Before Mork could enter the room, he heard Kogan's roar.

"Do you think I'm one of those elves?!The dwarves don't need to erase any scars!You idiots!Get out! Get out!"

The two dwarves were driven out in a frustration, and as they passed by Mock, one of them reminded the bearded dwarf with a sad face: "Be careful, the king is in a bad mood!"

Mock smiled wryly and nodded. It's no wonder that he feels better about the big hole in the top of the pit.

Even when he saw Mock walk in, the old king was still angry. He sat on the bed, tugging at his white beard in a rage, without looking at Mock.

Mock saluted respectfully and asked bluntly, "Your Majesty, what are you going to do with those humans...... And what about the elves?"

"Lock them all up, let them rock in the pit for the rest of their lives!!" Kogan roared.

"But, Your Majesty," Mock reminded him, "a few of these friends have saved your life, as well as several other dwarves. ”

"They also let go of an ice dragon and made it punch a big hole in my mine!!"

"It could have been much worse. "Now, at least the ice dragon is dead, and those were the ones who killed it...... Friend. ”

"A dragon friend!" said Kogan disdainfully. The dwarves he had sent out to find the corpse of the Silver Fang had reported to him, and the dragon lay on the top of the mountain that no one could reach, and all they could see from below was the scarlet red of the white snow, and the still silver scales of the ice dragon. No animal would touch the carcass of a dragon, it would lie there until it turned into a huge pile of bones.

Kogan had never intended to spare Silverfang, but he was relieved that it had died at the hands of another dragon instead of him.

Mock stroked his beard and gave up the chip and replaced it with another: "Ed Singhal, the dark-haired young man, says he has a way to get our goods to sell for a higher price." And we do need a lot of money. ”

The pit was so badly damaged that even one of the two huge dwarven stone statues carved out of the mountain had a small half of its nose smashed. The Dwarven Priest could summon elemental spirits from the rock to mend the hole, but with their own priest, that would take a long time, and Kogan would never turn to the Black Rock Dwarves with more priests.

Without the shelter of rocks, it would get cold in the mines, and they would need more wood, more hides, more clothes and bedding, and more food...... The work of rebuilding the mines will make it impossible for many dwarves to continue to hammer and dig around the mines, looking for gems that they love and that can be exchanged for various necessities.

For the Silvertooth Dwarves, the rest of this winter is going to be quite long.

"That imp hasn't even grown a beard yet! I won't believe any bullshit he promises!" Kogan still roared loudly, but Mock, who had been with him for years, could hear the loosening in his tone.

"I've heard of his father, River Singhal, who was quite a businessman in Visa. I'll make sure this business goes smoothly. "How's that going to happen? None of them can leave the pit until we get the right price." ”

Kogan sulked with a strained face, neither agreeing nor vetoing.

Mock nodded, "So, let's do it." ”.

"But if I can't get out of the mines, I can't do this business. Ed Singal spread his hands, saying he couldn't do anything. The news brought by Mock didn't surprise them too much. After all, opening a big hole in a dwarven pit is not an easy problem to solve.

He was glad that he had made the right choice—Iss had saved Tess and Ernalia, while Celebrian had saved Kogan Brass, the king of the dwarves, giving them a chance to bargain with Mork instead of crouching in an iron cage and waiting to die.

Mock happily gave in: "Okay, you can leave." ”

"I still need Novi with me. Ed said.

Mock frowned.

"Believe me, an elf who appears in the Northlands is more convincing than the son of a merchant in Visa. Ed looked confident, "Also, I need some news......"

Tess stabbed him with a resentful gaze like a knife, and Ed continued to whisper to Mock, pretending not to see anything. He knew that Tess hated the mines, but there was nothing he could do about it, and even Mock couldn't agree to let him take everyone with him.

Mock eventually agrees to let the elves and Ed leave together, believing that they will break into the mine to save Tess and Naria, and the girls who run back on their own when they find their companions still in the mines, will not give up on each other.

"Come back early. ”

Narya didn't say anything as she saw Ed and Norway out of the mines, she was already out of the frustration of watching Iss run away.

"Also, don't sell the elves!" added Tess viciously, feeling empty in her heart and bosom. Akan was not locked up with them and was not allowed to leave the room, so Tess had to leave Mochi to comfort the sad big man, lest he smash the door and knock out a bunch of hapless dwarves when he was unhappy.

"It's as fast as a gust of wind!" Ed assured, "I won't even sell a hair of Norvi!"

Although he was sure that there would be Anktans willing to pay a fortune for it, he wisely did not say it.

On the third day after they left the pit in the wind, an unexpected guest rudely knocked on the door of the bored Tess and Naria.

"Tell me about your dragon!" ordered the white-haired old king.

Naria looked down at him in surprise.

"Mock says you're friends with that dragon!" the old king stapped his foot in frustration, "I want to know what's going on!"

"Oh, you want to hear a good story?" said Tess with a smile as she bent over and whispered softly like a child, "We have a lot of good stories." ”

Little by little, the girls told the old king the story of the young ice dragon. How the blonde boy who had thought he was a real human, with loved ones and friends, was unprepared to face the fact that he was actually an ice dragon. He had to stay away from his former home, fleeing from people, but he didn't really hurt anyone.

Kogan listened in fascination. In the meantime, Mock had hurried over to bring the older and more childlike king back to his room, but the old dwarf had jumped and roared back.

"So," said the old king, "you are sure that the dragon is not evil. ”

"Of course!" Narya straightened up, "He's my brother!"

"He also saved me and Norway from the necromancer, who didn't know us at the time. Tess said.

"Necromancer!" Kogan spat in disgust, "What's that story?"

Tess blinked, simplifying the story to the point that she and Norway were in the Weeping Forest when they accidentally encountered a necromancer who was performing some evil ritual, and they fell into a trap and were almost buried in the earth, and the ice dragon that happened to pass by saved them from knowing each other.

"Coincidentally?" Kogan scoffed, "You don't want to say that it happened to pass by in my pit and saved you by the way, right?"

Tess and Naria looked at each other, a story they didn't know.

"As it happens, I know something you don't know. The old dwarf puffed out his chest triumphantly, he had learned the truth from several of the other people who had been captured.

"Your friend, the ice dragon, he turned into a damned mage, egging up the thieves to take them out of the dwarven tombs to find another way into the mines, he made them steal our gems, deliberately let them be discovered, and then took advantage of the chaos to steal mine-"

The old dwarf suddenly shut his mouth.