In addition, he has a very distinctive feature, that is, he has a large beard, which extends from the sideburns to the chin, and then from the lips to the cheeks, people call this kind of beard the short box mustache, why it is called this strange name is unknown, the most common theory is that they originated from the dwarves, and the dwarves always pack ore and goods into wooden boxes that are smaller than ordinary wooden boxes, this kind of cube-like box is more suitable for their height of four to four and a half feet, and they never say that it is a small box, they only say that it is a short boxOver time, people occasionally used short boxes to imply that there was a dwarf there, and the dwarven beard style was also called a short box mustache.

Gnomes are less likely to grow beards, or are unable and unwilling, and their hair is very light and sparse except for the hair, and in some places even smooth, just like children. If a dwarf is unfortunate enough to grow a few hairs that are an eyesore, he will immediately get small tweezers and pluck them out, so as not to be ridiculed by the other gnomes as if they were a dwarf - the relationship between the dwarf and the dwarf is not good - the dwarves are usually short-tempered and rude, and they don't like the elves because they often ignore them (but it may also be because the dwarves are too "short") - Elves don't like dwarves either, as they stink too much for bathing as a punishment, but you can still see elves and dwarves walking side by side in an adventuring party, or see dwarves trading ores and snow honey with elves.

But you'll never see a dwarf sitting at the same table with a dwarf, and they'll even avoid being in a tavern and a street at the same time, and their attitude toward each other can be said to be like a pile of stinking to them like ever, and even hostility is an intolerable thing— Experienced mercenaries and knights know that if you want to go into a dwarven smithy in search of a good dagger, it's best to check all your equipment in the inn room before you set out, and if there are anything made by gnomes, you should immediately untie it and put it in the room, and don't take it with you, if there are one or two unsure ones. The dwarven gaze was far sharper than any bard could have depicted.

On the other hand, if you want to meet a dwarf, it's best not to bring anything related to a dwarf, it's good if he goes out in a rage like a dwarf, and more often than not, he will sell your details to anyone who is willing to fight you.

Kremar has also been inspected by Kerryben and the Lich, lest something undeserved touch the little hearts of the gnomes, many of whom are evil, and their craftsmanship is so exquisite that even Kerryben can't guarantee that he can see every hidden danger they leave behind - fortunately, Cremar's equipment is basically from Grey Ridge. That is, the hand of the elves, only the clasp of the dimensional bag has been replaced, this dimensional bag was given by Alva mage, the buckle is attached to the magic to avoid loss and theft, but this Mithril clasp was given by one of Alva's dwarven friends.

But now they saw that among the gnomes there was indeed a dwarf-like dwarf.

The reason why they knew that the little man, who was about three-fifths of Cremard's height, was not a dwarf, but a dwarf, because his skin was too fair, and although he was like milk mixed with chocolate compared to his kind, compared to the rough of dwarves, which was like congealed lava. His dark skin, which he looked far behind, and the most striking of all beards, thick and curly, with dwarve-like braids underneath. But if you look closely, you will see that they are lifeless, and that their luster and color are given by oil and pigment, and that the absence of wrinkles on his face is one of the failures, and wrinkles are one of the characteristics of the dwarves. While the dwarven cubs are ten years old and have layers of wrinkles on their faces, the gnomes' faces are always smooth as if they had been polished with porous stones, and his hands and feet, which are like small square stones knotted together. The hands and feet of the gnomes are delicately carved out of ivory.

But he did try his best to put himself on the dwarf face.

"This is ......," Cremar asked, confused.

"McGee. The gnome of the Lord of the Eastern Crown replied, "Honorable Lord of the Side Island, he is a dwarf, not a dwarf - he is just willing to dress himself up as a ...... That look......" he let out a long sigh, his little fingers together, "we don't know what to do, he's been like this a long time ago - maybe he's a little crazy, but he's got a good craft and a good mind. He turned to McGee: "McGee, show your work to your Excellency?!"

McGee blinked slowly, his lips squirming behind his beard, Cremar couldn't read what he was saying, maybe it was just a meaningless phrase, he raised his thumb and wiped it on his beard, and pulled out a shrew from the oversized sleeveless robe, and he put it on the ground, and the shrew immediately shook its long pink nose and ran wildly, perhaps to the point that a man with poor eyesight could not find anything in a short time, but there was Cremar, and his gaze was fixed on the shrew's hind legs, which were also covered in fur, but it shimmers with a metallic sheen inside.

