"That's what they're trying to do. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info that's not surprising. Shareholders in venture capital organizations can do anything for money. ”

"When some people want to break through the shackles of God's laws in pursuit of glittering gold, they have only two options. One is to change the text of the law by a few words, and the other is to trample the law on the ground. -- We chose the former, and they chose the latter. Mirosławku explained.

"Trust me. Your Excellency Mirosławku, if we helped them. Not only will we have access to a powerful stream of aid, but the precious blood mine will be yours. When the time comes, you will not only be a great leader in Dumar, but you will also be a great businessman in the future. Jamila continued to convince Mirosławku that it was worth it to help the Bloodblade Clan.

"Enough, enough. Jamila, you may think this kind of words like putting honey candy next to a greedy little kid - it's funny to say, but I must tell you, it's terrible. You always can't wait to pull in reinforcements in front of you, but you offend more people. But if you think a little bit about the cause and effect of this, you know, VCs are just a group of businessmen who want their box to go from one Pistol to two, three, or more. Well, allow me to tell you about the plan in my mind: now they want the blood mine, not the head of Sefenal, so why can't we send the blood mine to the VC organization and let them send their mercenaries to serve us? ”

"So you chose the latter between the Bloodblade Clan and the VC organization?"

"No, no, no. We want them to be able to serve us. Now all we need to do is let the dwarves who have been carried away by hatred go up the mountain and fight the mercenaries and make them lose a lot. Then we offered to give them revenge at the price of the blood mine, and whatever revenge they needed, we could satisfy them - we just had to negotiate with the venture capital organization on the other side and let them pretend to pay the price, and in return, we would give them the blood mine, and properly satisfy their appetites, and add them in, anyway, it was the mercenaries who died in the end, and the shareholders didn't care in the slightest. ”

Jamila stared at Mirosławku with an incredulous look in her jewel-blue eyes for a long time before she smiled wryly and said, "I have always heard of a fable in Dumar about a man who put a livre and a copper coin in front of a beggar and asked him which one to choose. The beggar grabbed both coins and slipped them into his pocket, and ran away like a rabbit. It looks like this is something that happened. ”

"It's reasonable. We need to do it with the help of VC organizations, and it makes sense. Mirosławku seemed to want to continue to convince Jamila beside him.

Jamila tilted her head and was silent for a long time. Behind her, Lobita looked at Jamila's side face, and her mouth moved slightly, but she couldn't speak—Jamila's eyes wandered half a centimeter to the right, and when she saw Lobita's complicated thoughts, her mouth opened and closed slightly, and she didn't know what she said, and turned her face back again. But Mirosławku still didn't face it squarely.

Then she tightened the reins and said to Mirosławku: "The merchant will use tempting bait to entice the fish to take the bait." We could have thrown this bait to them right now. In exchange for our support for their blood mines. Of course, it's not the equivalent of bringing up the deal to them when they're in their prime – and that might be your concern. But if we get the bet right, we can reap the rewards of greater power – a gamble worth it, and it's not too risky. ”

"If you insist, I have no objection."

Businessmen, when faced with a ten-percent profit, will do whatever it takes. And Mirosław Koun would rather reduce the profit value a lot and get a higher success rate, which Lobita did not expect. Perhaps it is in this way that Mion can earn thousands of gold and become a wealthy merchant from a worthless small vendor.

Judging by the results alone, it seems that Jamila is more of a merchant than Mirosławku, because Selenal did not hesitate to agree to Jamila's offer of exchange, saying that he had been saved by them, and now they are coming to help them reclaim their homeland, and the grateful and honorable Bloodblade clan will henceforth be their true allies, and will fight for Dumar's freedom with zeal and spare. When Jamila came back to tell the news, the corners of her mouth were clearly hooked into a smile, and she looked at the old man with a little smug on her face.

"A shrewd person is most afraid of encountering a brute who has no limit in his head." Mirosławku shook his head self-deprecatingly.

The ensuing battle needs no elaboration - a thousand enraged dwarven warriors and a few skilled and indignant humans swept across the mountains, just as the Iron Staff swept across the Norsom Plains, and there were no more mercenaries standing in their path. Serfenale had a few warriors on the sidelines, and their task was to throw all the fallen dwarven soldiers off the cliff with hyacinth petals, which was their unique way of burial. And those mercenaries, whether dead or alive, will be nailed to the mountain trees until they become skeletons, and then there will be no bones left in the wind and rain.

