like this.

“Boss! We did it! We did it! Our company’s going to be rich! No, the entire North and Renslet will be rich!”

Completely oblivious to the fact that his vase had a flaw, Teo shouted with delight, practically bouncing in place.

‘If I think back to the Arad Salt days, it’s a bit regrettable.’

I praised Mary and Teo, who had spent two days making pottery with me.

“Now, I’m going to make something clear here and now.”

After briefly acknowledging their hard work, I turned back to the celadon.

I still had something left to do.

If the celadon pieces I, Arad, made had any defects, I wouldn’t be able to stand it.

“Quality control!”

I picked up a stew bowl that caught my eye. Its edge was slightly chipped.

CRASH!

Without hesitation, I threw it on the ground.

“Aaaah!”

“Hngk!”

Mary let out a loud scream, and Teo sucked in a sharp breath.

“...Hmm?”

But I tilted my head in confusion.

“Why didn’t it break?”

The celadon, despite being thrown with full force, was perfectly intact.

“Arad Company’s first rule is...”

I picked up the blue bowl again.

“QUALITY CONTROL!”

I threw it even harder this time.

CLANG!

The bowl still didn’t break.

No matter how many times I threw it, the ceramic wouldn’t break.

The only thing that echoed throughout the factory floor was the clear, crisp chime of porcelain.

Clang!

“Quality!”

Clang!

“Control!”

Even after several attempts, the bowl remained perfectly intact.

“No way...”

At this point, I couldn’t help but feel something was off.

I picked up a different piece of celadon and threw it at the ground as well.

Clang!

Still unbroken.

“......?”

“......!”

Mary and Teo had already clutched their own celadon creations tightly to their chests, trembling as if I might seize them next.

They looked at me like squirrels guarding their last stash of nuts for winter.

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