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The palace is very spacious. Not at all diminished by the size of the dwarf. Stand inside. Look up. The tall roof makes people dizzy. And the sound of hard leather straight boots stepping on the hard yellow stone slab. It echoed even more emptyly. A feeling of insignificance arises spontaneously.
On the steps of the main hall. We finally met our destination. Tualatin's old man. Muradin, King of the Dwarves. He sat firmly on the central throne on the steps. There are also five smaller seats on each side. It's all empty. No one was sitting there.
I thought for a moment. It became clear immediately. Ten seats on both sides. It is for the ten dwarf elders below the dwarf king.
The high-level system of the dwarves. It's quite a bit like a parliamentary system. Although dwarves have the greatest rights. However, major matters must be discussed and decided with the other ten elders. And the character of the dwarves. I have never paid much attention to power. So it's like the original world. You can fight for a small official position. Brothers turn against each other. Fight to the death. Compared to this throne. I'm afraid many dwarves are willing to focus on their favorite iron smelting.
so. You can often see this scene in the dwarf palace: major matters must be voted on by all. The unanimous resolution was passed within minutes of the dwarf king's proposal. And most of the next day. The leader of these eleven dwarves was so quarreling over trivial matters in life that he blushed and his neck became thick. He even doesn't hesitate to fight.
Ahem. That's too far. Anyway. If you can ignore the dwarf's paranoid and stubborn character. Most of them are pretty cute. Of course. Just most...
Muradin, King of the Dwarves. Winter-like stumpy body. Sitting on the top throne. The short legs can't even touch the face. It looks a little slippery as it dangles in mid-air.
but. He has the aura of a superior person that was tempered by being a king. The expression is not angry but intimidating. People can't help but be in awe and dare not look down upon him in the slightest.
Such a superior aura. It can also be felt in Akara Kane Farah. Even Kasha, the old drunkard. It can also be like the bastard spirit of the protagonist in some novels. He can always be stunned at critical moments. Release it a little bit.
But there are no exceptions. I just ignored them all.
therefore. Muradin, King of the Dwarves, is in my eyes. In fact, it is a big winter melon printed in the same mold as Tualatin. If you say that he "the two are brothers." No one can disbelieve it.
certainly. His bad character is said to be comparable to that of the miser Farah. I haven't forgotten. He woke up and faced Muradin's stern gaze.
"Known as the Twin Stars of the Mainland. The youngest elder of the Human Alliance. Druid Wu Fan. Is that you?"
Dwarves have broad faces and large noses. The neck is thick and short. So when he speaks, he always has a nasal sound. But Muradin's dull voice contained sharpness. Although it is a question. But the tone left no room for denial.
"..."
The old dwarf Tualatin looked at me in surprise. seems to be saying. Okay, why didn't I know your kid had such a title?
"Yes. Alliance Elder Wu Fan. I have met His Majesty the Dwarf King."
I saluted slightly and smiled. own name. Among civilians and adventurers. Not too famous yet. However, among the top leaders of all major races, they are familiar with the mainland twin stars. It's not like the three great masters and the four great heavenly kings who have been everywhere for thousands of years and haven't seen one. Not to mention a pair. Not to mention this. There will be a marriage in the near future. It's hard not to attract the attention of these kings.
As for Tualatin, the dwarf prince. It's just that he has no self-consciousness at all. Always researching some weird stuff. It's natural not to know.
Muradin looked me over for a moment. I focused my attention on Linya, who was sitting a little further back next to me. Dumbfounded. His expression gradually softened. Those pairs were squeezed into the oily brown old face. Somewhat cloudy eyes. Revealing a trace of remembrance.
"You are Raphael's grandson, right? Like. Yes, like..."
He kept nodding. He muttered to himself. They didn't give us a chance to speak at all. Linya also bowed gently and generously. With a warm and friendly smile. It did not interrupt Muradin's memories.
"It turns out that in a blink of an eye, more than sixty years have passed..."
Muradin sighed deeply with infinite emotion. Even dwarves who live longer. How many more sixty years are there? The Zhaohua and youth that have disappeared. The good old days. But it's gone forever.
