Walking through Cam's gates again, Ed Singhal felt like a world away.

Too many things have happened in just ten days, and he remembered that day when he took Hatta and walked out of the city gate in the eyes of everyone, he felt a little uncomfortable in his heart.

If he hadn't bought Hatta, the goblin might still be alive......

He couldn't blame Novi. The elf's anger is due to the fact that his life is threatened.

He couldn't blame Tess and Naria, they just wanted to save Iss too much. Besides, who would have thought that there would be another ice dragon?

Frustration and regret are to no avail, and they must leave the dwarven pit as soon as possible to continue their unfinished journey.

"What's your plan?" asked Norvi him.

"My plan?" Ed squeezed the mess into a corner and smiled weirdly, "The plan is - Elf, I'm going to sell you, the whole thing." ”

The elf just looked at him amusedly, "Can I ask for a master who doesn't smell so bad?" The Anktann didn't seem to like bathing, and liked to smear an animal grease on their hair, and the mixed smell was torture for an elf.

Ed, who was reminded, couldn't help but sniff himself, he hadn't taken a shower in days, and it smelled rancid, like spoiled bread. He didn't understand why the elves who had been crawling all over the ground like him were still refreshed, it was really unfair.

"The plan is - go take a shower first!" he immediately changed his plans.

After all, he was going to sell it with himself.

That afternoon, the son of River, a great merchant from Visa, brought a blonde elf who had come to the cold north from Stonebuch, thousands of miles away, and visited several of the merchants in Cam who traded with the dwarves, and asked if there were any more dwarven crafts—gems, jewelry, cutlery, and all kinds of ornaments—but he shook his head at the goods that the merchants had offered.

"It's not enough, it's not enough. The young human kept shaking his head. When the merchants began to wonder, the young man mysteriously told them that because the Black Rock Dwarves had only appeared once this year, the supply of dwarven crafts from Visa to Ston Buch had been greatly affected, and that the nobles of the South had an insatiable demand for these beautiful and expensive little things, and even the elves, even if they did not want to admit it, were very fond of dwarven crafts.

No one doubted his words. The merchants of Cam had heard of the predicament that Visa City had faced this year, not to mention, even those arrogant pointy-eared people had sent an elf to the north where they had not set foot for thousands of years to find a source of goods, what was there to doubt?

"In the spring, as soon as the snow melts, a large number of merchants from Visa and other cities will pour in, and the silvertooth dwarves will be surrounded by them so that they can't even see the top of their heads. "I was going to get ahead of them to see what you had in stock, and if you could bring some back first," he said, "and I looked disgusted, looking like an obnoxious arrogant imp, "you've wasted a great opportunity." ”

Even so, he still bought a lot of small things that were easy to carry at a higher price than usual.

From beginning to end, Novi didn't even need to say a word, just keep the "haughty and reserved smile" that Ed demanded.

When they finally finished their day's journey, Norvi's face was extremely stiff and had not recovered for a while.

"Are you sure it works?" he asked, rubbing his face.

"Of course," Ed was confident of this, "I'm not lying at all, the new city lord of Visa City originally planned to look north for a new source of goods, but he was worried about whether it would cause the Black Rock Dwarves to be dissatisfied, but the merchants of Visa City don't care so much. Now that the fighting in Anktanen has subsided, they will definitely come next year. However, this may drive down the price that the Black Rock Dwarves will get next year...... Dwarves don't fight over this, do they?"

He was worried about this for a moment, and then shook his head again: "I asked Mok, the goods they can take out to trade with humans every year are much less than those of the Black Rock Dwarves, even if they take out all their current inventory, it may not be able to make up for this year's shortfall, and it should not affect next year's price." ”

"So you bought this bunch...... Are you going to sell it?" Noway looked at the large package on his horse's back.

"Oh, that's just a gift, for Mommy, and Naria...... She never seemed to wear any jewelry, but there was nothing a girl didn't like about it, right?and, of course, Tess, I don't dare forget her ......part," Ed began to talk to himself, not noticing at all when the elf had stopped and walked a long way before turning back in confusion.

"What are you looking at?"

Norvi stood motionless on the side of the road, staring at the corner of the street market in the distance. Even though he had hidden his pointed ears, his strange demeanor and appearance that was completely different from that of the northerners had caused many passers-by to turn back frequently.

"What are you looking at?" Ed walked back to Norvi's side, following the elf's line of sight, but didn't find anything interesting.

Realizing that they had attracted too much attention, Norway withdrew his gaze and said as if nothing had happened: "It's nothing. We'd better stay here for the night and leave tomorrow morning. ”

It's still evening, but it's already starting to get dark, and the temperature is dropping rapidly, so it's a better choice to stay overnight.

Ed nodded. But he suspects that the elf's advice is not just based on his travel experience.

As if in an instant, the dark night was falling like a curtain, the moon was shining faintly from behind the rapidly flowing clouds, and another storm and snow might be coming.

The men, overly frightened by the one-tooth fangs, quickly told the truth.

Mork's eyes were cloudy, and he looked at Kogan, and the old king's face was even more ugly than he was.

It was indeed a mage who told the men how to enter the mines.

"Necromancer. ”

That word, even if it was simply uttered, seemed to carry an air of darkness and death. Mock knew what their presence meant. The necromancers were secretive and had a clear goal in their every move, and they would not gratuitously use the lure of wealth and the threat of their lives to make a few adventurers run into the dwarven mines and steal some gems and gold coins that were of little use to them - the necromancer did not ask the men to hand over anything they had stolen to him.

Mock could only think of one reason, and he believed that Kogan knew it well.

"My king," he said in a heavy and respectful tone, "I need to know what kind of threat we face in order to protect Charlinghall. ”

"If he's got what he wants, then he's not interested in us anymore. The old king replied evasively, but did not seem at all relieved by this.

"What the hell did he steal?" Mock finally couldn't help but ask bluntly.

Every dwarf knew that something very important to the old king had been stolen, and it had exacerbated his already violent temper, and everyone was terrified, but no one knew what it was.

The old king looked left and right, but he refused to speak.

"What the hell did he steal, something worth a necromancer's expense for could lead to unforeseen disaster!" Mork accentuated, "You'll have to tell me, grandfather!"

That title let Kogan know that Mock was really angry.

Next week, we will continue to score strong, and continue to change 1357 singles and 246 doubles...... Ask for collections, recommendations, comments, and all kinds ~~.