Chapter 444 Dwarf

A stocky figure is reflected on the smooth bronze mirror. This reflection feels like a thick stone pier, or a stone pier with limbs.

Soon, the "stone pier" started to move, and the reflection in the bronze mirror gradually began to enlarge, until a big, fluffy face occupied the entire mirror surface.

Emar Stonemason carefully held a small handful of beard in each hand, gently twisted it, and then twisted them around each other. Section by section, a small braid was formed in his hands.

He held the end of the braid with one hand and a small piece of silk thread with the other hand, and tied the braid tightly tightly.

"Oh! Look at this majestic face. It is not only majestic, but also very lucky, because it belongs to the man who is the best even among the dwarves - Lord Emaar Stonemason."

The dwarf held his chin and turned his head left and right with a proud expression, admiring his heroic figure reflected in the bronze mirror.

"To celebrate the thirtieth anniversary of the union of this heroic face with his great master, another braid is needed!"

As he spoke, he picked up another bunch of beard and began to braid it.

With a crash, the entrance to the tent was opened.

"The hammer is up!"

A dwarf of about the same height as Emar and a ruddy complexion came in.

His clothes are simpler than Emaar's, but his voice is louder and sounds like a bell.

"Is the whole point of your life just to play with your beard?"

"Damn it, Barash, can't you be a little more free on my birthday? This is majesty. Do you understand majesty? This is something that a dwarf royal family must possess."

Disturbed, Imar turned angrily and shouted at the intruder.

"Listen, my stupid brother, put aside your damn royal dignity. There is work outside that needs you to do. When the chief's son comes, you have to go and receive him."

The dwarf named Barash was unmoved and assigned tasks to Emaar without mercy.

Emaar held his head and shouted: "Here's the hammer, it's that arrogant fool again, why should I deal with him?"

Balash stretched out his hand and pointed at Emaar: "He is the 'prince' of this tribe, and you are also a 'prince'. Your status is just right."

Because you are also an arrogant fool, Barash added silently in his mind.

"Hell, you too!" Emaar yelled.

"Shut up. I'm the leader of the team this time. This is an order, not a request."

Balash was uncompromising, and Emaar cursed and opened the tent and went out.

Looking at the angry back, Basra shrugged helplessly and walked out of the tent.

"Huh? Human!"

As soon as he came out, he saw a figure who was slightly "slender" in the orc tribe. He had a long and thin face with an unshaven beard. His long curly brown hair was naturally scattered on his shoulders. He had a pair of bright eyes with deep sunken sockets. He was dressed in a sweatshirt. He wears a patched brown leather jacket with a long hem and the boots on his feet are also very old. He looks like a down-and-out adventurer who has returned from the wild.

At this moment, the down-and-out adventurer was standing in front of his stall swinging an iron sword used for trading.

The other party noticed Balash's arrival and immediately put the sword back on the stall.

"Hello! Dear friends. I have to say, your swords are really awesome."

He bent down to salute, putting on a very kind look, but he did not suppress the curious and scrutinizing look in his eyes - most humans who had just met a dwarf would be very curious.

"Human, what's the matter with you?" Barash asked nonchalantly.

"If you like something, just exchange it for something of equal value, or gold or silver coins, we'll accept them too."

Stanford smiled, and a dwarf in front of him ran past him angrily. He seemed to be very irritable, which was consistent with the legendary image of a dwarf with a bad temper.

The person in front of me should be able to speak better.

"I'm not here to trade, I'm looking for a guide for my adventure group."

"Guide? Then you should ask more about the orcs in this tribe. They are very familiar with this forest. I am here to do business."

"Oh, no no!" Stanford shook his head, "The people of the Blood Bull tribe cannot meet my requirements. I hope to find a guide who can lead us over the Rocky Mountains."

"Ha!" Barash was amused, and he understood why this human was standing in front of his stall.

"Then I'm even more powerless." Balash spread his hands exaggeratedly, "Guest, if you have no intention of doing business, go somewhere else. Please don't hinder my business."

"Don't be so harsh." Stanford handed over a box. "This is a gift for you. Please give me a higher price. As long as it helps us cross the Rocky Mountains, I think we should give you a good reward." of."

"If it doesn't work, it won't work. No dwarf will lead outsiders into the dwarf territory. Besides, I can tell from your clothes and tone of voice that you are not a native of this forest. You are a human from the south."

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Balash refused when he opened his mouth.

Stanford asked: "Do you have any... any bad impressions of the humans in the South? Please tell me, maybe I can explain it."

Basra waved his hand: "I don't want to talk about this topic."

Stanford had no choice but to take out the thing in the box, which was a porcelain bottle of the same style as the one given to Chief Asoye. The light reflected by the smooth bottle wall dazzled Barash.

"Look! What a delicate work of art. Mr. Dwarf, I hope you can see this gift for the sake of it..."

"Who said I should accept this gift?"

The dwarf's eyes only stayed on the porcelain bottle for a moment and then stopped looking at it.

"It looks like a flashy thing, and it will break if you touch it, right? We dwarves still like thicker and more durable things. In my eyes, the pottery bottle is a hundred times better than this."

Okay, you have a point. Stanford, who hit a nail, took back the porcelain bottle with a little embarrassment.

"See, I said these mountain residents are stubborn."

A voice came from behind, and Stanford looked back and found that it was the young orc Finn.

"My friend, why don't you give me that porcelain bottle? I will be your guide to bypass the Rocky Mountains and return to Aldor from the Nerodan Valley. I have followed the caravan many times on this route and I am very familiar with it." He was very envious after seeing the gift for the chief at the banquet.

"Uh... that's too far. I still plan to find someone else."

Stanford declined Finn, leaving the latter with a look of regret.

Humph! Barash, who was listening to their conversation, sneered in his heart, you can look for it, if you can find a dwarf willing to lead you, I will lose.

Sure enough, Stanford walked around the temporary market built by the dwarves, but he didn't find anyone willing to be a guide.

He returned to his residence with a worried look to inform his companions that he had to implement the backup plan.