Draenor followed in Lege's footsteps down the stairs.

He was initially skeptical of his decision to let Moran hide in the tomb with the royal family, but from Lege's previous answers, it was not difficult to imagine that if the down-and-out siblings were discovered by the people of Spiritwater Town, the only thing that awaited them was death.

Hope can only be pinned on Moran, her strength is very strong, and it should be enough to protect the brother and sister back to live another life in the Bedouin camp.

Most of the topics Legge spoke about along the way revolved around the history of Snowwater, and this dispensable information was obviously of little value to him, and Draenor was not a "traveler", he only wanted to know about the exact location of the Snowway Kingdom.

"The capital of Snowway should be some distance from here, right? How did you transport your drinks to the south? ”

Draenor lost his breath a little and simply led the conversation to the issues that he was most concerned about.

Leg, as if expecting him to ask such a question, stopped unhurriedly and pointed to the side with his finger outstretched. Draenor followed the direction of his finger and looked out the window, only to see that the ground not far from the distillery was covered with cobweb-like railroad tracks, and several huge carriages wrapped in iron sheets.

Draenor thought of the rumors he had heard in his hometown of Eichenryde that someone in the northwestern island nation of Britton had used the principles of steam to create a mechanical vehicle powered by fuel. He had seen a similar vehicle in the city of Hermanstat in Nikanros, and it seems that the civilizations of other worlds had already taken it to the extreme by the time Canaan invented the steam engine.

"With a steam car, I have the impression of following the track all the way to the southeast, and in less than two days you will reach Snowway's capital, Boyara. But this thing has been stuck there for all these years, and I don't know if it can be activated. Leg smiled bitterly, and it seemed that he had completely lost faith in this mode of transportation.

Draenor had read of this machine in the Misarean dictionary, which the Misareans called "motorized trains", and if he had the opportunity to return to Canaan, he would have to find a way to bring the term to Canaan to name the steam machines that were about to be put into production.

After all, this kind of train is far more reliable than a horse-drawn carriage, and the machinery does not need extra rest, as long as there is enough fuel to carry a group to the capital of the kingdom of the Elder King, Boyara.

But it seems that Leg will not easily agree to lend himself the antiques left by the family, he is a merchant after all, and he will never be interested in such an obvious loss-making transaction, unless he can come up with a satisfactory reward for the other party.

Leg broke the silence and led Draenor to the warehouse on the lower level of the distillery, where there was finally a scene of the distillery, where countless barrels were piled up like small pyramids, leaving an open space in the middle with some messy blankets, and there should be many people living here.

"Ah, it's time for these things to be cleaned up, too. It used to be a decent warehouse, but it has been a refuge for the workers since they lost their jobs. With the harvest of this tomb robbery, we can also find a way to slowly resume operation, but the most critical part of wine-distillation cannot be carried out for the time being. ”

Leg took a pinch of tobacco from his pocket and stuffed it into his pipe, then struck a match and lit it, choking smoke coming out of his mouth again.

It can be seen that this guy hasn't smoked two puffs in some years, and finally got new "funds", and he even forgot about his allergy symptoms, and inhaled into the pipe like an exhaust fan.

"Distillation? Is there something wrong with those distillation machines? Draenor grabbed the clue and asked him.

"Ahem, ahem, aren't they, those distillation machines were customized by my grandfather by the top craftsmen of the southern Kadewa Kingdom, and it has been some years now, even if there is no war, it will have problems sooner or later, but under today's conditions, there is no way to ask someone to repair them." Leg shrugged helplessly, opened his mouth and spat out a few more smoke rings.

Kadewa? Isn't that Cooper's hometown? Draenor almost laughed out loud, Leg must have been thinking about the treasure and ignoring that there was a top dwarven craftsman in the team.

He quickly pretended to be calm and said to Legg in the tone of a merchant.

"It's a real headache, but it looks like it's your lucky day, and we have one of the top craftsmen from Kedwa."

Leg was taken aback, and the moment he let go of his mouth, he quickly bent down to catch the pipe so that it would not fall to the ground. He slowly straightened up, regained his previous seriousness, and asked Draenor

"That old man does make me a little concerned, although I haven't seen a dwarf with my own eyes, his appearance is almost the same as what my grandfather described, is he really willing to help me fix these distillation machines?"

Deqiang couldn't help but laugh, although he didn't know what the abstract concept of "top" in Abel's mouth was, but he didn't expect that the bad old man who only thought about drinking and playing cards all day long could be used at a critical moment.

"Of course, all this is also conditional."

Draenor seemed to be gaining the initiative, and he walked out of the warehouse unhurriedly, leaning against the window and pointing behind him with his thumb outstretched.

"I'm very interested in the steam car you talk about, and I can't hide it, there are bards in our group, and we are worried that we can't go to Pyara to recite a poem to the eldest king. It's useless to keep this machine in your hands, so why don't you just give it to us as a reward? ”

Leg almost jumped at Draenor's words, his jaw shaking with his beard.

"Bard? Do you want to go to Boyara? Crazy? That place is firmly surrounded by the dead city! Even if you make it to the capital, you'll be killed by the soldiers before you meet King Will! The people of the royal family are crazy! Everybody is crazy! They are thinking of expanding to the south, and all civilians who trespass will be killed! ”

Draenor listened to Leg's words expressionlessly, and was actually a little nervous in his heart, although he didn't know what was going on in Snowway's capital, it seemed that it would be difficult to get close to the Long King himself unscathed with the strength of the four of them, let alone collect the "Blood of the Long King" from him. But there is nothing else to do, and even if you don't go to Peyara and wait for Draenor, you will only die.

He closed his eyes and cleared his thoughts, turned and walked up the stairs, "You're right, although you don't need to worry about these things, but since you don't want to accept this condition, I can't help you fix those distillation machines." ”

"Wait a minute!!"

Just as Draenor was about to make the final step, Leg finally stopped him.

"Crazy, crazy. How many people tried to escape from that place without success, and there were even people who tried to break into Boyara! All right! Fix my distillation machine, and all those broken copper and iron with wheels are yours! ”

The corners of Draenor's mouth rose slightly, he didn't really give up on the idea, but deliberately used the agitation method to lure Leg to accept his proposal. He turned and walked back to Lege, stretched out his right arm and took his hand.

"You are a clever merchant, and time will tell how good this deal is."

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