Bally's Duck.

A member of the Duck Dwarf tribe.

He was born like an ordinary dwarf, learning the ancestral crafts of the dwarves from his elders.

Obey the rules of the clan, enter the pit at the age of 12, and learn about various ores from the old dwarves.

He came out of the pit at the age of 16 and became an apprentice and began to learn casting from his master.

Not long ago, in the dragon plague known as the 'Rainbow Wing Plague'.

Bally's family and home he had to live on.

He followed the survivors of the tribe and began a wandering life.

The days of sleeping in the open were not easy, and many dwarves died on the way.

Until, they met two 'Terrans'.

A spellcaster with a shiny stone floating on his head.

The white-robed one described a paradise to them.

All the suffering wandering dwarves were moved.

They followed two arcanists through a difficult journey to reach the city of miracles.

An incredible city floating in the sky.

On that day, they learned that the name of the city was Ideal Township.

At first, the dwarves didn't know much about the name.

Until, that day, they heard the speech of the lords and nobles of the Floating City to them.

He seemed to understand the meaning of the ideal township.

'Home of any race'.

Barry thought, that's what it means, right?

Life in Ideal Township is so good.

Unscrew something called a faucet, and clean water will flow out.

Unused wastewater is piped to a lower level for sewage treatment.

The construction of the pipeline came from the hands of their dwarves, the Bard Stag.

This makes him very proud.

Yesterday, the caravan came.

Brought a wide variety of goods.

Lise Duck of the same family.

Barry's crush on a dwarf girl who has a crush on the goods from a stall in the caravan.

It was a beautiful silver comb, with fine workmanship, and it was definitely made by a craftsman.

Sells for up to one gold coin.

In terms of material alone, this comb is not worth the price.

However, this is a craft, an outstanding work of master craftsmen, and it is worth the price.

This is what his beloved girl thinks about all night.

After a night of sleep, Barry gathered his friends and forged a dwarven battle axe together all night.

Very good craftsmanship has made a fine tomahawk.

Even a master of forgery can't help but praise Barry's craftsmanship when he sees this tomahawk.

He was a hard-working and talented young dwarf.

Once the tomahawk was ready, Barry couldn't wait to carry it to the shop.

"Boss, I want that silver comb! Is it okay to trade this for this? As he spoke, Barry tiptoed and offered his tomahawk with both hands.

Young dwarves do not have dense beards.

The face is slightly immature, and the eyes are full of sincerity.

The caravans were cautious about the guests of the Floating City.

The boss took the tomahawk and looked at it carefully.

But at this moment, there was laughter from the crowd.

A tall young man from the 'Adult Race' walked over with his hands in his pockets.

"Fuck off, shabby dead gnome."

The man was a villager from the village of Beira and was named Ali.

He had previously applied for a new member of the Order, but he was unsuccessful.

It wasn't meant to be.

But seeing that many of the young dwarves among the dwarves were selected, he felt unbalanced.

Even a few times when he was drinking in a bar, he expressed a certain amount of resentment towards Charlie.

He believed that Charlie should give all the places in the first batch of knights to the village of Bella.

And not these short beggars who beg for food halfway through.

Of course, his radical remarks almost caused a confrontation in the bar several times.

After all, the dwarves who were heavy drinkers also became regular customers of the tavern.

The conflict between the human side and the dwarves is a big deal.

After a short time, it was defused by the city hall officials who arrived later, that is, several backbones of the Knights.

But apparently, the goodwill of the Knights, Ali did not understand very well.

Ali took a gold coin from his pocket and threw it to the merchant.

"Give me this comb."

As for the contradictions within the Floating City, the small traders obviously don't want to get involved.

With the gold coins, the vendor laid down the dwarven battle axe.

Because he really can't tell how much this thing is worth.

It's much easier to collect gold coins.

The hard work that he and his brother had worked hard to build overnight was returned.

The dwarves burned with rage.

"I'm here first!" The young dwarf was stubborn.

His people came and pulled him away, trying to persuade him away.

The elders have said to avoid conflict with the indigenous people as much as possible.

However, in the middle of the crowd stood Liz.

This was like adding fuel to the fire, and the young and impulsive dwarf boy could not bear this grievance.

"Why give it to him?! I'll come first! Don't you think the dwarven craftsman's battle axe is worth a gold coin?! ”

The vendor was speechless in embarrassment.

But Ali smiled and mocked:

"Why do you want this? Do you comb the 'long hair' that grows on your chin?

Or is it your wife, who is standing here, fat woman, eh? ”

If it was just a personal grudge before.

Then, the latter sentence is equivalent to 'group attack'.

The dwarves were all furious.

"Duel...... I'm going to duel you! Bali's angry face turned the color of pig's liver.

The crowd of onlookers gathered more and more.

Some of the villagers of Beila village persuaded Ali a few words; Others share his views; Others are simply to watch the excitement.

Finally, the riot attracted the least desirable people.

A faint voice on the periphery of the crowd made the audience instantly quiet.

"Can I know what's going on here?"

The audience was silent.

Hearing the sound, the crowd consciously separated left and right.

The people are not chattering.

Their eyes were all cast on the young nobleman who came against the light.

Charlie was dressed in a white aristocratic dress, which reflected the black dragon on his shoulder.

The green eyes covered by the hair were full of coldness.

She was flanked by a young bronze dragon with his head held high.

On his shoulder lies a languid, arrogant young black dragon.

The lord of the Floating City, an unfathomable 'dragon trainer'.

The black dragon's golden dragon eyes looked at his humans in fear.

Old Tom stepped forward.

He had just opened his mouth, and he was still about to say something.

