The night of the Forge Holy Land is never quiet, and the sound of striking iron is faintly audible.

Charles sat on a stone bench on the side of the road, looking at the sky lit red by the lights of the steel mill in the distance, and sighed deeply.

Beside him, the dwarves carried stretchers kept passing by, and it took them more than ten minutes to carry away both the dwarves and the elves in the banquet hall.

Dwarves are good drinkers, Charles knows it. Although they don't drink alcohol at work, they drink after work just like water.

Elves generally don't drink well, and Charles knows it. He hadn't seen Elizabeth drink a lot, and he didn't know where he had fled, and Halkara, where he had fled, was even worse.

So tonight at the dwarven feast, buckets of brandy were pushed in by a cart.

This time, there were more than sixty people from the elves, in addition to Charles's committee, there were also departments responsible for purchasing other materials, as well as some related business people, including the Wright sisters.

The dwarves also sent elite soldiers to accompany them one-on-one, and the banquet soon entered the stage of solidifying the relationship with brandy.

The dwarves found a pair of sisters to accompany the Wright sisters.

Seeing the glass of brandy handed over by the dwarven sister, Ovie frowned.

"Sorry, we haven't had alcohol since we were kids. Ovie said to her dwarven sister.

"It's okay, it's okay!" the dwarven sister shoved the glass into Ovie's hand, "Then just take a sip, I'll do you first." ”

After she finished speaking, she dried the brandy in her hand.

In addition to Charles, the elves and dwarves on the field began to fight each other.

The first to fall was Frederick, who had just graduated last year and had followed his father, Edward, to the committee. As a result, he was overturned by the dwarves in three or two strokes, and the dwarves who cleaned him up had not yet quenched their thirst.

Not long after, Charles simply took a jug of juice outside to blow the wind and listen to the sound of striking iron.

When the time came, the waiters in the banquet hall skillfully took out a pair of stretchers from the storeroom and carried away the drunks on the ground.

"Let's go back. Ovie walked over to Charles.

"Hiccup......" Vilber burped.

Charles looked at Sister Wright in horror, "Are you all right?"

He had just learned from the dwarven attendant that the dwarves in the banquet hall had been wiped out, and only the Wright sisters were still standing.

Ovil just shook her head, and Vilber said, "My hands are a little numb. ”

Charles was stunned for a moment before saying, "Let's go, let's go back and rest first." ”

The same rice raises a hundred kinds of elves, and it is not surprising that there are two that can drink occasionally.

At half past seven the next morning, the members of the elven delegation, who had slept all night, came out of their rooms.

Charles found that with the exception of the Wright sisters, who lived across the door, the other hangover elves were not in good spirits.

Most importantly, it seems that healing has no effect on hangovers.

Fortunately, after breakfast, the elves have recovered a lot, at least it doesn't seem to delay today's work.

After breakfast, everyone was busy with their own business, and Charles and the others went to the wall of the temple to negotiate with the Pope about the great business of building nearly 10,000 strongholds.

The elves had already spread the rumor that they were going to build nearly 10,000 strongholds, and now the dwarves who forged the Holy Land knew that the local tyrants from the south had brought big projects.

Many of the dwarves who had worked in the construction industry in the north had returned to the Forge Sanctuary to share a glass of wine in the midst of the feast.

In the conference room, the dwarves were seated on one side, and Charles led the elves on the other.

Charles noticed that the dwarves on the other side were not very imposing, and they kept looking at the elves, as if they were looking for someone.

At ten o'clock, negotiations began.

After a round of polite remarks, Charles said to He Dou Dagger: "Your Majesty, on behalf of the Elven Royal Court, with friendship and gold coins, I have come to negotiate with you on the first phase of our riverside monitoring and defense project. The project includes a total of 233 sets of ......"

As soon as Charles finished briefing on the project, the dwarves were fried, and they immediately exchanged ears.

He Dou Dagger frowned, and two murderous gazes pierced Charles, and when he heard the "first issue", he knew the plans of the elves on the other side.

He knew about the technology that the elves wanted ten years ago, but the result was that the elves had not been able to do so under the strict defense of the dwarves.

