The hot pot of the day was eaten until the evening, and the three of them had been talking in secret in the house for a long time.

Alena insisted that the church should be neutral while trying to ensure that innocent believers would not be killed or injured, and Ferrante agreed with this, and began to contact the mysterious 'Della' to confirm what the hell the Aeolus Church was up to.

As for Sophia, she is only interested in the Church of the Anemoly.

While the three of them were eating hot pot, the others were not idle, and the Aeolus Church was still hunting the poor, but they knew that the wool could not catch a single one, and under the prying eyes of Dera, their hands had already begun to reach out to the refugees who had lost their homes.

After returning to the camp to arrange affairs, Ferrante personally visited Winston that night and began to learn about the Church of the Aeolus.

As for his brother Ferranche, who was not in Tria at all, he had already begun to travel around the empire in order to open a glass factory and mobilize the poor.

He was equally aware of his father's ambitions, but unlike Ferrante's disregard, he was a staunch opponent of Rono, and it had nothing to do with family affection, only about the ideals in his heart.

But on the surface, his goal is being achieved step by step, but in fact, only he knows that he is dancing on the tip of a knife.

The strength and voice of the poor class are indeed increasing, but the oppression of the aristocracy in the empire has not decreased.

It's not that he cares too much about sacrifice, it's that the Honoris Empire next to him really can't let him relax.

The Church and the Imperial Coalition temporarily strangled the horse's hooves due to domestic conflicts, causing Honoris to still have a chance to breathe.

But as long as Honoris still has a chance to fight back, the contradiction between the poor and the nobles can only be hidden.

Neither side is a fool, and no one wants to be solving internal contradictions, when someone from outside suddenly intervenes.

"It's a dead knot, the church is the only one who has the power to balance the weight to break the deadlock, but they choose neutrality, my brother, alas, ......"

On the hillside at sunset, Ferranch rode a fast horse and led the team to the next town, in addition to increasing the strength of the poor class, finding a way to break the situation, which was also the purpose of his trip, just like Winston, the world has never lacked geniuses.

The intrigue in Hokuriku is like a mess of porridge, and if Brandi hadn't chosen to leave Hokuriku in the first place, maybe he would have a chance to turn over.

But now he did not regret it, in the woods, this young man who was deep in thought but like the newborn sun, was now on a wooden cane, watching the sunset gradually sinking, and became a vulture-like man.

The lights in the distance are dim, and the town of Ximu at the gate of the dwarven kingdom is always in the light.

After two months of trekking, the exchange group of the thirteen orcs finally arrived at the territory of the dwarves.

Because they had sent a message to the dwarves before they set out, the hospitable dwarves hosted a grand feast to greet them.

In order to show his noble courtesy, the dwarven king made an exception to add a few new rows of houses and fields on the outskirts of Ximu Town, which was to take care of the oppression that the orcs could not endure the cave.

Candles and oil lamps hung on every street in Creekwood, the warm atmosphere dispelled the cold of winter, and countless fine wines and barbecues filled all the open spaces.

To the east of the town, rows of dwarves show their respect by striking sword embryos with casting hammers with fire and wine.

Led by Brandy, the orc exchange group walked into Creekwood Town and sent precious gems and ores to show their friendship.

The dwarf king's eyes were so sharp, although he was curious that the leader was a human, he didn't immediately question it, and still regarded Brandi as an orc.

The banquet lasted all night, and no matter how enthusiastic the Dwarven King was, Brandi still didn't drink a bit.

Until the evening of the next day, the orcs continued their friendly exchanges with the dwarves in Brookwood Town, while Brandi walked into the dwarven palace alone.

After some pleasantries, Brandi broke the game first.

"Dear Dwarven King, we are very happy to be able to communicate formally with the Dwarven Clan, and I think it is just that we don't know each other well enough for past misunderstandings. ”

Brandy's hoarse voice did not arouse the dwarf king's disgust, but aroused a trace of interest.

"Of course, I think most of the orcs are equally friendly, and there are also hot-tempered dwarves, and it would be naïve to be able to divide the two races in this way, but ......"

"It's just that I'm a human?" Brandy's face under the hood was hideous, revealing a mocking smile.