Charlie lifted his black-gloved hand and stopped old Tom.

She glanced at the crumpled little old man.

The palm that stood in front of old Tom was slender, but with a majesty that could not be refuted.

At the moment, she is the Count of Violet, one of the owners of the Ideal Village.

Charlie's majesty is not to be offended.

Old Tom let out a 'groan' in his heart, and a bad premonition arose.

Charlie's outstretched palm turned to the merchant at the jewelry stall.

"You say, what's going on."

Where have the merchants of the stalls seen this formation?

An arcanist nobleman with a two-headed dragon.

The little vendor who almost peed his pants told the story in one fell swoop.

Charlie listened quietly.

Didn't interject from start to finish.

Until the vendor finished speaking, the audience was silent.

She slowly turned to Ali, whose face had become less pretty.

"I remember you, you seem to be called Ali."

Ali's face was overjoyed.

He thought, how could humans not speak for humans, but instead help a group of dwarfs who begged for food?

Charlie's voice grew colder, "You heard what I said in the conference hall that day. ”

Ali pursed his lips and nodded sullenly.

I think I'm probably going to apologize to these damn dwarves.

But heroes don't suffer immediate losses.

This is the territory of their Bella Village, and can they turn these stinky gnomes upside down?

Hey! Wait, he's got a way to deal with these damn gnomes!

Charlie nodded slightly, "Very good, that's knowingly." ”

There were also a few goblins present.

They stood far away, obviously unwilling to get involved.

But Charlie, by course, pointed to one of the goblins.

"Do you remember what I said that day?"

The goblin who was spotted was stunned, but soon, he was pushed out by his companions.

Standing in the crowd, all eyes were focused on the goblin.

The goblin hung his head slightly, and his green rough hand rolled up his dirty lichen robe:

"You say...... The ideal township does not define the noble and the inferior by race, and does not distinguish between the rich and the poor; Seniority is not based on priority.

Those who reach are the first, the brave are proud, the benevolent are the examples, and the virtuous are respected......"

Charlie bowed his head and said lightly, "I, what else did you say?" ”

The goblin was stunned, hesitating to know whether to speak or not.

However, Barry Duck stepped forward at this time.

"You say, violators are expelled forever."

He spoke with a sonorous voice, and there seemed to be a fire burning in his eyes.

He looked straight at Charlie with eyes burning with the fire of faith, waiting for an answer.

Only Charlie's crisp voice echoed in the market:

"It's good that someone finally remembers me.

I am here, then, in the name of the Earl Lord of the Holy Platinum Empire;

As one of the owners of the Floating City of Ideal Township, he performs the authority of the administrator.

Ali, you are banished forever.

In this life, I shall not set foot in my territory again,

There will no longer be a place for you in the ideal township. ”

The villagers of the village of Beira fried the pot.

Their village was originally not very populous.

There is no one in a village who does not know it. Ali grew up watching the old people in the village!

How does this work?!

Old Tom was anxious.

Regardless of Charlie's strength at the moment, he stepped forward to implore the lord to take back the punishment.

Even a whip of Ali would be better than exile forever.

However.

Charlie had expected it.

But the riot at the scene, even if the 7-member knights were under full pressure, they couldn't control it.

It's not that they can't beat less than a hundred civilians, but without hurting people.

They can't control the scene.

I saw Charlie's hand with black leather gloves waving slightly.

McGonagall stepped forward and blocked Charlie behind her.

"Roar——! Roar——! ”

Although it is only a juvenile dragon, it has a long body the size of an elephant.

He lowered his long python-like neck, and the dragon's head showed its ferocious side.

The crown of heads that surrounded the skull all 'exploded'.

His wide mouth of blood can make anyone see clearly, the dense sharp teeth in the dragon's mouth!

And his roar resounded throughout the Floating City, frightening all the villagers who had rioted a moment ago.

Charlie walked out and raised his hand, gently resting it on the bronze dragon's long nose bone.

"I say, expel forever, who opposes, stand up."

The scene was silent.

"Good." Charlie nodded slightly.

No one challenged her authority, and that's good.

"McGonagall, drop him on the border of Maddie City."

McGonagall took the order, and the dragon's claws grabbed the pale Ali and flew into the sky.

"Ahhh——!h I was wrong! Forgive me! Lord Earl! - No, no, no!! ”

Ali's screams were gone.

His screams left a shadow on the hearts of every villager in Beira.

Charlie turned to think he was all right, and watched the bustling vendors.

"Yesterday, did anyone tell you the rules here?"

It's over, it's not over yet!

The little trader's face was bloodless, his lips and teeth trembled, "Yes, yes, the knights said ......"

"We do not judge the rich and the poor by race, nor do we divide the rich and the poor into inferiority. Which one did you do? ”

'Ordinary', the merchant knelt on the spot.

He regretted why he didn't just take the dwarf's axe in the first place, causing such a disaster.

"I, I am willing to hand over all my goods to you, Your Excellency, and I beg your forgiveness for the sins I have committed in your territory!"

Charlie gave him a faint look.

"Not necessarily. Go and tell Hydson that you are not allowed to appear in Ideal Country from now on. ”

Charlie's gaze turned to the stunned dwarf again.

She held out her hand, "Can you show me this axe?" ”

Ba flicked a few tomahawks from his dirty sleeves.

With his mouth strained and on tiptoe, he handed the tomahawk to Charlie.

Charlie took a closer look.

She couldn't understand whether this thing was good or bad, so she turned around and asked Li, who was born as a mercenary.

"How much is it worth?"

"Ten gold coins at least."

"Okay, give him ten gold coins."