Obviously, this group of mercenaries who were busy cutting and carrying blood ore had no idea that the Bloodblade Clan would gather a savage monster that could resist so quickly, and they chose to fight the dwarves heroically without firearms, relying only on a small number of bows and arrows as support, and soon, their front crumbled, layer after layer of defense was overturned, and those poor mercenaries were pierced through the heart with swords and axes, and then nailed to the trees. But equally, the dwarven warriors were killed by the bows and arrows in the distance and the well-trained mercenaries, and the blood flowed down the edge of the cliff, staining half of the walls red. Lobita was in the middle of the dwarven procession, and he aimed his spear at the good archers who thought they were hiding in the distance, and swept them off the cliff with a single shot. The roar of the earth-shattering muskets sparked the fighting spirit of the surrounding dwarves, who almost shouted "For the sake of the Bloodblade Clan" and rushed forward over the corpses of their comrades.

"Look at the old man's face, that sour face can make fresh milk clump and ferment!" Selfenal on the side snorted and laughed at the solemn-faced Mirosławku not far away, while continuing to wave his battle axe to beckon the warriors forward.

But it seemed that Selfenal had mistaken his face, and suddenly there was a rumbling sound above them—a loud sound like lightning and thunder, which put everyone who heard him into a state of astonishment, and Lobita felt as if she were stretched and straightened, and might fall if she was not careful. - It was terrifying, as several huge logs rolled down the uphill slope, overwhelming several enemies like lightning and then running over the dwarves. The situation suddenly became terrifying, and several of the dwarves led by them rushed forward, trying to stop the tumbling monster with their bodies, even though the hope of success was as slim as auspicious.

“prohibereiniuriam!” Jamila raised her staff and shouted the incantation, and as the sound waves spread into everyone's ears like a turbulence, people's vision suddenly changed, and the log was rapidly covered with vines and branches, and in an instant it was full of emerald green, and then the log went straight back and rolled back magically and irregularly.

Suoli, who was leading the way, turned around and looked at Jamila behind him with an incredulous expression, "This is definitely the most weird thing I've seen since I hit the mother's womb." The magician is really untouchable. ”

There were no accidents, and there was no encounter with the mysterious wizard on the way, and the dwarven home was recovered. Surrounded by ruined houses, dwarves are burying the bodies of their families - they are not warriors, so they have their own land after death. Then part of them went to cut down trees and prepare materials for the new house and tonight's bonfire. And the remnants of the defeated army entrenched in the chief's chamber walked out of the door in a dejected manner to surrender to the dwarves - if they knew what they were about to face, they would not have chosen to do so, even if it was better to kill themselves than to fall into the hands of the bloodbladed dwarves, oh, in fact they regretted it when they saw the corpses of their companions pinned to the trees.

"Bloodblade dwarves are extremely inattentive to death itself, they are not taboo or afraid of death, which means that they are like snakes, they have no fear in the face of threats to their lives, and they still vomit their cores in the face of strong enemies. But their sense of responsibility and identification with their race is strong and terrifying, which means that if you invade their territory and hurt their people, hundreds or thousands of snakes will emerge from the snake hole and wrap around your heels and your neck until they tear you to pieces. This is the most terrible and intimidating race. So they were able to monopolize the mountains for thousands of years without extinction. ”

"But they did it in a difficult environment. If they enter an environment of peace and abundance, their alertness and fighting spirit will quickly slacken, and they will quickly fear death after they have a fixed postpartum through their efforts. They are no longer in a corner, but go out and come into contact with more races and more civilizations, and after they merge with each other, they will become less identified with the tenets of their own race. They are only strong because they are nurtured by this closed mountain city-state. But that's enough for us. We only need such a powerful Bloodblade clan. It will assist us in the recovery of the city-state that is coming. ”

"Oh? Mirosławku, what strange creed are you instilling in this boy? "Jamila and Sefinal continued their discussions about the handover of the Blood Mine when they found Lobita and them by a nearby rock.

