After getting Snorri's consent, Bullock felt relieved.
"Go home quickly! Say goodbye to your mother. She won't have a chance to pamper you anymore if she wants to!" Looking at Brim's retreating figure, Bullock sighed.
"Oh, thank you so much this time. If it weren't for you, Brim would be in trouble!"
"It doesn't matter, President, this is what I should do. The precious strength of our dwarves should not be wasted by meaningless internal friction. I will take good care of Bream, don't worry!" Snorri comforted him.
"Well, when you need to buy war machines or engineering objects in the future, just come to me and I will give you the best discount within my power!"
"Another unexpected surprise!" Snorri thought. As a time traveler, he is very fond of words such as high-end technology, fire suppression and so on.
Since he needed to leave Rapids Pass before midnight, Snorri's rest of the trip was very tight.
He took advantage of President Bullock's ride and quickly went to the major chambers of commerce in Torrent Pass to finalize a trade agreement with Brother Genom and Karak-Vine City.
Soon there will be a convoy carrying the raw materials and living supplies needed to rebuild the mountain fort to Shanhu Fort, and then return to purchase crudely refined meteorite ore.
Before the chime clock struck twelve, Snorri arrived at the side door of Jufuba ahead of time. This time, without King Serendin accompanying him, and with Brim, his exiled companion, he could only leave through the side door.
When he arrived, he found that in addition to Brock and his son and the ten Hammer of Eternity guards, there were two other dwarves at this inconspicuous door.
One of the women who was holding Bream crying was obviously the wife of President Bullock, and the other was the gatekeeper Henryd-Dragon Slayer whom he had seen the night before.
Seeing that Brim's mother had a lot to say to him, Henryd pulled Snorri aside.
"There's really no need to discuss it?" Although the gatekeeper tried to lower his voice, his broad chest still made his voice echo.
"Your rhetoric can deceive those old diehards who have never left the mountains of our dwarves, but Henryd, the dragon slayer, is different from them!" Henryd paused.
"I have met many human priests during my adventures, from the battle priests who believe in their human emperor Sigmar, to those in the north of the human empire who believe in the White Wolf God, who is also their god of war and the god of winter, Ulric. Wolf Sacrifice.”
Henryd took a breath, and Snorri also expressed surprise at his rich experience, but Snorri then thought about it. For immortals like dwarves, the time spent traveling in the old world is indeed nothing.
"There are also the lake god witches in Bretonnia who serve the Lady of the Lake, as well as some of the favored ones of the minor gods who have little magical power and rarely appear in front of people. They can almost pray to the gods and borrow money from the gods when they are in need. Come on for strength.”
Henryd took out a wine bottle and took a sip, staring at Snorri with his big eyes under his thick eyebrows.
"If it weren't for the magical skills of my companions and the help of the gods they serve, I would have had at least two chances to return to the palace of my ancestors in these years!"
Snorri did not answer. He was weighing the pros and cons and formulating a reasonable explanation, but his silent behavior made Henryd a little anxious.
"Dear Goddess's Choice, please forgive me for being presumptuous! I don't believe that what will happen to the Ancestral Goddess's only chosen one after the end of the Golden Age will not affect whether the Ancestral Goddess can bestow divine grace or what type of divine favor she bestows. and to whom He bestows divine grace!”
"Keep your voice down, my friend!" Seeing that Henryd had said everything to this extent, Snorri could only make some remarks.
On the one hand, he was worried that he would spread his speculation, but on the other hand, he admired this strong and filial man very much.
"Okay, I admit, I do have some connections, but as you know, the price is not small, and I can't give it to too many people at once." Snorri finally decided to tell the truth.
Seeing Henry's mouth open, Snorri made a silencing gesture.
"I can't decide who to pray for and who not to pray for in front of so many people. Otherwise, with that energetic attraction, I'm afraid I will have to wait for my father to lead Karaz-a-Karak. A large army has come to take me away from Zhufuba, are you right?"
Henryd had not thought of this level originally, but he nodded after hearing Snorri's explanation.
"But..." He was still not ready to give up.
"Well, I can go and talk to the ancestor goddess about your mother's matter, but not now!" Snorri whispered in his ear.
"That's really..."
"Keep your voice down!" Seeing that Henry was about to cheer, Snorri jumped up and covered his mouth.
"Well, well..."
"I can't leave if anyone hears me!" said Snorri.
"Then why don't I go with you now? I'll protect you, I'm going to grow grass in Zhufu Batu!" Henryd said.
"I almost doubt whether you are a big orc! Several people were watching last night. If you leave with me, will Serendin and Master Silverfinger have no ability to think?"
Snorri screamed in anger at Henryd. He suddenly didn't think so highly of this strong man.
"Then what should I do?" Henryd scratched his head.
"Next, I'm going to Karak-Breeze Castle to marry my eldest brother Gnom. This round trip will take at least half a year." Snorri said as he thought about it.
"Well, after some time, a month or two, you can find a reason to resign, and then take your mother to the Eternal Peak with you. When I come back, I will hold a memorial ceremony for her. What do you think?"
"Well, you have thought it through carefully. Did you just say you were going to Breeze Castle?" Henry De praised.
"Yes what's the matter?"
"Then I really can't go with you. The pointed ears in the woods are still looking for me!" Henryd shook his forest dragon skin cloak.
"It's over, there's no more wood elf sister." Snorri felt his eyes go dark.
However, this thought only passed by in a flash. He knew that due to the relationship between the elves and the dwarves, if he rashly broke into the Athel Loren forest, what would be waiting for him would only be a sharp arrow.
As the self-ringing bell struck twelve times, Henryd and Snorri agreed on a specific meeting plan, and he began to continue performing his duties as a gatekeeper.
"According to the king's order, Brim-Blockson please leave Jufba! You are not allowed to come back until you get the consent of the Council of Elders!"
After hearing this, Brim picked up his weapon, put a sack of luggage on his shoulders, and strode out of the side door.
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