The king sat alone at the head, and Gimli and Dwalin sat on the left and right. They only occupy a small portion of the long table, and the dishes are nothing special. In addition to a large plate of grilled meat, there are chunks of cheese and bread, and of course, good wine. Silence fell, and in fact, there were only the voices of each chewing in the entire hall, and even a successful businessman like Dvalin who knew how to balance left and right did not dare to speak at this time. He was still in a state of blindfolding, so he unexpectedly met the boss of the dwarf clan without warning, and the pressure was not ordinary.

Dwarin has seen the world, and it is common to talk and laugh with the powerful figures of the big family, and it stands to reason that a dwarven king who does not have the right to forcibly levy is not much different from the lord of a city in non-war times, but this city is stronger, but he feels really restrained. Racial restraint was hard to overcome, Dvalin thought to himself, and then shifted his attention to the food on his plate. To tell the truth, although the food was ordinary, it was very delicate, and it made him appetite, after all, he had not eaten a decent meal since he returned to the Dark Furnace. Gradually, the feeling of stagnation in his body gradually lessened, and the merchant's mind took over again. Perhaps it was subconsciously in order to make up for the previous cramped restlessness, at this time he was in high spirits, and his mind was full of only thinking about getting a big one from the Ironforge Royal City and the Dwarven King.

The three of them were still moving well, but the food was still bottoming out as quickly as a whirlwind, and they put down their knives and forks in about the same time.

"Young man, I think you must be strange, if there is something inconsiderate, don't blame Gimli, I made him keep his mouth shut."

This sentence actually doesn't say anything, but it is used to test attitude.

"Your Majesty, if it weren't for Master Gimli, I wouldn't have had the chance to go deep into the heart of Ironforge Castle, and this trip alone would be enough to blow to others for years. Your Majesty, rest assured, even if this deal is not successful, I am also satisfied, as for the matter of forcing me out of the clan......" Dewalin deliberately paused for a moment, and then said: "Forget it, it is not comfortable to stay there anyway, where to live is not to live." ”

The dwarven king was stunned when he heard this, nodded, said two or three more words of soup, and then left the hall.

"Huh, I didn't expect His Majesty to be waiting for us to eat, right?"

Gimli's words were a bit against his will, and from Dwarin's reply just now, he was far from being frightened.

"I'm also shocked, don't think that if we work in Ironforge Castle, we can see Your Majesty every day, let alone eat at one table."

Both of them drank very slowly, chatting with each other. Devalin, on the other hand, seemed to be more focused on the huge plate and the long table.

……

"You know, I came to you this time because I wanted to ask for advice."

Dwalin's eyes were slightly downcast, but they quickly became cloudy again. After more than an hour of meaningless conversations, finally, the other party couldn't help it.

"Oh?" This time he didn't pretend to be modest, but just echoed questions of unknown significance.

Gimli didn't dodge anymore and handed over a stone. Dwalin reached out and took it, he weighed it, then watched it carefully for a moment until he was sure it was just a very ordinary stone. He frowned slightly as his energy focused on the strange symbols on the stones.

"What is this?" Dwarin wondered.

"That's exactly what we want you to answer."

Gimli watched Dvalin closely, observing even the slightest change in expression, but he was destined to be disappointed, for Dvalin behaved like they had seen the stone for the first time, only puzzled.

"I think I may recognize some of the lines," said Dwarin, spreading his hands and placing the stone between the two of them, pointing to some of the marks, "for example, this half-cut symbol, which I seem to have seen somewhere, but the part underneath it seems to me that it may form some pattern or part of some symbol. ”

Dwalin left the stone in the middle of the table, then sat back in his chair and lit a pot of tobacco, exhaling the unpredictable fumes.

"To be honest, I'm not an archaeologist, so it's worth your trouble for such a small piece of rubble?"

Dwalin no longer looked at the stone, as if he was focused on the pipe in his hand, but if someone who knew him very well might see that he was smoking his pipe at least half as often as usual, which meant that his heart was by no means as calm as it seemed. Because, he recognized the notches on the stones! Just by first sight, he could determine what it was.

Gimli's pupils shrank, and he squinted his eyes and sat back in the depths of the chair, a powerful aura quietly spreading from him. This was the first time he had shown his strength in front of the other party, and in less than a second, obscure energy fluctuations had already enveloped the entire space, the fire in the hall seemed to suddenly dim, and the temperature seemed to have dropped to freezing in an instant.

"Young man," a low, dangerous voice sounded, "are you fooling my wisdom!" ”

The ice flower climbed onto the foot of the table and attacked Dwalin two meters away, and soon spread to him, and the pipe that had just been lit could not withstand the cold, and gradually froze. Devalin, however, seemed completely unaware that he was the target of all the chills, and his frozen fingers pressed the smoke pot, then slowly pulled out the flint. A little spark bloomed, extinguished in a very short time, and he just repeated the same action in vain.

"Sneer......"

The spark fell on the dry tobacco, and with a well-timed breath it burned again, the rising smoke dispelled the cold, and everything was back to normal. And Gimli also faded from his cold appearance, with some helplessness between his eyebrows. Dwalin acted as usual, just spitting smoke, but he was slightly relieved. Because judging from Gimli's performance, he didn't perceive the killing intent at all, and those murderous auras were just the result of his deliberate creation, so he dared to be so calm. The experience of wandering on the edge of life and death in those years made him judge this subtle difference, but when it comes to life, no matter how sure the gamble is, it is also a big gamble. Just then, the door to the hall opened again.

"I didn't know what it meant when I heard you were a strange dwarf, but now it seems like you're more than just weird."

Dwalin jumped out of his chair and bowed to the comer, for it was His Majesty's departure and return.

"Alright, Gimley, don't be frustrated, after all, you're not good at acting."

The king sat down on the throne again, placed the complete slab in his hand on the table, only the carved side downward, and then he looked at Dwalin.

"Then, clever little merchant, let's talk about the deal."