Muradin's face at this moment. It is clearly telling a heavy vicissitude.
at last. He set his sights on his unfilial son. Another change. Not the sharpness when looking at me. Nor was it looking at Linya’s kindness. But furious.
"You bastard. Do you even know how to come back? Why don't you die? Why don't you let those monsters tie you to a pillar, fry you and chop you with knives? I'm almost ashamed of you!!"
sweat! !
I thought Muradin's words were strong enough. Unexpectedly, his eyes were on Tualatin. His performance kept us from falling headfirst.
When Muradin was talking to me just now. Tualatin already looked bored. He crossed his arms restlessly. Whistle every now and then. The unscrupulous eyes clearly say: You are very wordy. Can you hurry up?
And when being scolded. This guy is even more dirty with his thick index finger. Digging his nostrils. Then he took out a lump of black stuff. Give it a flick. I almost couldn't help but kill him immediately in the name of the World Health Organization.
Facing his father's anger. He yawned out of boredom. He glanced at the other person with squinted eyes.
"Don't worry, old man. I'm not dead even if you die."
"..."
Could it be that the waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves ahead? Or can it be said that the "tiger" father has no dog son?
"You don't give me any face in front of guests? I must teach you a lesson this time."
In our dull gaze. The father and son, who had a strange relationship, were already scolding each other as if no one was watching. Muradin kicked his feet. Just jump up from the throne. He swooped towards Tualatin in a posture like a roc spreading its wings. Quite a bit like a martial arts master. Just that short and squat body shape. I can't get along with Shuangxinyuemu.
"I don't remember that you still have face.
"
Facing the old man's threat. Latin stepped forward without fear. Two fat winter melons were wrestling together. You pinch my old face. Pull your beard and you dare to put it in my eyes. I'll pick your nostrils.
"You bastard. Don't think I don't know what you are doing in the Demon Fortress. You loser!!"
That's right, that's right. Old dwarf Tualatin. If not, just make some fake artifacts to fool people. Materials are not cheap. The finished product is useless. The end is a waste of resources and no business. And it harms others but does not benefit oneself. It’s time to hit.
I secretly cheered for Mudin. And secretly took out the memory crystal. Record this scene and wait until you return to Rogge. Discuss the price with Farah, Muradin's old enemy. I believe that even Rogge is the first to dig|. I definitely won't mind bleeding once. Buy a memory crystal filled with images of your old enemy's "heroic appearance".
certainly. Great performances from Scrooge and Kane. I also have records that as long as the price offered by Muradin can make me
I wouldn't mind making a copy either...
Tualatin is no softie either. Both his skills and his words are very good. He just finished speaking. He took it.
"What qualifications do you have to criticize me? Don't think that I don't know that you were short of fusion materials last time. So I took apart the golden armrest on the throne and used it as material. Then replaced it with a gold-plated one..."
"..."
This old man should not be underestimated. My eyes blurred. Looking at Muradin's back, he was already faintly overlapping with Farah.
"You know what the heck. That armrest has been replaced by your grandpa a long time ago. When I took it back, I saw it was gold-plated inside..."
This family...
"Both of you are not that good..."
No, no, no, you three are not good people...
I kept complaining about this father-son battle for a while. After all, it is stronger with strength. The more experienced Muradin won. Twist the Tualatin into a really big winter melon. But he wasn't any better. There were clearly a few bruises on his face.
"You three have come all the way. You must be very tired. This brat must have taken you down the punishment lane again."
"Penalty Road?"
My questioning tone increased a few beats. At the same time, he looked at the old winter melon Tualatin rolling around on the bed with a sinister look.
"That's right. If a dwarf warrior makes a mistake, he must walk back and forth on the penalty lane as punishment."
angry! !
this moment. The three of us looked at Tualatin at the same time. If it weren't for the presence of his father Muradin. I'm afraid it's Linya who has the best temper. Everyone has to step forward and kick him a few times.
But think about it. I still admire this dwarf's ability to harm others without benefiting himself. For the purpose of prank. Drag us down. He even got on board with himself. There is quite a bit of ruthlessness in "deceiving others before deceiving yourself"
Look how late it is. Mudin summoned several dwarf warriors. Arrange accommodation for us in the palace. Then he dragged Tualatin, who was twisting and struggling like a maggot. He ran away in a hurry. Let us marvel at all the strange things in this world. It's surprising that such a father-son relationship can even exist.
