Snorri, who was meditating while paying attention to the increase in revival points, suddenly realized that the dwarves around him looked at him in a wrong way. Their eyes were like those of thirsty travelers seeing a bucket of cold beer in the desert.
Opposite him, Brock Daminson gradually regained consciousness with the help of his disciples. He was loudly claiming that he saw the same ancestral goddess as on the ancient scrolls and sculptures.
According to him, the mother goddess Varaya had long golden hair that touched the floor. A gentle touch on the top of his head made him feel exhausted and full of energy, as if he suddenly looked hundreds of years younger!
Snorri looked at Bullock with a suspicious expression. Since he hadn't had time to apply the ritual effect on himself, Snorri couldn't figure out for a moment whether the dwarf opposite was imagining or really seeing the goddess.
With the help of a miracle, the atmosphere of the banquet changed from joyful to crazy. The dwarves present drank to their heart's content and sang loudly.
Listening to the stories told by living ancestors and praising the deeds and epics of great men is part of the dwarven entertainment culture.
Hymns to accompany drinking were so popular that many large guilds and clans even had their own choirs.
The Torrent Pass Chorus, directed by Pauling-Roaring Bull, is famous throughout the Mountain Kingdom, and they have even been invited to tour the Imperium of Man.
At this banquet, amid the enthusiastic cheers of the tribesmen, the choir sang the story of the mother goddess Varaya one after another.
However, such carnival was limited to the dwarves sitting in the audience. Snorri, who was sitting on the stage, felt that the air around him was almost frozen.
King Serendin, Master Silverfinger, the giant gatekeeper, and several other high-ranking dwarves who were qualified to sit on the stage stared at each other with sparks in their eyes.
Because of the checks and balances between them, no one has spoken to Snorri yet. Only then did Snorri realize how attractive having abundant energy is to a long-lived race like dwarves!
"All I can do is pray to the Mother Goddess. Whether divine grace will be granted depends on His will!" Snorri quickly excused himself after reacting.
Although his revival point is ushering in a new growth peak, even taking into account the expected growth, he is optimistic that he will be able to carry out two more such rituals. What if he is detained and unable to leave!
This sentence relieved the tense atmosphere on the stage. The senior officials of Torrent Pass laughed one after another and started to exchange cups.
But this feeble explanation was obviously not enough to dispel the thoughts of the dwarves in front of him. From their smiling expressions, Snorri realized that he might not be able to sleep well tonight.
The self-ringing bell on the dome struck twelve times, and the banquet came to an end. "Let me send Master Snorri back to his room!" All the dwarves said this sentence in unison. It can be seen that they have been waiting for this moment for a long time.
Finding that the tribesmen sitting with him had the same reaction as him, the dwarves showed a shy smile on their faces.
Upon seeing this, Snorri quickly expressed that he was too drunk and quickly slipped back into the room.
After closing the door, Snorri had just taken off his heavy dress jacket when he heard a "bang!" coming from outside the door, as if something heavy hit the ground.
"Oh, I still can't hide!" Snorri sighed and stood up to open the door.
Pushing open the door, he saw the silver-fingered master with white hair and beard being suppressed by the gatekeeper. The master's hands and feet were each held down by the gatekeeper with one hand, unable to trigger the runes on his body.
Looking at Snorri pushing out the door, the gatekeeper showed a simple and somewhat embarrassed smile. But he still suppressed Master Silverfinger firmly despite his struggles.
"Dear goddess' choice, I am Henryd the Dragon Slayer! Now I serve as the gatekeeper of Jufuba." The dwarf spoke, his voice seemed a bit dull.
Taking a closer look at the dwarf in front of him, Snorri realized how prominent his figure was.
If Snorri himself can be considered well-proportioned among dwarves, and Brother Gnom can be called strong, words like strong and majestic need to be used to describe this dwarf warrior.
Sitting on Master Silverfinger's back, this strong man was almost as tall as the standing Snorri, and his wide ass occupied Master Silverfinger's entire back. If he stood up, even if the dwarf had short legs, he would be more than a head taller than the average tribesman.
"Dragon Slayer..." Snorri repeated. He knew that behind this simple and straightforward title lay endless bloodshed.
"Yes, before I became a gatekeeper, I traveled across the continent as an adventurer. I killed a pointy-eared man and tamed a forest dragon on the Gray Mountains! I returned to my hometown to avoid the limelight."
Henryd raised his head proudly. He held down the silver-fingered master to prevent him from reaching out, so he pursed his lips to show Snorri to look at his back - a green dragon skin cloak with the dragon's head made into a hood.
"What does this strong man want when he comes to visit me late at night?" asked Snorri. The dwarf in front of me has a dark beard and is in the prime of life. From a visual inspection, he should not be troubled by lack of energy.
"Is it because I don't have enough energy in that area?" A hint of bad humor suddenly flashed in Snorri's heart, but he still maintained a serious expression on his face.
"My father returned to the palace of the ancestors early, and my mother raised me all the way. Her health has not been very good these years. Can you ask the goddess of the ancestors to bestow divine favor on her?"
Listening to Henryd's words, Snorri's eyes suddenly became moist. He thought of his father who worked day and night on official business and was suppressed by full of hatred. After obtaining the ritual ability, the first thing he thought of was not the elder who had always cared for him.
Snorri's silence did not surprise Henryd. Anyone with common sense knows that praying for divine favor comes at a huge cost.
In the eyes of Henryd and Master Silverfinger, Snorri was waiting for the dwarf in front of him to offer his price.
"Master Snorri, you are from a noble family and have superb skills. I am afraid that you will look down on the wealth I have gained through hard work over the years." Henryd spoke.
"I have equipment inherited from my family, but exchanging it with you is against the teachings of my ancestors. If you can ask the ancestor goddess to bless my mother, then I am willing to serve you for fifty years!" Henryd looked at Si Nori.
"With my ability, if I use standard equipment, Agrim in the north wouldn't dare to say that I can definitely beat me!"
Snorri kept nodding after hearing this. He believed in the strength of this strong man.
"Si, Snorri, don't listen to him!" Seeing Snorri's movements, Master Silverfinger spoke hastily as soon as he took a breath.
"Most of our dwarves' strength lies in our equipment! This guy is so big that he can't even wear the ancestral plate armor. How can he compete with the Butcher King with just an axe?"
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