"If that's the case, you won't be able to leave the capital of Fareins."
Martin's smile was full of smugness.
Just as the upper echelons of the Association of Mages were all nobles, the Guild of Warriors was the same.
The capital of Fareins was a very deep place.
As the largest human country in the world, as the strongest human country in the world, its capital was naturally a gathering of big shots.
Martin's father was not only the former chairman of the Guild of Warriors, but also a marquis of his country.
The title of nobility in the Fareins Kingdom was very difficult to obtain. Below the royal family, there were two dukes, and below that, there were eight marquises.
Besides, in many cases, the strength of a force wasn't quite based on the title.
For example, a certain grand duke was a notorious weakling who, apart from the title, had no money or manpower.
Martin's family power was considered relatively powerful in the capital.
That was why he dared to talk like that.
He looked at Roland rather smugly. He was very interested in things like dragon bones.
Because as long as he got the dragon bones and put them in the Guild of Warriors, those who disobeyed him because of his abilities would certainly change their minds and greatly appreciate his abilities, making it easier for him to integrate the resources of the Guild of Warriors.
He wasn't afraid that Roland had any forces behind him.
If there was, something as important as the dragon bones shouldn't have been discussed by an unknown junior. Instead, it should have been discussed by a big shot with some weight.
Looking at the other party's smug smile, Roland frowned.
This situation could already be considered to have collapsed.
But it was also at times like this that it depended on the ability of the middleman.
Stephanie sat up straight and said, "Martin, Roland is my friend, you can think of it that way. If he doesn't have enough ability and power, there's no way he can get me to be the middleman, so you'd better reconsider your ideas and approach."
Stephanie was the First Princess, after all, and the next queen who had almost been ordained.
What she said carried a lot of weight.
Is this guy really that powerful? But why haven't I heard of him? Martin was quite puzzled, but he didn't think the First Princess's words were a lie. He took a deep breath. "Sir, are you really unwilling to sell the dragon bones to us? We can give you a good price. "
Roland still shook his head.
Dragons rarely appeared in the human world, and not all dragons could be killed casually.
Under normal circumstances, only evil dragons could be slaughtered, or they would be punished by the Good Dragon God Bahamut.
As for evil dragons … they usually wouldn't casually set foot in the human world, because there were many experts in the human world who liked to slay dragons.
For example, Hero, Hero, and Hero.
Besides, dragons weren't easy to kill. If it weren't for Andonara's help, the players wouldn't have been able to kill a white dragon with their current strength.
It might not be that easy to get another high-level dragon corpse.
Low-grade dragon bones could be used to forge weapons and armor, and the effect was also very good, but definitely not as good as high-grade dragon bones.
Therefore, dragon bones and dragon skin were limited, and this high-level White Dragon was even rarer.
Roland planned to build excellent equipment for Andonara, as well as for his friends.
If there was any surplus, he would have to use it to earn money.
He didn't have anything extra to sell to the Warrior's Guild.
Martin was not happy to see that Roland was unmoved.
But for the sake of the First Princess, Stephanie, Martin didn't want to be too aggressive.
So he said, "Friend, think about it. Only the Warrior's Guild knows how to forge dragon bones. You can't find anyone else but us."
Roland, however, didn't believe it.
The Warrior's Guild's forging skills were indeed good, but they weren't the best in the world.
There was at least one force that was firmly superior to him.
The Black Iron Dwarves.
Roland was unmoved and just chuckled. "I'll think about it."
Martin wasn't smart, but he wasn't stupid either. He could tell from Roland's demeanor and tone that the other party didn't take his words to heart. He was a little upset, but there was nothing he could do.
At that moment, he stopped chatting with Roland and focused on chatting and amusing with First Princess Stephanie.
However, Stephanie didn't want to talk to him much, and after some casual conversation, she yawned. "I'm sleepy. If you have anything to say, talk tomorrow."
Roland immediately got up and said goodbye.
Martin walked slowly. He was still hoping that the First Princess would call him back to warm the bed. What should he do?
It was better to walk slowly.
However, Stephanie's eyes didn't fall on him until he walked out of the manor.
She kept staring at Roland for a long time.
And when Roland left the manor, he went to the Moonlight Bar.
Here, he found the red-bearded dwarf, Wilmot, who was drinking heavily.
The two had worked together before.
When Roland arrived at the Moonlight Bar, he sat down and waited.
The red-bearded man and his group of friends were too drunk to notice Roland at all.
When he finished his share of the day's money, slightly tipsy, he was about to leave when he suddenly saw Roland sitting in the corner.
Roland smiled and waved at him.
After a moment of hesitation, he sat down in front of Roland.
"Long time no see, Mr. Roland," the red-bearded man greeted Roland.
