Following the memory, Muse and Nicole quickly walked to the vicinity of the house they had bought.

And as the distance approached, a rough and loud voice gradually became clearer.

"Second brother, quickly take out the damn hammer and head here, that's right, it's here, knock a row of nails down!"

"Ninth brother, help me take the handle and hand over the plank!"

"Third brother, don't pour ale, I need hemp rope!"

"Well, forget it, let me have a bite too......"

I could hear that the voice was coming from the front.

And after turning the corner, a noisy construction site appeared in front of them.

A large number of scaffolding surrounded the house in the muse's memory, and the already deserted gardens and courtyards were already filled with all kinds of building materials.

Among them, a large group of dwarves are busy.

"Gollum-"

"Hiccup!"

"And these floors!"

"What rotten things, all rotten. ”

"Fifth brother, take the apprentice to lift all these rotten woods, then measure the size and replace it with a new one!"

An earth-shattering sound came from the mouth of a dwarf on the scaffold who was four feet tall, waist-girthed, and had a beard braided into pigtails.

At the same time, he held a craftsman's hammer in one hand and a shriveled wine bag in the other, and there were traces of wine at the corners of his mouth, but the words in his mouth were non-stop, constantly directing the work everywhere.

Apparently, this dwarf was the principal of these builders.

"Uh......"

Seeing the dwarves pong at work on the repair of the house, and so engrossed, the Muse felt that it was not good for him to go in and disturb them.

His gaze swept to the side, and as he intended to observe the whole situation, he soon spotted a familiar figure.

Dressed in an apprentice's robe, Martha was standing cautiously on the edge of the house that had been turned into a construction site, dodging the falling debris and watching the dwarves come and go as if they were supervising.

As if sensing the muse's gaze, she suddenly turned her head, and the two met eye contact.

"Ahh

"It's Mr. Muse. ”

Martha, who had a clear memory of the muse, let out a low cry and looked around, then walked out of the large pile of building materials in front of her.

"Good day, Mr. Muse. ”

Coming to the muse, as if confirming the muse's identity as a disciple of Lydia, she first leaned down slightly and saluted before speaking.

"After my struggle. ”

"My boss is willing to accept your request and take care of all the repairs to the house. ”

"I'll be in charge of liaison. ”

"As you can see, we have invited the nine brothers of the Anvil Tribe, all of whom are high-level construction craftsmen. ”

"Of course, they brought dwarven apprentices with them for auxiliary work. ”

“......”

"Because of the craftsmanship, there are many people who want to invite them to work, so it is not easy to invite them. ”

"Even when I went with their tokens, I had to queue up and wait until today to finally start construction. ”

“......”

Listening to Martha's words, the corners of the muse's mouth slowly outlined a trace of arc.

She is clever enough to make vague references to her role in these events as she narrates them.

But the Muse doesn't have anything to say about Martha's cleverness, at least, she's doing the real thing.

"You're doing a great job. ”

Looking into Martha's eyes, there was a smile on Muse's face, but it inexplicably made her feel a little uncomfortable, as if the thoughts in her heart were completely seen through.

"You deserve it. ”

He stretched out his hand and slowly spread it out.

An irregularly shaped rough ruby appeared in front of Martha's eyes, and although the uncut and polished rough gem was slightly less expensive than the finished stone, it was worth at least 300 gold coins.

There was a slight hint of disappointment in her eyes, it was obvious that this was not what she wanted most, but Martha did not let this disappointment show in the slightest.

She took the ruby ore and leaned over again, "Thank you for your generosity, Mr. Muse. ”

Shrugging, the muse nodded undeniably and continued:

"So, can you let me meet the builder who is directing?"

"He must be the master of these craftsmen. ”

Glancing back, Martha realized what the muse was talking about, and after a moment's thought, replied:

"No problem. ”

"That is the eldest of the nine brothers, 'Longbeard Mok'. ”

"I can ask the owner of the house to come and interview you with the requirement that he confirm the manner and style of the repair. ”

After a pause, she continued euphemistically,

"But, as you know, dwarves have ...... tempers"

"Rather grumpy and stubborn. ”

"Especially when it comes to things that involve your area of expertise. ”

"Therefore, when you communicate with Nagasu Mok, it is best to be careful about the reasonable use of words......"

Of course, the muse was full of promises.

After receiving his reply, Martha turned and walked into the construction site, and soon walked up to Longbeard Mok and began to talk to him.

After glancing at this, Longbeard Mok beckoned the dwarven apprentice beside him, whispered a few more commands, and then walked out with Martha.

"Master Mork, this is the owner of the house, Mr. Muse. ”

He thinks it's important to talk to you about the way, style and extent of the renovation of the house. ”

When the two approached the muse, Martha was the first to speak.

And after the muse nodded, she stepped aside with great interest.

"Rest assured, my long-bearded Mok's craftsmanship, we will make your house as beautiful as the Moradin Temple!"

As soon as he spoke, Mork spoke in a rough voice, as if he had great confidence in his skills.

"In that case. ”

"So, Master Mork. ”

"I don't know, what are you going to do to fix the house?"

"I mean, what style is going to be used for the interior?"

The muse asked with a warm smile.

"Uh, this ......"

"I'm going to use the Elven Antoville style, which is the most popular in Ayinro. ”

"Although I've always thought that this style is like those long ears, elusive, fickle, frivolous, and not as calm, heavy, and grand as the dwarven style, many people like the elven style. ”

Seemingly a little depressed about this, Mock replied in a muffled voice.

"Maybe you're right, but I don't think the dwarven style can't ......."

Martha couldn't believe her eyes as Muse conversed with him so smoothly, but she remembered how Mok had ignored her love when she first met him.

At that time, if it weren't for the token of the Anvil tribe in her hand, I'm afraid she would have been blasted out directly.

And now......

Watching Muse and Mock talk happily, Martha realizes that her previous reminders and worries are completely superfluous......