After hearing this, Knight Lelan nodded to show his understanding. After making an appointment for the time and place of tomorrow's transaction, Snorri led the people out of the tavern first.
After showing divine grace twice in a row and having powerful propagandists, his reputation in Karak-Hearn has now reached its peak. Someone may come to visit him at any time. It would not be good if his whereabouts remain unknown for too long.
"Cousin, why do you think so highly of this poor human being?" Tommy thought about it all the way before asking when he was about to arrive at the hotel.
For a businessman, how to accurately identify people is a very important skill, and he also hopes to learn to find potential buyers.
"Well, I feel the divinity from him. If I'm not wrong, he is also a person who has received divine favor." After thinking about Tommy's cousin Snorri, he still didn't fool him with the fortune-telling knowledge he knew in his previous life. , but tell the truth.
When he returned to the hotel where he was staying, Snorri found someone waiting for him. The visitor is the hammer guard of Lord Arik-Rufusun, and he has sent an invitation to tomorrow's dinner.
"What? Is it to celebrate the Mother Goddess's grace?" Snorri had a headache looking at the invitation, which meant another round of unnutritious speeches and a lot of drinking, which he did not like in his previous life or now. Like it so much.
But in fact, whether it was for the immediate growth of revival points or for the long-term revitalization of the Mountain Kingdom, he had to go. Not only did he go, he also had to concentrate on cooperating and even leading the performance.
"Not entirely, the respected goddess's choice!" the hammer guard replied respectfully. Hearing this, Snorri was a little surprised. Could it be that something worthy of great success had happened in just one day?
"Not really, so what's the agenda?" Snorri asked.
"Send troops to settle the hatred!" The Hammer Guard was a little confused when he heard this. It seemed to him that the wood elves regarded the people of Karak-Horn as if they were nothing, and came to snatch things, cause destruction and even hurt people. Isn’t the Goddess of Choice also present?
"Don't we only have a dozen unfortunate victims? Lord Aric is going to go to war over this matter?" Snorri asked again. This sudden war will have a great impact on the next plan for him and the convoy he protects.
"Well, you don't know something," the Hammer Guard said as he took a glass of beer from Balin and sat down. "Our lord's behavior style is somewhat similar to that of your father, His Majesty the High King Thorgrin. Since he succeeded to the throne, he has always said that he would learn from your father's approach, no matter how big or small, and settle every hatred!"
"Neither does my father..." Snorri hesitated.
"His Majesty the High King is responsible for clearing the hatred of the entire Mountain Kingdom. Lord Arik claimed that even if he cannot help the High King at the moment, he must at least clear the hatred of the Horn Castle himself. It is the most basic thing not to hold back!" Iron Hammer! The warrior said proudly that he was proud of his lord's ambition.
"That, that is indeed a grand ambition!" Snorri praised. He realized that he now needed to adjust his subconscious way of thinking. He was a dwarf. Even if the wood elf girl matched his aesthetics in the previous life, he had to put down his illusions and prepare to fight.
"Okay, I will attend on time!" After agreeing, he sent the messenger out of the door, and Snorri returned to his room to sleep.
The next night Snorri was treated to a higher standard in the hall of Carrack-Hearn. Compared with the previous hearsay, seeing God’s grace in person twice in a row was undoubtedly more shocking.
Although there was an endless stream of dwarf nobles toasting him, Snorri still struggled to squeeze in front of Lord Arik.
"Your Majesty, please listen to me!" Snorri whispered.
"What's wrong? Could it be that the Mother Goddess has some message for my revenge?" Lord Arik attached great importance to Snorri's opinion.
"I heard that you are going to send troops to Athel Loren Forest to settle the hatred, but can you please postpone the date of the expedition for a few days?" Snorri kept thinking about how to speak along the way, but in the end he decided not to stop Arik. act of revenge.
"Why, dear Goddess Chosen, Lord Grimnir taught us that hatred that can be settled today should not be postponed until tomorrow!" Lord Arik was a little strange.
"It's like this. The caravan I'm responsible for protecting has to go all the way to the end of the Gray Mountains through Dongya Pass. If you start the war now, as long as those pointed ears in the forest are not stupid, there is a high probability that my team will be intercepted! "
Snorri analyzed that in his opinion, the wood elves have a large air force, and through the thick roots of the age oak tree known as the roots of the world, they can travel underground, so that the earth network that the dwarves are proud of will also be disturbed.
If faced with a three-dimensional attack from the sky, underground and ground, Snorri did not think that with his own strength, he could successfully reach the next stop of the caravan, Karak Norn, which was the Desolate Castle.
"Mother Goddess! I actually forgot what brought you here!" Lord Arik slapped his forehead.
"Thank you for reminding me. If the caravan cannot arrive smoothly, the compatriots on the other side of the Gray Mountains may even write me down in the Book of Hatred!" Lord Arik said.
"Yes, it is indeed a good thing to liquidate hatred, but if the liquidation may bring more hatred provisions, it is better to think twice." Snorri still advised.
"Then let's let the heads of the pointed-eared people hang around their necks for a few more days! Anyway, the colder the weather, the less help they can get from those damn wooden stakes!" Lord Arik hammered the table and shouted. .
Every winter solstice, Orion, the god-king of the wood elves, willingly lies in the cremation pile and falls into the annual cycle of reincarnation. Only on the eve of the spring equinox will a young prince volunteer to become the next "Oline". Forest spirits such as dryads and tree men will also fall into silence.
Looking at his reaction that he obviously didn't listen, Snorri shook his head secretly. The king who had just succeeded to the throne was eager to establish his authority through a meaningful victory. Snorri learned yesterday that all he had settled were petty grudges.
Businessmen are always the most sensitive to risks. As soon as they smell the smell of war, they can't wait to get ready to go.
This was exactly what Snorri wanted. He mobilized the caravan without waiting for the human merchants from all over the place to arrive. After leaving the Horn Castle, the personnel of the caravan experienced a change of blood, but in general, there was not much strength. The big change is that the proportion of humans has increased a bit, and many businessmen who want to go to Bretonnia have also hitched a ride on the caravan.
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