"It has indeed been a long time." Roland clapped his hands and had the bartender bring two pots of good wine. He poured a glass for the red-bearded man first and said, "I'm here for you this time."
The red-bearded man took the glass with both hands, looking a little flattered. "Speak your mind."
Both sides were satisfied with their previous cooperation, so he had a good impression of Roland.
The red-bearded man thought that Roland had come over this time to work with their squad again.
Unexpectedly, however, he heard Roland say.
"You should be very good at forging."
"Better than most humans. After all, we dwarves specialize in this." Although curious as to why Roland would ask this question, the red-bearded man said truthfully, "It's just that compared to my people, my forging skills are not worth mentioning. I'm the type that's better at finding high-quality ores."
Roland understood what the other man meant.
It was just like how some farmers were good at growing rice and some were good at growing wheat.
"I wonder if you dwarves can process dragon bones."
Hearing this, the red-bearded man's eyes widened. "What, you said dragon bones?"
His loud roar startled everyone in the tavern.
Fortunately, the red-bearded man was drunk to begin with, and his pronunciation was a little unclear. No one but Roland understood what he said.
The red-bearded man woke up from his drunken stupor.
He was both surprised and delighted.
The dwarves were extremely fond of forging, so they were completely crazy about superior forging materials.
Magic crystal mines and meteorites were already rare.
Things like dragon bones, demigod bones, and the like were the top rare materials in their eyes.
The lifelong dream of many dwarves was to have a ten-centimeter-long dragon phalanx for them to forge a piece of equipment that they would not regret for the rest of their lives.
And true divine bones … divine blood, they didn't dare to think about it.
So when he heard that there were dragon bones, it was no wonder that the red-bearded man was so pleasantly surprised.
Wilmot lay on the table and stared at Roland affectionately like a young girl looking at her lover. "You only need to give me ten centimeters of dragon bones, and I'll do anything you want me to do."
Roland felt a chill run down his spine.
But thinking about the gap in strength between the other man and himself, he was relieved that he was not in danger.
"What if I want the way to process dragon bones?"
The red-bearded man nodded vigorously. "I'll give it to you too."
Roland was a little curious. "Aren't you afraid that I'll spread the way to process dragon bones all over the world?"
"No." The red-bearded man laughed. "Only you humans value forging methods as important, but in the eyes of us dwarves, it's just a more complicated and high-end method of production. It's worth a lot of money, but that's all. Compared to dragon bones, it's nothing. Even if you learn it, you won't surpass us dwarves. "
"So confident?"
"Of course." The dwarf thumped his rock-like chest. "You humans taught us magic, were you ever afraid that we would surpass you? Racial talent is here. Our forging ability is innate, and our children are better at forging than most of you adult humans. "
That was true.
A ten-centimeter dragon phalanx … what a low demand.
"Deal." Roland patted the table.
The red-bearded man was quite excited. "Then can we go find the dragon phalanx now? I want to see it now. "
"The dragon phalanx isn't here, but I can bring it to you," Roland said with a smile. "I wonder if you'd be willing to persuade your people to work for me. I have a Magic Tower in Hollevin, and I have a lot of dragon bones, and I want to forge some top-notch equipment. "
Taking a deep breath, the red-bearded man nodded. "There really is a lot of dragon bones."
"Can't say a lot, just a lot." Roland revealed a devilish smile. "Aren't you interested?"
The red-bearded man lowered his head and thought for a while, then said with difficulty, "I can pull a dozen good friends to Hollevin to be your full-time blacksmiths, but you have to guarantee that there are dragon bones to forge equipment for us, and that you have to cover food and shelter, and provide a barrel of fruit wine every ten days."
"No money?"
"No." The red-bearded man looked at Roland in pain. "I'm afraid that if I do, you won't let us use dragon bones."
So that was it.
The dwarves were really easy to satisfy.
Roland thought for a moment, handed the red-bearded man a purse of twenty gold coins, and said, "Take this money and bring your friends to Hollevin Delpon. If I'm not there, find a great beauty named Andonara and tell her that I invited you."
"Understood." The red-bearded man accepted the purse, casually weighed it, and said admiringly, "You really are a generous employer."
Even willing to pay so much for travel expenses, it seemed that after formal work, they could not only use dragon bones to forge weapons.
He might even be able to earn quite a sum of money.
After dealing with the red-bearded man, Roland came out of the Moonlight Bar and went to sit with Stephanie, asking her if she wanted to go to Delpon for a while. After all, here in the capital, she wasn't strong enough, and she might be assassinated or something.
As a result, halfway there, Roland found that the road was blocked in front and behind.
The people blocking his way were all Warriors, and there was even a Legend among them.
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