When Duke held his glass in the castle hall and gestured to the awkward, somewhat helpless dwarf in the corner, he still couldn't laugh or cry in his heart.

Who would have thought that the first meeting between his current subordinates and his future subordinates would be so tense.

If you don't get up in time, it is estimated that the two sides will fight directly.

At that time, Lenia saw Duke fall to the ground, and immediately jumped directly from the nearly ten-meter-high city wall, and the sword was unsheathed and ready to give those dwarves a sword storm.

At the gate of the city, the soldiers who originally served as a guard of honor were also in a hurry, some ran over to check on Duke's condition, some directly swords, guns and halberds prepared to greet the dwarves in the face, and some ran directly to the big camp in the city to prepare to bring more soldiers to help.

The dwarves were also stunned for a while, they didn't know which bastard shot the opposite head directly, and the other party's soldiers were about to take revenge, they could only raise the iron pipe in their hands to deter the approaching human soldiers, and slowly retreated, while panicking and wanting to wait for the patriarch's order.

And the anvil directly lost the ability to think, his mind was blank, and he couldn't believe that his own person had directly knocked down the chosen one.

As a result, he is unable to do anything to help both sides who are close to getting out of control.

But because both sides are jealous of each other, they are maintaining a delicate balance, and it only depends on Duke's situation to decide whether to make a move.

Fortunately, Duke was only knocked to the ground by something that resembled a shockwave, and did not suffer any fatal injuries.

When he sensed that something was wrong around him, he immediately scrambled to his feet, stopping Lenia and the advancing soldiers on the verge of rage.

Seeing that Duke was safe and sound, everyone breathed a long sigh of relief, and the anvil cried on the spot, and then hugged Duke's thigh and cried, and is still wiping tears on the side of the banquet.

The current banquet was a welcome banquet held by both parties after the two sides had released their previous suspicions, although the welcome ceremony was messed up due to an unusual hiccup earlier.

But there is still a necessary banquet, not only to show that he and the Dukes of the North are welcoming to the dwarves, but also to calm the emotions of both sides a little through this banquet.

Just like he is now raising a glass to greet the dwarf stone axe who shot at him, just hoping that the other party will not be too worried, and by the way, tell the people present that he does not hold a grudge against him.

Although he will definitely be severely taught a lesson by the dwarves represented by the anvil when he returns, and Lenia has been staring at him with a black face from beginning to end, and she may be going to give him a yin at any time.

But it wasn't life-threatening, so he could only use a glass of wine to observe a moment of silence for the young dwarf.

Thinking of this, his mind turned to the brass-colored metal boxes that the dwarves carried.

He could see clearly that a projectile was ejected directly from the water pipe-shaped metal rod attached to the box, and strangely there was no fire.

But the power is definitely not small, and the projectile fortunately didn't hit directly, otherwise it would have been able to make a big hole in Duke's body.

The wall behind him was knocked directly into a large piece of rubble, and the wave that flew past Duke's scalp directly knocked him down.

This kind of technology made Duke sigh that the dwarves were worthy of being dwarves, and they had such advanced technology, and it also aroused his curiosity, if no one of his soldiers was equipped with one, he didn't need to worry about how to defend the veins.

"Greetings to you, Lord Duke, I apologize to you on behalf of my people, please be magnanimous and don't care about the stupid mistakes of my people, and I wish you good health......"

At this moment, the dwarven patriarch Anvil walked up to Duke with a small crystal wine glass, apologized to Duke with some trepidation and restraint, and said a lot of nonsense.

He seemed to be a little unaccustomed to the wine glass that humans were accustomed to, and the small wine glass was held in his big hand like a delicate toy, and the wine in the glass was overflowing, which did not match the aristocratic etiquette of mankind at all.

Duke smiled softly at him, waved his hand to show that he didn't mind, and had the dwarves in the room change the largest glasses.

The dwarves he remembered seemed to be holding glasses with large bowls and drinking ales and singing, and they were not as silent and reserved as these dwarves today.

Of course, it has a lot to do with the fact that they just arrived here and shot themselves.

"Patriarch Anvil, how are your people settled?"

In order to alleviate the embarrassment, Duke changed the topic of more concern to both parties and talked to him, as for the box-type weapon, he could only find another opportunity to discuss it.

"Please call me Anvil, our entire tribe has decided to attach itself to you, I am just an ordinary subordinate of yours, not some patriarch. ”

Anvil bent down and explained with sincere fear, and then said with some excitement and some gratitude: "They are all very good, Lord Vlavich you sent has arranged my people very well, and he is as kind as you. ”

Duke smiled and nodded, in order to recruit the dwarves and make them follow him willingly, he and Vlavich confessed a lot of things.

Not only did he provide housing and a gathering place, but he also spent a lot of money to use the little cement he had just fired, just to build a gathering place that could shelter the dwarves from the wind and rain in a short time.

This cement was originally intended to be used as a key strategic material for paving the cement highway connecting the northern fort to the Connaughton area.

Now that the production capacity is not high, it is only to build a house for the dwarves to live in, which makes Joseph cry in pain, and now it is a little unpleasant for those chubby dwarfs.

"That's fine, you just have to settle here in peace, settle down first and then think about anything else. ”

Although Duke had long wished that the dwarves would work now and bring him more development, he still comforted the dwarven patriarch kindly, which made him feel moved.

Anvil wiped some tears from his eyes, and said with some emotion: "You are our savior, a messenger sent by the god of dwarves to show us the way, and my people and I will be loyal to you wholeheartedly." ”

Duke laughed at the anvil's near-oath and motioned for him to touch his glass and drink it down.

The transparent crystal wine glass reflected the corners of Duke's mouth and the smile that could not be hidden.