"Lord Jamila, you need not be suspicious, I did not instill anything strange in this young man of yours." Mion coughed dryly twice, and seemed to look at Jamila with a kind eyebrow.

"I don't question you, the maned dogs never suspect their companions, after all, when they hunt, they can't cooperate sincerely. As you hoped, the deal was negotiated, and to my delight I seem to have found myself a bit of a businessman, and they accepted your terms as they were, and they would cut the blood ore and escort it to your newly bought castle in Kukunad. In addition, I think I have played the role of a senior squire very well, and I hope you will give me the same salary as Katzpel. ”

"Don't worry, I never make an IOU...... Well, at least for my own people. However, I still need sufficient money to support the preparations for this war, and I will not be able to do much with the few empty ideals in the city and no one who has made any effort for the cause of revival except by relying on the imagination of the brain. I thought that when the war was won, I would settle all my salaries - and indeed I did the same with Felix and Katzper. Mirosławku seemed to have righteously pushed down the request.

In this way, this small battle ended like this, maybe this was only a weapon fight with the dwarven emperor thousands of years ago, and the elves naturally did not bother to record this history. However, it must be said that this battle, which had a new meaning for the Bloodblade Clan, ended like this. After executing all the captives in a variety of fancy ways and having a bonfire, Lobita and his party said goodbye to the dwarves and left the place.

"Old guys, if you have a chance to come to the mountains again, I swear, the next time you come, you will never encounter such a disturbing thing, and some will only be the mountain delicacies used to entertain the distinguished guests and our home-brewed gin. Oh yes, and a couple of good bags of 'Old Toby' cigarettes! Séphannel reluctantly bid farewell to his benefactors, as if the day they had spent together seemed like years.

After this absurd adventure, Lobita and the others returned to a castle in Mirosławku southeast of Kukunad, and in fact there were many complaints about his extravagant behavior, but they had nothing to say about the fact that they could not live without hiding places in Kukunad. But it's worth mentioning that the castle is typically dwarven, and Mirosławku seems to have ignored it - building a Rocco building in Dumar would only feel stale, but if someone made a dwarven building, it might be considered a humiliation. The bulky and thick style of the dwarven buildings was very much in the style of Dumar's wealthy newly-minted merchants, and it would be mad to imagine a ball and a feast in such a house made of huge stone and metal - no different from humming a cheerful song in a church.

And now, they stopped at this square - several cylinder buildings are next to each other to form the castle, a circular staircase connects several buildings in series, part of the staircase exposes the square building, so it can be roughly seen that this is a circular staircase, the most commendable place is the top of the building, carved a huge bronze statue of a war horse, the horse's four feet are on the top of the four square buildings, the horse's mane is carved exquisitely, it feels like it is blowing with the wind, and the armor on the horse's back is polished and shiny.

"I think this might be an ancient general's castle." Lobita guessed.

"Why can't you just be a knight?" Jamila retorted.

"I think it might be a guard." Capeltz was also involved.

"Well, it may have been dominated by generals, knights, and guards before, but it now belongs to a merchant." Mirosławku was the first to enter the castle with a smile, followed by the others.

Although the castle is not striking, its internal structure is still quite good, and it may be regarded as a failure. First of all, the interior is very warm, in this autumn evening, when the sun sets, the autumn breeze is slightly cool, but there is no trace of penetration into the interior, whether it is an open hall, or a large or small room, it is so warm that people are sleepy. In addition, the rational structure of the rooms and the circular staircase connecting them also make communication within the castle very convenient. The last point is that the air inside the house is relatively dry, which is perhaps difficult to achieve in many mansions - so the interior is not covered with moss, and the walls are caressed, and the weight of the stone is more invasive.

After they had finished admiring the surroundings of the hall, a dwarven butler led them to their respective rooms, where Katspel and another guard lived opposite Mirosławku, which was a different thing, and Lobita and Jamila also lived next door to Mirosławku, which could probably be seen as a gesture of affection to the two of them, after all, Mirosławku still had to trust Jamila anyway.

While waiting for dinner, Jamila arrives at Lobita's bedroom and offers to explain the bow to Lobita. In fact, Lobita himself had all kinds of guesses about the bow, which popped up when he touched the bow while checking his belongings on the way back.

