When Laing arrived at the dwarven blacksmith workshop on the banks of the Sinon River, Anglo and the others were already there.
A large group of long-bearded dwarves were gathered in the blacksmith workshop. They visited the equipment built by Deron Fiennes and nagged endlessly. The main content was first complaining that the necessary materials were not very complete, then complaining that the hydraulic stamping device here was not effective, then complaining that the quality of the anvil and hammer was not good, and finally complaining that the lunch provided by Laing was not good.
Some dwarves said that the meat was too old and not well made.
Some dwarves said that the meat was too tender, with blood streaks, and not chewy.
Some dwarves said that the meat was not old or tender, and had no characteristics.
This made the butler, Katzenberg, who was in charge of the reception, sweat profusely. He was at a loss for what to do with these long-bearded dwarves.
What no one knew was that these long-bearded Dwarves were actually quite satisfied with this blacksmith workshop. However, it was a habit of these long-bearded Dwarves to nitpick. For Dwarves, they absolutely couldn't accept being suppressed by humans in terms of technology and engineering, even if they were hired by humans!
The president of the Dwarven Rune Craftsmen Association, Clark Harsh, did not say much. Many of his white beards had already drooped to the ground. Clark looked at the drawings carefully and did not say a word.
As the oldest rune craftsmen among the dwarves and the president of the association, Clark Harsh had always been a man who did not like to talk much, or it could be said that all master rune craftsmen were like this.
"A full barrel of beer is silent, but half a barrel of beer is swaying."
— Dwarven proverb to describe those who were not good at learning but liked to show off their skills and knowledge.
"How is it? Can you make my weapon, Mister Dwarf? "Anglo asked Clark – Grim with a hopeful look on his face.
The World Eater was wearing a dwarven enchanted mithril plate armor. Anglo, who was more than two meters tall, looked very tall in front of Clark, who was only one and a half meters tall. Clark was forced to raise his head and talk to Anglo. "This kind of weapon, this kind of weapon … You really think it's easy, this kind of weapon for dwarves …"
"For dwarves?" Anglo's heart sank when he heard this. He complained in his heart that the Emperor would not give him a weapon, so he had to beg the dwarves in a humble manner.
"To the dwarves … of course it's not a problem!!!" Clark's face was flushed red. He reached out his hand and slammed it hard on the big table, leaving a huge handprint on the wooden table. "Very good, this is a brand-new technique and rune engraving method that I have never seen before! After more than five hundred years, I finally have a new challenge! "
"Great!" Anglo finally smiled. When he saw Laing come in, he said happily, "Brother, we finally have a weapon."
"Very good!" Laing was also overjoyed. He respectfully saluted Clark, "Thank you very much, Master Clark!"
"You don't have to thank me. I only came down the mountain because of the blueprint and the pledge money that you promised." Clark did not respond to Anglo and Laing's gratitude. The master was more than a thousand years old, and he had seen too many things in his life. "I'll take the blueprint. Where's the pledge money?"
"Here." Anglo took out a big bag filled with pledge money.
"Okay." Clark turned his head and motioned for the dwarves to check.
A long-bearded dwarf came up and took the big bag from Anglo's hand. He directly cut open the bag with a sharp blade, and a large amount of pledge money spilled out and all of it fell to the ground.
"What is the meaning of this? Mister Dwarf? "Anglo was a little dissatisfied. It was obvious that the dwarf did not trust him.
"We have done a lot for the humans, Mister Anglo, but not all of them are sincere to us. In order to avoid some unpleasant things, we need to settle the accounts in advance. You get what you pay for." Clark Grimace carried his doomsday anvil to the middle of the workshop and began to ignite the huge forging furnace. The golden-top, grey-base forging furnace was ignited with a magic wind. The dwarven rune craftsmen blew the bellows, brought in a few big basins of water, and pushed the coal in a wheelbarrow.
This doomsday anvil was the most precious treasure of the dwarves. It had been passed down from ten thousand years ago to the present. It was said that the main god of the dwarves, Granny, used it and had been passed down to the present day. The whole anvil was engraved with sacred runes and was completely made of vibranium.
Deron Fienson, a rune craftsman hired by Laing, explained to Anglo, "My count, Mister Anglo, the dwarves have been cheated more than once during the settlement of accounts, including the humans. Master Clark does not trust anyone. He is used to settling accounts first and then working. Otherwise, he will not even listen to the orders of the Supreme King."
