ARNO, THE ONE-EYED DRAGON WHO LEFT THE PALACE OF THE HEART OF STONE, DID NOT GO TO THE LUXURIOUS STONEBREAD ON THE CLIFF NEXT TO THE PALACE OF THE DWARVES THAT THE DWARF KING HAD PROVIDED FOR HIM. Instead, prepare to head to the trading bazaar inside Tekkenke.

Along the way, the silver-clad Iron Fist Fort was full of pentagonal maples with their heads bowed and drooping, not because the trunks of the pentagonal maples were not straight, but because the snow on the branches of the treetops bent them one by one. Looking down from the halfway point of the giant mountain where the Stone Heart Palace sits, these snow-crushed pentagonal maples planted in the Iron Fist Castle look like a stretch of white waves.

Gears are everywhere, thanks to the skills passed down from the dwarves who love to fiddle with metal. In this regard, Arno had to marvel at the dwarves' ingenious manufacturing skills.

Arno walked down the stone steps leading to the Stone Heart Palace. In front of him, the snow-covered stone staircase came to an abrupt end like a cliff halfway up the mountain.

Next to the cliff are several machines called by the dwarves as axle lifts. With these machines, which are full of gears and shafts, it is easy to get up and down between Shixin Palace and the lower city of Iron Fist Keep, without having to dig through the almost straight cliffs. This is one of the creative techniques that the dwarves are proud of.

The elevator suddenly activated, with the assistance of the dwarven manipulator. Arno could only hear the sound of wheels spinning from the top, and his vision began to slowly decline.

Even though he had been to Tekken Keep many times, Arno was still a little apprehensive about the technology invented by the dwarves, and he couldn't help but listen to the rumble above his head and grab the handrail of the elevator in the slight jolt.

The Iron Fist Castle under the rumble is peaceful. Even though the sky was snowing almost all year round, the domed stone houses that dotted the castle seemed very quiet. The slowly billowing smoke seemed to beckon him. Occasionally, one or two dwarven dwellers can be seen climbing to the dome with the help of pentagonal maple, wielding brooms to sweep away the snow that blocked the square flue. Farther away, in the clearing, young dwarfs frolicked and threw snowballs at each other. Even the walls surrounding Tekken were not at all in the slightest sign of crumbling, and even after a long time, they were still brand new, and even the snow was lovelyly white. Unlike the wilderness of the Kingdom of Lynston, it is full of abandoned and ruined fortresses, ruins and barren grass. There is less vicissitudes here, but more tranquility.

Arno's feet trembled violently, and he couldn't help but grasp the handrail, just a moment after leaving the Stone Heart Palace, the lower city of the Iron Fist Castle had arrived. He slowly walked down the axle elevator, and the operator of the lower city walked straight to an iron pillar embedded in the wall of the huge mountain, and struck the pillar with an iron rod.

In front of Arno was a straight stone path on flat ground, leading directly to the lower city. But waist-deep snow piled up on both sides of the path, making the path look like a trench.

“HELLO! TERRIAN'S・NOBLE!” The dwarves on the side of the road greeted Arno in a friendly manner, and Arno smiled and saluted the friendly dwarves.

The lower city of Tekken was quite familiar to Arno. He walked this path not ten times, but nine times. He walked straight into the lower city, made a sharp turn at the second street entrance, and walked along the horse road full of horseshoe marks. The trading bazaar of Tekken jumped into his eyes.

The scene here is quite different from the ordinary streets of Tekken, and many stone pillars have been erected at the entrance of the domed stone houses on both sides of the street, and ropes are attached to each other, and all kinds of goods are hung from the ropes. Unlike the stone houses in other streets, the igloos here are much larger than those of the dwarf dwellings, most likely to store more goods at the door. Dwarves were the most frequent in the crowd, but there were also Trian merchants in furs, and Arno even spotted several tall wood elves.

FOLLOWING THE FAMILIAR PATH, ARNO CAME TO THE DOOR OF A SLIGHTLY MORE REMOTE IGLOO, WHICH WAS COVERED BY A STONE DOOR WITH THE NAME OF THE OWNER OF THE HOUSE ENGRAVED ON THE SQUARE STONE BRICKS: "MERCHANT DULIN".

"After all, it's a night's work. Sleeping? Arno muttered, patted the snowflakes scattered on his body, walked to the stone door and slammed the door, "Click." Click. ”

After a rumbling sound, the heavy gate of the Dome slowly opened with the turn of the gears.