This time, the elf is nothing more than holding a piece of fragrant scallion pancake and deducting a small piece to make a bait, if the dwarf wants to eat the big one behind, then he can't help but show some "sincerity".

He Dou Dagger cleared his throat, and he said, "I know what you mean, don't talk about concrete technology." You can talk to the other dwarves about the construction yourself. ”

He blocked the technology transfer thing all at once. In his opinion, the elves building a defense system are just needed, and this piece of cake must be able to eat in the mouth, so there is no need to take their own core technology.

"We don't need concrete manufacturing technology. "We're just inviting you to build a few cement production plants." ”

He Dou Dagger looked at Charles with caring eyes, "What's the difference between this and giving you the technology directly?"

The difference is there, and it's still big, but He Dou Dagger deliberately ignores this.

With equipment, it is not necessarily possible to produce qualified products, and the ratio of raw materials and technological processes are also extremely important. A lot of things can't be learned by looking at the surface, otherwise the chef school won't be able to open. Not to mention the management of factories, Ru has seen many factories die in management.

Charles smiled at the categorical refusal of the Dagger, then turned his head and nodded to Edward, who was sitting next to him smiling and silent. Edward then asked his entourage to move their things.

Soon the two elves entered the conference room carrying a large chest, from which they took out a bag of powder, a few solids, and a stack of parchment paper and placed them in front of the dwarves.

Their eyes suddenly turned a little red as the elves brought out a bag of cement and a few cement blocks.

"It's a leak!" was the dwarf's first thought.

For a moment, the atmosphere in the conference room suddenly became tense, and the dwarves had many traces of disagreement and were ready to start.

Even if he is a dagger, he can't stay calm when his own interests are damaged.

At this time, Edward coughed lightly twice, and then said with a smile: "Not long ago, Her Majesty Queen Victoria suddenly remembered something when she was reminiscing about the past. ”

At this moment, the dwarves seemed to be choked by the neck, their faces were red and white, and for a while, what they wanted to say was stuck in their throats and could not be spoken.

The dwarves of cement production got it from the notebook that Philip had left behind.

But the relationship between Philip and Victoria, who was present did not know that Edward, the older elves of the year, had even seen Philip himself.

If the elves said that their technique was told to the queen when Philip and the queen looked at the moon, what could the dwarves do but pinch their noses and admit it.

He Dou Dagger opened his mouth there a few times to say something, but he couldn't organize the words for a while.

Then Charles said to him, "Your Majesty, please look at the data on the parchment." ”

After Charles's reminder, He Dou Dagger picked up the parchment on the table and began to read.

He was stunned at first, then frowned. After a while, he handed the parchment to the dwarf next to him and asked Charles, "Is this data real?"

Charles said seriously: "It's true, this kind of fast-hardening cement was recently developed by us, and you can take it to experiment." ”

"We promise that if you agree to help us build a cement plant, we will share the recipe for this cement with you. ”

He Dou Dagger crossed his hands in front of his chest, looking down and thinking about the other party's proposal.

The dwarves who had been given the information studied the cement blocks, which were poured early this morning.

After more than ten minutes, He Dou Dagger raised his head and said to the elf side: "I want to test the samples you brought first, and then proceed to the next step of negotiation after the test results come out." ”

"We have agreed to adjourn the meeting for the time being. Charles replied that it had been planned from the beginning, and that the dwarves could not have believed their own side with just a few pieces of parchment.

They hurried out of the conference room with samples of fast-hardening cement, and a smile appeared on Edward's face. As long as the dwarves are interested in the technology of this cement, then everything is to be talked about. What they fear most is that the dwarves will be indifferent to the new material, and then they will have to fight the strings.

Charles was also smiling and silent, fortunately, the Elven Court's technical reserves were sufficient, and he could make a batch of finished products in the laboratory in a short time, otherwise he would have to use the face fruit.

Now as long as they nod their heads, Charles will be considered to have completed the task. The dwarves agreed in principle to exchange factories for technology, so the rest of the details should be discussed by Edward and them.