"It's curious, it's hard to believe that a group of orcs would do what a human would do. ”

"As the Dwarven King just said, there will always be some outliers in any race, right?"

"That's true...... the Dwarf King pondered for a moment, then adjusted his seat, leaned back in his jewel-encrusted chair, and squinted at Brandy.

"So...... What is the purpose of the orc exchange group this time?"

"On behalf of the orcs, come and establish communication with the dwarven kingdom and get eternal peace between the two races. ”

"That's not a reason for you to leave the orc representative behind and enter the palace alone. The dwarf shook his head, his palm rubbing against the throne.

Brandi sat in his chair, tapped his staff, and said calmly in a hoarse voice, "I want to make a deal with the Dwarven King." ”

"Oh? ”

"There are a total of one hundred and thirty-two people in the exchange group, and ten people from each of the thirteen orc tribes, I hope that the dwarves can make suitable armor for them according to different races. ”

The dwarven king had a strange look on his face and chuckled: "No problem, one hundred and thirty pairs of armor, the dwarf kingdom is not a problem." ”

"No, Your Majesty the Dwarven King, I mean...... The entire orc thirteen tribes. ”

The dwarf king tapped the armrest, his eyes were like a tiger, and his face instantly sank: "What do you want to do?!"

"Eternal peace with the dwarves. Brandi replied slowly.

The dwarf king pursed his lips, his eyes narrowed into a slit, and he looked at this human with a complicated expression that could make the orcs willing to take the lead, and was silent for a while.

"Of course, we provide the ore needed to craft the armor ourselves, and it's ...... Twice as much, on the one hand, to create armor for us, and on the other hand, to make up for the dwarves because they live in the sacred mountain, there is no shortage of precious materials, but there is not enough ordinary iron. ”

"Your Majesty the Dwarven King, this business is a sure bet. ”

"Twice? What a big breath! Can you be the master of the orcs?"

"Of course. Brandi got up and took off his hood, brushed his beard, and showed his terrifying face, staring at the figure on the throne, "If I say twice, it must be twice!"

The Dwarven King fell silent again, and after a long time, he got up and walked over to Brandy.

"I've met quite a few humans, and you're the most daring I've ever met. ”

"When I was younger, I was an adventurer for a while. ”

"Then you must be the most successful adventurer, this matter cannot be answered to you immediately, I think the orcs must need to rest here for a few more days. ”

"Thank you for your hospitality. ”

Brandi saluted with one hand on his chest in a human way, then put on his hood and walked towards the outside of the palace.

Only the dwarven king, who had been staring at his back, was silent.

In Creekwood, Brandy looked at the barrels in the clearing, then shook his head and tried to go back to his house, but a voice suddenly stopped him.

"You said it?"

"That's it. ”

"Will they say yes?"

"I don't know. ”

"I thought you knew everything. ”

"Butterfly, I'm not a god. ”

Butterfly pouted and walked over to Brandi's side and handed over the wine glass in her hand, "Why do you have to do this?"

Brandi waved his hand, "Sooner or later, it's going to happen, I'm just taking precautions for the orcs in advance...... This wine glass is beautiful. ”

"The dwarves say it's called glass, it's beautiful, but it's easy to break. Butterfly glanced at him and drank the wine from her glass, "Brandy, you can't let the orcs die. ”

“...... I know. ”

Brandi still staggered away, and Butterfly stood alone on the street corner, looking at the bright stars in the sky, and a glowing figure flashed in her heart from time to time.

For the next few days, the Dwarven King didn't give Brandy a proper answer, and he wasn't in a hurry, so he just waited with peace of mind.

Three days later, Brandi took advantage of the night to open the door and walk out of Creekwood.

The cold weather did not stop him, he put on a piece of animal skin, sat on a boulder at the entrance of the town, and looked up at the stars in the sky.

Armor is just the beginning, and if all goes well, there will be weapons and weapons of war.

As he and Butterfly said, sooner or later there will be a war between orcs and humans, maybe decades later, maybe hundreds of years later, and he just brought this matter forward.

"Brother, you must live, wait for me to go back......"

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