There is basically no lighting in the dwarf's mountain fortress. If you want to judge the passage of time, you often need to rely on the graduated candles produced by the lighting supplies guild.
This kind of candle burns stably in a windless underground environment. It is designed through precise calculation so that each mark is just enough to burn for one hour.
With three candles burning in the room, the moon was already high in the sky, and the two young dwarves in Snorri's room were burping in front of the sheep bones on the table.
"Cousin, at such a young age, you have mastered master-level runes at such a young age. I read a book and only Tourni (the god of rune blacksmiths mentioned earlier) has done it, and that is Granny. And Varaya’s biological son.
I heard from the soldiers, they said that you have been blessed by Varaya, laugh, laugh to death, hahaha! Hiccup, the ancestors and gods haven’t performed miracles for many years. Let me see, you might be her illegitimate child! "
Balin was drunk and began to talk nonsense, while Snorri crossed his short legs and used a mutton bone as a toothpick to pick his teeth.
"My health is not good at all. It's really inconvenient to cross my legs!" Knowing that an elder might visit in the evening, Snorri barely touched the barrel of ale in front of him. On the contrary, Balin was extremely excited and drank his barrel of wine. All gone.
"When the time comes, cousin, you gather a large army and lead a bunch of hammer guards, and then bring dozens of flame cannons to regain the fortress and become a lord. It's not just a joke, hahaha!
You will surely not forget me, right? Just give me an official position, I'm good at finance and internal affairs! When I saw that, how could Destiny’s parents beg me? Hahaha! "Bahrain's imagination took full flight with the help of alcohol.
"Dozens of flame cannons? How dare you think about it? Why don't you arrange an airship for me! Well, according to the dwarf's age, Bahrain is still a minor. He wouldn't have become the hero of a slap-in-the-face novel at such a young age. There is a way out, looking at this situation, could there be a chance of breaking off the engagement?"
Although they are not too old in both lives, Snorri still has experience far beyond his peers with his rich knowledge of literature (laughs).
While enjoying with great interest the drunken speech of the protagonist of the template for breaking off the engagement in another world and slapping him in the face, Snorri listened carefully for possible sounds at the door.
Finally, he heard the knock on the door that he had longed for. He held down Balin, who was unsteady and still trying to open the door, and moved him to the bed in the back room. Snorri opened the door.
At the door, a dwarf whose face was obscured by a hood flashed into the room.
"Snorri Thorson?" the dwarf spoke, and he could tell that he was an elder. The wisdom and vicissitudes contained in his voice were something that the dwarves of his father's generation did not have.
"Uncle Iron Chisel, eh, master?" Although Snorri had already guessed the identity of the visitor, he still couldn't help but ask.
"Ha, that's right." The old dwarf took off his hood, revealing a kind face. His snow-white beard had grown to his knees, and his eyebrows were almost pure white. He was the same as the older dwarf Snorri had met before. People are different. His face has not been damaged by wind and frost, and there are no scars that many old dwarves regard as medals.
(For dwarves, who almost all troops wear heavy armor, the exposed face is an easily injured part)
The old dwarf straightened his back and glanced around the room, with a smile on his face.
"It's been a long time since I've been to this floor! I think I lived next door to you for many years when I was a prince. It's been more than two hundred years, but nothing has changed."
He wrinkled his nose and took a breath, "Hey, roasted blue sheep and ale, you really know how to enjoy it, young man! Let me guess, is it Bergman No. 7 or Collison Selection?"
Before Snorri could answer, he started talking to himself again, "It seems that Thorgrin has done really well over the years. I still remember that when I became a rune blacksmith, I shared a roasted suckling pig with some of my brothers and that was it. Hahaha!"
Master Chisel was about to continue his memories when Snorri couldn't help but interrupt him:
"The roasted suckling pig you ate with your brothers when you became a rune blacksmith, what about when you became a rune master?"
The old dwarf rolled his eyes at Snorri and smiled:
"Do you think that everyone is as favored by the Mother Goddess as you, and can master master-level runes in less than two years after becoming a rune blacksmith? This master is as smart as a villain, and he only became a rune blacksmith in his early three hundred years. Master Wen’s, at that time, it was harmful, so don’t mention it!”
Seeing that he had said the wrong thing, Snorri quickly apologized.
"As people get older, they talk too much and almost forget important things!" The old dwarf patted his forehead, "Come on, what is the name of your rune? Show it to me!"
Snorri quickly took out the scroll from his arms and handed it over.
Master Iron Chisel took the scroll and unfolded it. When he saw the runes, he nodded: "Well, the strength of this magical wind is undoubtedly a master-level rune!"
He stretched out his fingers to touch the runes again. Snorri was startled when he saw this, "Uncle, be careful!".
The old dwarf's fingers touched the runes, but the huge fireball he saw before did not appear.
"Don't worry, young man, you have to trust your beard and experience! I can forge more runes than you have ever seen!"
Iron Chisel swayed his snow-white beard while carefully feeling the flow of magical wind in the runes with his fingers.
"The mechanism of this rune is somewhat similar to the rune of anger and destruction, but, well, the structure of this energy circuit is something I have never seen before. Judging from the seal carving marks, it is indeed fresh!"
He put down the scroll and turned to Snorri:
"If some old guy hadn't figured out the method of carving this rune from somewhere, then traveled thousands of miles to Karaz-a-Karak, avoided the supervision of the patrol team, and successfully carved the rune, but by chance, If your kid gets it,"
He paused, and a smile spread across his cheeks, "Then I can call you Master Snorri!"
Although Snorri was well prepared when he heard this, he still couldn't help but want to jump up to celebrate. Suddenly he realized something was wrong.
"Isn't Master Iron Chisel here to share with me his experience in passing the guild review? How come he seems to be here to congratulate me?"
As soon as his mind changed, he suppressed his body's reaction.
"But uncle, I heard that there is still an assessment for our Rune Blacksmith Guild to pass later," Snorri said slowly, considering the words.
"Have some patience, kid. Don't interrupt me in a hurry. What did I say? I can call you Master Snorri, but I didn't say that others can, hahaha!" The old dwarf smiled slyly and made a joke.
"You can keep your composure at a young age. Yes, yes, he is a person who can do big things! When I was your age, well, you are less than a hundred years old. If I hear this news, I am afraid that it will not be the invitation to the wedding banquet. It’s written!”
The Iron Chisel Master was full of praise for Snorri's performance. He is extremely talented but not outstanding. Who doesn't like it?
"Come on, let me tell you about my review process back then. I also participated in several reviews after I became the vice president of the association. Let's talk about it one by one."
Master Iron Chisel sat down and stroked his beard and prepared to speak. Snorri was so interested that he handed over the wine glass.
At this moment, there was only a "click" sound, and the door that had just been repaired was broken again!
