The tiered areas of the Molten Iron Castle are not determined by square class, in fact, the so-called first sentry area alone occupies seven of the platforms. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

If it is used normally, it is estimated that it will take an hour just to cross the sentry area. However, the dwarves with a strong sense of time certainly did not tolerate such a thing, so the mechanical elevator of the world of Steeu came into being.

There is no trace of magic in these elevators made of precision gears, and they are made of a huge steel platform of 20 x 20 meters as a ladder box, and the noose and gears at the rear form the transmission device of the elevator. There are a total of 20 such steel platforms, which are enough for the daily operation of the dwarves.

They are guarded by a strict contingent of dwarven shieldmen and musketeers, and in order to pass through the elevators to the various square areas of the Molten Iron City, they must pay a reasonable fee to the authorities for the repair and maintenance of the elevators.

Even Teklin, as the patriarch of the Cold Iron Family, one of the three major families in Molten Iron City, could not jump out of this rule. From this point of view, it is possible that the social form of dwarves is more focused on law and morality than that of humans.

Anyway, Charlotte said that he had never paid any entrance taxes at Icewind Castle or Erossa. Many times, even if he wanted to do so, those city guards didn't have the courage to accept it.

But Teklin still had a lot of privileges, at least his caravan didn't have to wait in line, and was placed in front of a special elevator platform.

"Interested in going with me to the market area?" As he waited for the loading, Teklin bumped Charlotte's buttocks with his thick shoulder, causing Charlotte to shiver.

But then, the frowning and bearded Tyclin said something that made Charlotte even more chilly, "When it's over, I'll take you to Happy!

"No!" Charlotte politely declined Teklin's invitation, "I'm not that kind of person!"

"In addition to the cute dwarven girls, there are actually quite a few girls of other races, especially the drow elves! those young ladies with long legs, healthy skin, and sexy bodies are very nice!well, although the boobs are not as good as our lovely dwarven girls......" Teklin tirelessly induced.

Chest remnants are probably a common problem of elves, but it is said that the drow elves who were exiled to the underworld by the elven race are more developed in this regard.

Anyway, few of the forest elves that Charlotte has seen in her impression, such as Devany and Yvette, as well as the elf ladies in the space-time corridor and the elven temple, are well developed. However, Charlotte, as a firm leg control, said that even if there is nothing in the chest, it is not a big problem!

At this thought, Charlotte, who had had a novel experience in the imperial capital town for one night, unconsciously showed a meaningful smile.

Feeling the smile of the old driver who seemed to cherish each other, Tekelin also shook his beard with his head held high.

A fragrant breeze blows in the face, and what appears in front of me is a white and blue dress and slender legs with graceful lines.

Teklin stiffened his face and turned his neck to see the girl with long blond hair glancing coldly at her with her ice-blue eyes.

If the eyes could speak, it would probably mean 'If you dare to say another word and you will die, scum'!

For a moment, the beautiful girl with a sexy body gave Teklin the illusion of a wild beast. The terrible feeling of suffocation was far beyond the oppressive feeling Cassandra felt when she came to consciousness, and Tekelin subconsciously rolled her Adam's apple and wisely stepped back a few steps to reveal a stiff smile.

"Of course, I was just kidding you, Brother Charlotte......"

"Huh...... I think so......"

Charlotte also gave Sylvia a flattering smile with a stiff expression.

"Wait!wait!"

Just as the people of the caravan were carrying the goods onto the elevator platform, there was a sudden commotion in the orderly procession behind them. Someone yelled in an anxious voice.

"Stop! The elevator must be used for us first!"

Accompanied by the sound of a sonorous metal scrape, Charlotte looked curiously at the crowd behind her with a heartfelt attitude of thanking the other party for relieving the embarrassment.

A small group of dwarven musketeers and light-armored warriors were anxiously parting the crowd, and a few scarred dwarven warriors were lying on improvised stretchers, and although the wounded were struggling to endure the pain, they could not help but wail at the careless actions of their comrades.

One of the dwarven wounded was so badly hurt by his comrade-in-arms that the latter, in order to break away from the crowd, threw the stretcher he was responsible for to the ground without saying a word, causing the wounded to roll on the ground in a miserable wail.

Lolita covered her face with her hands and swore a heavy oath to her good friend, "In the future, I will never let the dwarves heal my wounds, not even death!"

"Sympathetic ......" Vivien fully agrees with her point of view.

"What's going on?" Teklin noticed the situation, and split the crowd to form a crowd.

The dwarven warriors seemed to have found their backbone, and one of them rubbed his eyes and cried like a child.

"Patriarch, Patriarch, when did you come back, you must save the poor brothers, who were wounded by those damned pointy ears with poisoned arrows. There are three teams of us, and that's the only one left to come back alive!"

"What!?damn, treacherous, hellish bitch!" Teklin jumped on the spot like Uncle Mario, "I'll fuck your grandma's legs! You're stupid too, and three teams of people have been beaten like this!"

"Wow-"

"Don't cry! Let's go, come with me to the temple to heal your injuries!"

It's hard to imagine that the dwarven warrior who couldn't tell his age was scolded and cried like a child. And the strange thing is that not only did the rest of the dwarves have no disdain for his seemingly cowardly behavior, but instead feel that the other party is really showing admiration.

What a strange race!

With that, Tecklin demanded that the rest of the cargo be stopped, and personally arranged for the wounded warrior to board the elevator platform.

In the process, the guy showed a worried expression that didn't seem to be fake. Although he cursed and cursed all the way, and all kinds of foul language kept pouring into those pointy ears and the warriors of his clan, the meticulous care showed his anxious mood at the moment.

"I'm sorry, Brother Charlotte, and a couple of Miss Mages. After everything was arranged, Teklin wiped the sweat from his head while standing on the elevator platform, and apologized to Charlotte and the others, "I still have some business, so I can't take you on a tour of the Molten Iron City in person." ”

"Follow my servants!" he pointed to his caravan's lieutenant, "and he will bring you to my house, and bring you the best wine and the most fragrant meat." If you need anything, feel free to mention it to him. When I get back, we'll go back to discussing our deal!"

However, for several days after that, Charlotte failed to see the guy.

Of course, that's another story.