Steel, Guns and the Industrial Party Across the World
Chapter 440: dwarf
A thick and sturdy figure was reflected on the clean bronze mirror. This reflection gave people the feeling of a thick stone pier, or a stone pier with limbs.
Soon, the "stone pier" moved, and the reflection in the bronze mirror gradually began to enlarge, until a big fluffy face occupied the entire mirror surface.
Emaar Mason carefully held a handful of beards with his left and right hands, twisted them lightly, and then intertwined them with 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, and tied the braid tightly very quickly.
"Oh! Look at this valiant face. It is not only valiant, but very lucky, for it belongs to one who is the best even among the dwarves—Lord Imar Stonemason."
The dwarf squeezed his chin, and turned his head from side to side with a proud expression, admiring his heroic posture reflected in the bronze mirror.
"To celebrate the thirtieth anniversary of this heroic face's union with his great master, another braid is needed!"
While talking, he picked up another lock of beard and started braiding it.
With a bang, the entrance to the tent was opened.
"The hammer is on!"
A ruddy-faced dwarf about Imaar's stature entered.
His clothes are simpler than Emaar's, but his voice is louder, and his voice is like the ringing of a bell.
"Has the whole meaning of your life been to fiddle with your beard?"
"Damn it, Barash, can't you be a little more free on my birthday? This is dignity, do you understand dignity? This is something that a dwarf royal family must have."
Interrupted, Emaar turned angrily and yelled at the intruder.
"Listen, my stupid brother, put aside your **** royal dignity. There is work out there for you, and the chief's son is here, and you must go and receive him."
Unmoved, the dwarf called Barash gave Imaar a task without mercy.
Emaar hugged his head and shouted: "The hammer is on the top, it's that arrogant idiot again, why do you want me to deal with him?"
Barash stretched out his hand and pointed at Emaar: "He is the 'Prince' of this tribe, and you are also the 'Prince'. Your status is just right."
Because you're a pompous idiot too, Barash added silently in his mind.
"Hell, you too!" Emaar yelled.
"Shut up, I'm the team leader this time, this is an order, not a request."
Barash was uncompromising, and Emaar opened the tent and went out cursing.
Looking at the angry back, Basra shrugged helplessly, and followed him out of the tent.
"Huh? Human!"
As soon as he came out, he saw a slightly "slender" figure in the orc tribe, with a long, thin face with an unshaven beard, curly long brown hair naturally scattered on his shoulders, a pair of deep-set eye sockets with sparkling eyes, dressed in a suit The patched brown long leather jacket and the boots on his feet are also very old, like a down-and-out adventurer returning from the wild.
Now the down-and-out adventurer is standing in front of his stall swinging an iron sword of trade.
The other party noticed Barash's arrival, and immediately put the sword in his hand back on the stall.
"Hello! Dear friends. I must say, your swords are really good."
He bowed to salute, putting on a very kind demeanor, but he didn't suppress the curiosity and scrutiny in his eyes-most humans who had just met a dwarf would be very curious.
"Human, what's the matter with you?" Barash asked calmly.
"If you fancy something, you can exchange it with an item of equivalent value, or gold coins and silver coins, and we will accept it."
Stanford smiled, and a dwarf in front of him ran past him angrily. He seemed very unfriendly, but it fit the legendary image of a dwarf with a bad temper.
The one in front of me should be able to speak better.
"I'm not here for trading, I want to find a guide for my adventure team."
"Guide? Then you should ask the orcs of this tribe. They are very familiar with this forest. I am here for business."
"Oh, no no!" Stanford shook his head, "The people of the Blood Bull Tribe can't satisfy my request. I hope to find a guide who can lead us across the Rocky Mountains."
"Ha!" Barash was amused, and he understood why the human was standing in front of his stall.
"Then there's nothing I can do." Barash spread his hands exaggeratedly, "Guest, if you don't plan to make a deal, go somewhere else, please don't hinder my business."
"Don't talk so hard." Stanford handed over a box, "This is a gift for you, please make another price, as long as it can help us cross the Rocky Mountains, I think we will give you a good reward of."
"No, no, no dwarf will lead outsiders into the dwarf territory. Besides, I can tell from the clothes and tone of voice that you are not a native of this forest, you are a human from the south."
Barash refused when he opened his mouth.
Stanford asked, "Do you have any... bad impressions of humans in the South? Please speak up, and maybe I can explain."
Basra waved his hand: "I don't want to talk about this topic."
Stanford had no choice but to take out the contents of the box, which was a
^0^ Chief Asoye's porcelain bottle of the same style, the light reflected from the smooth wall of the bottle dazzled Barash for a while.
"Look! What an exquisite work of art. Mr. Dwarf, I hope you will see it for the sake of this gift..."
"Who told me to accept this gift?"
The dwarf's eyes only stayed on the porcelain bottle for a moment and then stopped looking.
"It looks like a flashy thing, right? We dwarves still like things that are thicker and more durable. In my opinion, clay bottles are a hundred times better than this."
Well, what you said also makes sense. Stanford, who hit the nail, retracted the vase with a little embarrassment.
"Look, I said that these mountain dwellers are not allowed to enter."
A voice came from behind ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Stanford looked back, and it turned out to be the young orc Finn.
"My friend, why don't you give me that porcelain vase, and I'll be your guide around the Rocky Mountains and back to Aldo from the Nerodan Valley. I've traveled this route many times with the caravan, and I'm very familiar with it." .” After seeing the gift for the great chief at the banquet, he was very greedy.
"Uh... that's too far away, I still plan to find someone else."
Stanford declined Finn, leaving Finn with a look of regret.
snort! Barash, who was listening to their conversation, sneered in his heart, you just look for it, if you can find a dwarf who is willing to lead the way for you, I will lose.
Sure enough, Stanford walked around the temporary market built by the dwarves, but he couldn't find anyone who was willing to be a tour guide.
Worried, he returned to his residence to inform his companions that it seemed that the preparatory plan had to be carried out.
Chapter 440 Dwarves
Dear, this chapter is over, I wish you a happy reading! ^0^
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