Anglo's face was not very good. "Well, as long as the weapon is fine."
The long-bearded dwarf warrior took one hundred and fifty-five pieces of pledge gold and put the remaining twenty to thirty pieces back into the bag. "Not a penny more, not a penny less. We'll return the rest to you. We're going to make a weapon for you. The dwarves' method of making runic weapons is a secret. Please leave us alone."
"What about me?" Deron asked, trying to please him.
"Come and help me, Deron. I want to see if you have made any progress over the years!" "I've seen your work. Although it's still bullshit, at least it's not out of shape. I want to see if you can learn more advanced rune engraving." The voice of Clark, the Grim Warrior, was as hard as a rock.
"Ah?! Yes! Yes! "Deron trotted all the way to Clark happily.
It was the supreme honor of a rune craftsman to be taught by Clark, Grimmer!
As everyone knew, there were not many dwarf rune craftsmen left. These living priceless treasures communicated the last rune knowledge of the golden age of the dwarves. Many powerful war runes and enchantment runes had been lost, and the reason was that the rune craftsmen did not think it was worth teaching.
These rune knowledge and techniques gradually withered until they were completely forgotten. People could only find a few words about some powerful runes from those ancient books and scrolls. The rune craftsmen would never and could not be forced. In the long years, the power of rune magic made them more and more stubborn. Only those who were qualified could learn the most advanced knowledge of rune magic.
Now Clark, the president of the Dwarf Rune Craftsmen Association, was willing to teach him a thing or two. How could this not make Deron Fiennes ecstatic?
"Go out, humans. Give me three days, and I will naturally make the weapons you want." Clark, Grimmer, saw that Laing and Anglo were still standing at the door, so he said impatiently, "Go out now, immediately, or this deal is off!"
"Okay, okay, let's go out." Laing shrugged helplessly. He simply pulled Anglo out and said, "Let's go, brother."
"Okay." Anglo muttered, "I was going to see if the dwarves would praise Omnisaiah or something like that before making weapons."
"That's a machine, not a blacksmith, right? The dwarves should be praising the Lord Glanny. "
"That's about it, that's about it."
In the end, Anglo was pulled out of the blacksmith workshop by Laing. The bright sun shone on the Earl of Glamorgan's territory. The breath of summer was higher and higher, and the clear river was flowing. The two of them strolled by the Shinon River and chatted casually.
"Brother, want a sip?" Anglo took the kettle from his waist, which contained the Bagman beer he bought from the dwarves. This kind of dark beer and Kislöw vodka were Anglo's favorite drinks. He also preferred honey wine and Brittany brandy.
"It smells good." Laing took the kettle and took a big gulp. The thick and long taste of the Bagman beer and the refreshing stimulation made him so comfortable that he closed his eyes.
"Brother, the dwarves are the kind of people who hold grudges. You have to see this. They'll write it down in a little notebook and look at it when they have nothing to do. They'll be so angry that their teeth itch." After drinking a mouthful of dark beer, Laing returned the kettle to Anglo and said with a smile, "Do you know the story of two and a half gold coins?"
"The story of two and a half gold coins?" Anglo took a big gulp and burped in satisfaction. "I haven't heard of it. What's the story? Is it related to the dwarves?"
"About 95 years ago, the Kurfürst of the Empire and the Kingdom of Dwarves reached an agreement." Laing told a story. "The Grand Duke of Ostermark and the Kurfürst of Becafen planned to build a castle in the province of Ostermark that was sturdy enough to guard against the possible invasion of the tribes of Chaos in the north. The Kurfürst chose to give the big project to the dwarves. The two parties agreed on a price, and then the dwarves started the construction."
"It took about two years for the dwarves to build an excellent defensive castle named Krieghoff. The castle guarded the road between Becafen and the Kingdom of Kislöw. The Kurfürst was very satisfied after inspecting it. He began to pay the construction fee."
"The payment for the project was loaded by the Kurfürsten in 144 trolleys and delivered to the dwarves. The thing should've been over just like that, but when the dwarves counted the money, they discovered that two gold coins and fifty silver coins were missing from the wages that they agreed on." Laing didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "The dwarves burst into fury. They sent people to Becafen, the capital of the province of Ostermark, in person, demanding an explanation from the Kurfürst."
"Good heavens." Angelo already knew what had happened. He covered his face with his hands, unable to look at it.