“HA! U・BASTARD!” The dwarf who came out of the door stepped forward and gave Arno a bear hug to Arno, who was standing in the doorway, "I mean, some boring guy knocked on my door at noon, I didn't expect it to be you damn bald guy!" ”

"The night goods are not bad! Turin. Arno bowed slightly and patted the dwarf Durin on the back, "I'm here today to knock on your door at noon. Let's just that happen! ”

"It's a coincidence. I couldn't sleep just now, so I kept rummaging through the boxes and counting our night goods. Just in time to hear your peculiar knock on the door, I said I was a fellow of the Sharp caravan. I don't know when I open the door and find that it's you! Durin rubbed his shiny long beard a little rudely, and the wolf meat crumbs that had been stained on his long beard were finally removed from his long beard, and then he looked behind Arno, who was only short passers-by hurrying by, "What are you doing to Iron Fist Forts without goods?" Your black market in Braning isn't ready to operate? ”

"Can't I come to you alone? It's not a little cold outside. Arnault reached out and knocked on the door.

"Of course, please come in. Come in. You see that I have forgotten what it is when I talk about trade—the hospitality of you Trians. Durin smiled slightly, stood by the door, and then followed the example of the Trian man touching his chest with one hand, and bowed his head to Arnobi with a gesture of invitation, but the clumsy appearance did not look like he was touching his chest but grasping his brown beard, "I just think it's a little weird that you're here like this." Surely some problem was thrown at me. It's like two years ago you threw this Iron Fist keep trade at me and let me leave the wonderful port of Havalore. Ah, I miss the wine and food at the Silaire Inn. ”

"Isn't the snow wolf meat here delicious? You're a lot fatter now than you were two years ago. Arno held on to the top of the door and hunched into Doolin's domed stone house. Durin, who had followed in, turned around and closed the stone door.

"This waist can't be small." Durin patted his belly, took off the snow wolf skin he had draped over his body, and threw it on the pile of goods beside him.

Arno also found a slightly cleaner place in the igloo and sat down. He took off his thick fur coat and threw it on the cargo box, feeling a little hot in the face of the fire burning in the stone platform.

"Say, Baron—Your Excellency." Durin leaned against the pile of goods, cut a small piece of air-dried wolf meat from the shelf of the stone wall and stuffed it into his mouth, "This time you came to me alone, there is nothing good about being on time." Based on the experience of the last time. ”

"Mr. Doolin, who can summarize, really got to the point." Arno grinned haha.

"It must be a problem. Who told me to take the gold of the Sharp family first, and now the gold of the fellows I used to know. But what can gold do? Gold can't buy luck. All I want is to be able to watch the snow fall in this Iron Fist Castle, and then hope to make enough money to splurge and splurge it, and beg a beautiful local dwarven lady to warm my bed. Durin licked the thick brown beard around his lips.

"Don't worry, it's not that hard. It's a nuisance for me, not for you. I just want to give you a vacation and let you go to Yafen to see the scenery there. Of course, there are enough gold and silver coins along the way. Arno immediately took a gold coin and a small bag of silver from his bosom and threw them into Durin's hand.

"What do you want me to do to you?" Durin smiled, "As I just said that they are all farting, I really want to go to Yafen to see it." You've got the right person. I want to say goodbye to the chilly nightlife now! ”

"I don't think there are many dwarves who can spin their heads faster than you! If you want to live in Javin, I suggest you don't, we are threatened by war! Arno spread his hands and shrugged his shoulders as if he were mocking Doolin's next thoughts.

"What, Yafen has a threat of war! I've been looking forward to the war for a long time! I think I'm a born warrior, not some fucking businessman! I hate it! I prefer my own axe! If I can do this, I also want to participate in the cooperation. You didn't say it sooner either! This is exciting news, and I have been fiddling with my double-edged tomahawk all the time, and I have never forgotten how to use it. You often say why there are so many axe marks on the stone pillar at my entrance that affect the beauty of this place, and I will tell you, I practice every day in the early morning, and I imagine the stone pillar as a monster! Imagine being an enemy! The more Durin spoke, the more excited he became, and he almost began to dance.

"Doolin, you really can...... These are exciting things for you, but they are very anxious for me and Culosius. Anyway, now you can pack up and head to Jaffenburg in no time. During the time you go, I will arrange your work here, and your salary will be calculated. If you want to stay with Colossius, that's fine. Arno cleared his throat, stood up, put his fur coat back on the lined aristocratic white shirt, and patted Durin on the shoulder, "I'll leave tonight, and remember to tell Culosius when you see him: 'Fantastical.'" Remember? ”

"Remember!" Du Lin patted his head happily.

"Repeat it to me." Arnault was still a little uneasy.

"Fantastical!" Durin pursed his lips and waved his hand impatiently.

"Be sure to remember! When you see His Excellency the Earl, you must first tell him this! Arnault told him repeatedly.

"Ain Monta, Somra Monta. When did you turn this one-eyed dragon into a nagging mother-in-law? DURIN GAVE ARNO A BLANK LOOK, "TIME, AND, TIDE, WAIT, NO, MAN!"