Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 453 452. Jinshan Mahakam

The architectural style of Castle Hayne adheres to people's stereotypes of dwarves——

Angular and rigid.

It seems that these squat guys never consider how painful it is if they stumble or hit a corner.

The overall temperament is thick and hard.

Lan En, Regis, and Gede walked into the hall where the elder was.

There were about a dozen dwarves standing guard along the way.

Walking all the way into the hall, on top of the four angular steps, there is a throne that is completely integrated with the steps.

A dwarf with a beard that hung down to his thighs and a strong and thick beard divided into three braids was sitting on it, looking coldly at the three humans who walked in.

The first time Lan En saw this dwarf, he understood why he could cooperate with the Bear School.

The coldness in this guy's eyes was not out of disgust or irritability. He was very rational.

That's a kind of rational indifference.

If such a dwarf comes into contact with people from the Bear School with a cooperative attitude, then there is a high probability that the negotiation can be successful.

"welcome."

Lance Ziva spoke the welcome words in a smooth voice.

"The Bear School, which has been escaping from this mountain range for decades, has returned. It really makes our little place shine."

Lan En's mouth twitched.

Well, this dwarf just has a cold personality, but he still has emotions.

"Your sarcasm doesn't make the conversation go any better, Elder."

"But it makes me feel a little better."

He said 'comfortable', but the dwarf elder's voice and expression did not change at all.

"You broke the contract and left this mess here for decades. I've been sickened by it for decades."

Seeing that his persuasion was fruitless, Lan En shrugged indifferently.

Just let him go. Anyway, he was scolding those old popsicles from the Bear School. He and Gerd who were present also disliked those people.

Lance Ziva did not go on sarcastically, his sarcasm only ended in this paragraph.

"On your way here, my tribe should have told you that I will not be good to you."

The dwarf elder twisted on the throne and spread his hands.

"But these are all nonsense. I can't say whether I like or dislike you. It's just that you didn't finish the work I told you, so I don't trust you. That's all."

"Come on, let's talk about it. Why did the two bear cubs run back to the Amer Mountains again?"

"Is it possible that you want to revitalize the school?"

At the end of the sentence, Lance Ziva's unwavering voice couldn't help but contain a bit of ridicule.

"Shit, I won't work to revitalize that inhumane school of thought!"

Gede couldn't help but cursed secretly.

Lan En stretched out his hand to hold down the agitated Gerd, and calmly looked into the eyes of the dwarf elder under his thick beard.

"It has nothing to do with the so-called school. We just came here to look for equipment blueprints. I guess a series of special equipment of the Bear School were actually designed by you?"

"You seem to have a good mind, little bear cub I've never seen before."

Lance Ziva straightened his three-strand beard and said calmly.

"That set of equipment was designed by my father, combined with your Grand Master Anahad, and a few dwarfs who joined in the fun. After several modifications, it was finally finalized in my hands."

"That is an unparalleled piece of equipment. Wearing it can make even a coward dare to fight against a dragon! You have done a worthwhile thing by traveling all the way for its blueprints."

Lan En nodded.

It seems that even for a dwarf like Lens Ziva, dwarf-like exaggerated descriptions are still indispensable.

"Because of that unparalleled equipment blueprint, can we talk about business now?"

"Business talk? With a witcher?"

The dwarf elder's first display of emotion during this conversation was unexpected.

He was wondering, when did the witcher's wallet give them the confidence to 'negotiate business'?

Plus, there’s the feeling of a little more than planned.

He looked up and down at Lan En suspiciously, and finally shook his head.

"It's strange. This equipment of yours was just made. Are you really rich?!"

"However, I don't want you to just pay and copy the drawings."

The young man's beautiful eyebrows wrinkled slightly.

"I can offer you a good price, just with less trouble."

"High price?" Lance Ziva looked at the witcher with a smile, as if he were looking at a child showing off his lollipop to an adult.

"Young man, let me ask you a question: Where is the largest gold producer in the world?"

"Covel."

"Yes, yes." The dwarf elder nodded and then added. "But you should add the attribution that it is the largest gold producer for you humans."

"And where is the real, largest gold vein in the world?"

The smile on Lance Ziva's face gradually disappeared under the gazes of several people, and turned into a kind of indifferent indifference.

"Let me tell you, in Mahakam. To be precise, the iron ore in that mountain is nothing compared to the gold ore - that mountain is a veritable mountain of gold! Under a layer of rock on the mountain It’s all gold!”

"Why has no human king ever dared to use force against Mahakam? Why do only dwarf banks open all over the world, Witcher? Have you ever thought about this question?"

The corners of Lan En's mouth twitched unconsciously at the dwarf elder's description, while Regis and Ged opened their mouths in unison.

If everything Lance Ziva says is true, that means

"As long as Mahakam is threatened and the dwarves feel that their tribe will be completely slaughtered, we will put all the gold we have dug out over the years on the market."

The dwarf elder said casually.

"By then, even your human farmers' hoes will be made of gold! This is no secret, so any human monarch with even the slightest foresight would never think of bringing an army to destroy Mahakam. So. Because it was Mahakam who controlled the outflow of gold and protected the finances of the entire continent."

"Can I tell you more about the destructive effect on the existing financial system after a large amount of gold pours into the market, smart bear?"

Lens Ziva leaned forward on the throne and looked at the three humans.

That gesture seems to be saying: Are you sure you want to talk to me about money?

Ordinary dwarves may be short of money, but a dwarf elder who speaks on behalf of the entire dwarf community can mobilize an amount of gold that is unimaginable to most people.

With a "pop" sound, Lan En's palm wearing a studded leather glove slapped his forehead.

The witcher looked helpless.

"Well, give me a mission, the dwarf who sits on the golden mountain."

"Don't look at me like that. Do you expect me to be like the two at the back? I can't close my mouth just because I know your gold reserves? What does it have to do with you having money? I only focus on what I want. superior."

"Now I know, my high price is not convincing in front of you. So why go around in circles? Just take out that mess."

"The Witcher of the Bear School."

Lan En pointed at himself.

Then he pointed to the dwarf elder on the throne.

"You mouthed this shit over and over again."

"You're almost going to slap me in the face with whatever you want to do."

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