"The Kurfürst did not take the dwarves' inquiry seriously at all. He casually said that there might be losses in the transportation, and that the money I paid was correct. I was not responsible." Laing finished the story. "Seeing that the Kurfürst refused to give an explanation, the dwarves were infuriated. So, the dwarves gathered an army from Carrack Kaderin. The army broke into the Krieghoff castle that the dwarves had just built and razed it to the ground. Then, they angrily said that it was the price for deceiving the dwarves!"
"In the end, faced with the siege of the dwarves, the Kurfürst could only pay the 'balance' of two gold coins and fifty silver coins, and the dwarves finally retreated. In the end, the castle was gone, the defenders were gone, and the money was gone. It was truly a loss."
"Hahahahaha! I'm truly convinced. Are the dwarves so vengeful? " Anglo laughed out loud and shook his head. "Alright, whatever the dwarves say, we'll do."
"Hahahaha." The two of them laughed nonstop on the road.
Soon after they walked out, Hex, a knight under Laing's command, came over on a horse. "My lord!"
"What's wrong?" Laing raised his head and looked at the knight who was sweating all over.
"A large group of High Elves has arrived in Gene Town. They specifically asked to see you!" Hex's forehead was sweating.
"Okay, I'm on my way." Laing thought that Tegris had arrived. He turned around and asked, "Brother, do you want to go and take a look together?"
"Okay."
… …
Today, Gene Town was very lively. Because of the arrival of a High Elf army, a large number of humans gathered to watch. The serfs gathered, partly out of fear and partly out of curiosity, to watch the High Elf army brutally.
"Elves! Elves! "
"Don't we see elves all the time?"
"Are you blind? What do you know? They are High Elves, not the Wood Elves that we often see! "
"Wow! They are the legendary High Elves! This is the first time I've seen them! "
"So beautiful, so powerful! So neat! "
Hundreds and thousands of serfs rushed out of the town to watch the High Elves' army. They stuck their heads out and pointed at the High Elves' army. The serfs were curious, but not too hostile. As this town was a fixed trading point with the Wood Elves, the residents often saw the Wood Elves, so they were not surprised by the pointy ears.
The High Elves were very annoyed by the rude behavior of the humans. The Horus Magic Swordsman Zoltan came to Tegris' side and said, "Sir Tegris, these monkeys don't know what's good for them."
"Quiet, we're here to find someone, not to teach the humans a lesson." Tegris leaned on Lilith's Moon Staff. His gaze first landed on the walls of Zeon Town and the cannons on the towers, then on the group of Wood Elves who were driving the carts into the town. There was a rare interest in his voice. "Interesting, Laing Macado actually established a trading relationship with Eislay. I remember that Eislay only chooses the most trustworthy humans to trade with."
"This human hero can kill 'Red Eye' Eislay Stillbjorn, which means that his strength should not be a problem. To be recognized by the Wood Elves, it means that his strength and trustworthiness are recognized by the Wood Elves. And look." Tegris' gaze moved. "There are many dwarves there."
"To be able to kill 'Red Eye', this guy named Laing has some ability … Dwarves, monkeys, and our distant relatives. Other than the Chaos bastards, the three things I dislike the most in this city are all gathered here." The Horus Magic Swordsman Zoltan shook his head.
"Shut up, Zoltan." Tegris looked up. "Our compatriots are here."
A group of Wood Elves came before him. "Sir Tegris, greetings. I didn't expect you to come here. I'm the Lord of the Woodland, Dellina. May I ask why the relative of Assur from Ossouin is here?"
"I'm here to see Count Laing Macado." Tegris remained expressionless. His attitude was very calm. "I didn't expect to see Eislay. I'm very happy. I bring greetings from His Majesty Finnuba, the Phoenix King, and Her Majesty Alariel, the Eternal Queen."
"Thank you. I'll pass on your message." Dellina nodded and smiled. "Meeting your compatriots is indeed a lucky day. May Kunos and Aisha bless you. But I think our conversation ends here. Sir Laing is here."
"…" Tegris followed Dellina's gaze.
By the Sinon River, Laing and Anglo appeared in front of the High Elves. Anglo spoke in fluent Elvish. "Welcome, guests from Ossouin. I'm Laing, Laing Macado, the Lady's Chosen Champion."
"Tegris, the supreme mage of the White Tower Magus Council of the High Elves, Savruhus."
"Nice to meet you."
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