Just make do with one night. Early the next morning. We are summoned again by Muradin. Tualatin stood beside him. Winking at us. But I feel a lot calmer than yesterday. It seems that he was severely punished by his father last night.
"As for your purpose this time. I have already received a notice from Akala. At this time of crisis, we, the dwarf clan, are happy to reach reconciliation with humans. But there are some rules. We still need to discuss them carefully first."
Said. His eyes fell on Linya. It was obvious that she was the person in charge of this negotiation. And I'm just a part-time bodyguard in name only.
"Although you are Lar's granddaughter, don't even think about making us dwarves give in because of this.
"
"Of course. Your Majesty the Dwarf King. Although grandma is the person I respect the most, our Edward family will never entrust our strength to the glory of anyone."
Linya bowed gracefully. That nobility on his face. Elegant. Wisdom. Calm. A calm yet friendly smile. I almost couldn't believe it. She turned out to be the one who often blushed shyly in front of her. The girl next door showing off the charming and loving attitude of a little woman.
"well said."
Muradin slapped his palm. It was obviously because of Linya's womanizing temperament. I loved it when I arrived.
"Damn it, old man. Where are you shooting?!"
Stand nearby. Tualdin, who was slapped away by Muradin's palm, was immediately furious.
"It's just. There is still trouble..."
Muradin simply ignored his son's existence. Instead he sighed. Following his sigh. The air seemed a little heavier. Let people know. What he said next was not a joke.
"It's a pity. If you had been looking for another year and a half, maybe things could be settled soon. Now..."
"What happened to the dwarves?" Tualatin looked hesitant. I felt bad.
A man’s seventh sense tells me. The protagonist's tragic aura of "turning nothing into a trivial matter and turning a trivial matter into a big one". Started again.
"That's right. It's indeed a big problem." He said. Mudin pointed to the seats on either side of him. asked.
"You are not curious. Where did the ten elders who were supposed to greet you with me go?"
Well. Speak the truth. Not curious at all. Who knows what your dwarf customs are like for welcoming guests?
but. Muradin actually asked this. I had no choice but to cooperate and nodded with interest.
"Actually, there is a problem in our other dwarf villages. Ten elders have already brought a large number of brave dwarf warriors to support them."
"support?"
God. Why is my seventh sense for men always so accurate. Will I die if I guess wrong once? ! !
"That's right. About half a year ago. The originally peaceful small village was suddenly attacked by a large number of monsters. The casualties were huge. And not only that. Since then, the number of those monsters seemed to be endless. They kept attacking. Our village. It’s killing us. We’re struggling.”
Said. He glared hard at Tualatin beside him. Probably blaming the clan for such a big incident. He is still relaxing in the Demon Fortress. Tualatin also lowered his head with difficulty.
"You probably also know. For such a big thing as forming an alliance with humans, I can't make the decision alone. I have to wait for the other ten elders to come forward together and vote together to make a decision. So..."
Finished. Muradin gave them a helpless look.
Linya and I looked at each other. On the way here. We hid in the small tent and played with our fingers. Running my head and calculating. All possible accidents that may occur after arriving at the Dwarf King's City have been sorted out. Then analyze how to deal with it. But I just didn't expect this.
It felt like a punch that had been waiting for a long time. Hit on cotton. All your efforts were in vain. Sure enough, it is not as good as God.
The first step in this negotiation. It was originally in the hands of Muradin. so. We all looked at him in unison. Let’s see what good suggestions he has.
"I think this is it. Regarding the terms of this alliance, we can discuss it first. Make a draft. Then wait for a while. Ten elders will come back. Let's discuss and decide immediately."
Muradin probably already made his decision. So I didn’t even think about it. Just say it directly.
Except that seems to be the case. There is no other better way. Linya and I nodded. I feel a little depressed.
monster. When can we fight back? Those ten elders. When can I come back? We don't want to stay here for a year and a half.
Sure enough, it is still very tragic. Akara explained | He time. Why couldn't you take my tragic aura into account?