"First of all, you don't have any illusions that this bow will be used again. It's somewhat disposable. As soon as Jamila spoke, she extinguished most of Lobita's enthusiasm, so much so that she didn't want to hear what Jamila had to say next.

"A long time ago, when I was looking through the books of the elves, I came across this poem.

Whenever I see this rich forest,

My heart fell into an indescribable peace.

I see the murmur of the treetops,

I listen to the lightness of the branches.

Tonight's bright moon, never sink in the west,

But Jun still traveled far away.

May this thing give you a little peace,

In distant countries, don't forget your original intention and don't kill mortals......

It is worth mentioning that the word 'ronae' appears several times in this poem, which means calm. However, the tone of the poem in the second half of the poem has completely changed, and it has become very grandiose, not like a love poem written by a woman to a man, but like an epic poem about war, which may have been mixed up when people recorded it later. And as I was reading the poem and writing it down, something strange happened in the northernmost territory of the Kaiser court, Hassenward, which bordered the elven realm. It is said that when a group of adventurers were digging food in the frozen permafrost to save their lives, the hoe touched a layer of tough things, which was thought to be a stone, but after digging it, it was found that it was a broken bow, and everyone was surprised why the bow was not broken by the hoe, this bow had no bowstring, and the bow was still pasted with a layer of black blood stains that had long been frozen. This is how the living of them described it - for somehow they quarreled on the way back over the broken bow, and in the end several of them died in the ice field, which, of course, was not said when the living returned. ”

"You've been following them and you've learned the truth?"

"Yes. I focused on the whole story, and the dispute between the laity was only a small part of it. When I dug deeper, I found that this bow and this love poem are connected to each other, and their age can be traced back to 10,000 years, and my impression of that time is also from the records in the history books. At that time, the elves had occupied the whole of the north, and they were more powerful than ever, so like the dwarves and now the humans, they were eager to conquer, they wanted to open up the frontiers, so they fought for years and felled down the trees that they had once regarded as guardian gods as a supplement to their weapons. Wooden weapons, which were originally used as decorations or to contain the power of the gods, were also equipped to the front lines. In this way, the elves were invincible, conquering everything, and looting countless treasures from all over the world, piled up in the elven king's palace. It was at this time that the weapon came out, and its owner carried it to the battlefield with a woman's affection. and finally died on the battlefield. However, even the woman was not its first owner. This bow may accompany the entire history of the appearance and development of the elves, like a leaf in a trickle, forever drifting in the shadow of time. ”

"It sounds powerful, but why ......"

"No, time does not mean that it is strong, it has passed through countless time and space in vain, but it has been tossed and turned from this 10,000-year space to the next 10,000 years, and what really makes it powerful is the power of the immortal tree spirit attached to it. And to force out the power of the dryad little by little, you need the bowstring, which is not a string twisted from linen rope, but the beard of a living dryad. Although in essence there is no difference. ”

"Dryads? That's a race that only exists in myths. You won't tell me that not only do they really exist, but they also have their own civilization and territory. ”

"They exist, and they don't exist anymore. During that protracted campaign, they completely sided with their former friends, the elves, and helped Toragon, the son of man, defeat the elves and help them establish a great kingdom. But later, when they found that humans were just as hungry for nature as the elves, they abandoned the humans and returned to the mountains and valleys alone, and a small number of them chose to renew their old friendships with the elves and continue to protect them. ”

"And the bow you have now may be the one made by the elves that was blessed by the Dryant Leader earlier, and sealed its power with the Dryad's beard. But then the force betrayed its master and chose humanity. Later, in one war after another, he slaughtered the enemy in front of the bow-wielding. The spell for this bow to break the seal is ronae. However, this ancient bow has been used again and again in bloody wars that are not quiet, and perhaps the craftsman who made this bow and arrow in the first place wanted to mock those who used the power of the evil people. ”

"The bow is in my hands, and I leave it in the care of the old dwarf, who is truly worthy of it in his serene nature. Now I'm getting it back because I feel like it's calling to me, and it thinks it's really coming. ”

"The spirit of ten thousand trees, merging. Born, the life is born. ”

;