Baldwin leaned down, and at once grabbed the shrew that was running right in front of him, he had only one hand more dexterous than many people with two hands, and he turned the gray-black creature over, and now they could see it better, it was a steel claw, with a dozen small sesame gears, bearings, and many other components that he couldn't read, and there were dark red and white "tendons" connecting them, and the ends of the tendons pierced into the smooth stump, and the shrew was still wrestling. So they could see very clearly how the tendons drove the gears and bearings to move—the knight, who was fearless in the face of tens of thousands of orcs, glanced at the caster beside him uneasily, "I'm going to do the same?" and from the bottom of my heart, it seemed to be much more terrifying than healing or potions— Baldwin knew that his arm would not be restored to its original form until he received Tyre's forgiveness, but he had only thought that his prosthetic leg was a hollow thing made of wood or mythril, and that his inanimate fingers could grasp a broadsword or hammer with added magic, but now it seemed as if he had become a test subject for a mad warlock.

The reaction of the soul of the other world was natural, his memories were fragmentary like a piece of explosion-proof glass dropped from the twenty-seventh floor, but he still remembered it in his plane. Humans have developed bioelectronic devices, that is, they have managed to connect the human nervous system with camera equipment, recording equipment, or motor-driven, 3D-printed prosthetics, so that blind people can see, deaf people can hear, and people who have lost arms or legs can go into ordinary life, and he doesn't know the details, but he still remembers a small video explaining the latest developments in this technology to the audience in detail. As far as the otherworldly soul is concerned, what the dwarf McGee has come up with is probably unlikely to be based on "science", but it still inevitably makes it feel close.

"Let me see your arm. McGee demanded.

Baldwin glanced at Cremar again, making sure the dark-haired spellcaster wouldn't just stand and watch him be cut up by the gnomes who had brought him to the altar, before unbuttoning his shirt and exposing his mutilated arms and shoulders - McGee placed his finger on the spot where his right arm had grown, his nails thin and sharp, his fingertips cold, and the sensation of piercing his skin almost made the former paladin jump. McGee looked and examined more carefully than he had on Crown Island, and then he stepped back without saying a word, allowing the other gnomes to observe Berdwin's arm, and they got together. After a gruntled discussion (it was evident that McGee's people were somewhat condescending), he told Berdwin to take off all his shirts and walk around the large room, and let him wave his most common weapon. Sit down, stand up, lie down. Roll left and right, back and forth......

"You think they're really checking, not ......" Laugh at a big pesky man?" asked Birdwin, panting after making one last gesture (he didn't understand why he had to put his feet on top of his head).

He lowered his voice, but Cremar felt that the gnomes could still hear it, "they were just looking at your body and habits," he explained, "so that you could make the arm that works best for you." ”

"As Your Excellency said," said the dwarf of the Eastern Crown Lord, who looked like the leader of the gnomes, "we need a lot of information, a lot, and we must get to know you, not a salmon's head on a peacock's neck," he looked Berdwin up and down for a moment with a bit of arrogance, "This is just the beginning, soldier," The dwarf slapped his parchment scroll, which was densely covered with small circles that gave headaches when he looked at it, and the sand used to dry the ink leaked out of the interlayer of the parchment paper and scattered in half circles on the dwarf's side, "We're going to need about a month to measure the data." ”

"A month?"

"It's already urgent," said the dwarf unhappily, "if it weren't for the master's orders, you'd have waited more than that, and we're going to build an arm, not a stool leg, and of course, if you're willing to install a stool leg on the arm, then we'll be done tomorrow." ”

"I beg your pardon," said Berdwin, who certainly didn't want a stool leg, "but can I know how long it will take to finish it all?"

"Next hurricane season. The dwarf said.

"September next year. Cremar said.

Baldwin couldn't help but make a grimace.

"It's okay," said the black-haired spellcaster, "and now this island is mine, I think...... That's probably a good thing. "When the soldiers who had been banished by the new Norman of the Highlands and Dylan Donkray arrived, Birdwin was able to calm them down as quickly as possible, for he was their father, their brother and their lord, and the man who deserved their trust and affection the most.

"Can we go back to our room?" asked the dwarf.

"Of course," said the otherworldly soul kindly, "you can go back to your room whenever you want." ”

Except for a few necessary moments, such as discussing Berdwin's arm, the other gnomes didn't like to be with McGee very much, and they walked out of the room holding their arms in twos and threes, McGee walked alone at the back, but he didn't seem frustrated, but rather a little pleasant, and if I had to describe his expression, it would probably be "It's refreshing not to deal with fools" He looked at Berdwin before he walked out of the room, as if he wanted to stay and study it more deeply, but Baldwin immediately became vigilant, McGee grabbed his fake beard, picked up the shrew running around him, tucked it into his robes, and walked out, his bare feet leaving wet marks on the floor.

"What time is it now?" Baldwin put on his shirt, the windows of this room were closed, and the gnomes didn't like the sea breeze, so he couldn't see the sky directly.

The soul of the other world looked at the timer, which he hung on his chest and did not put it in the original dimensional bag, so it was kept by luck, "It's still in time for dinner." ”

Today's dinner is extraordinarily rich, because many people have been injured in the previous battle and need to recuperate quietly, of course, gluttony and binge drinking are not allowed, and now under Adelle's healing potion, the mage's healing technique and the priest's divine skill, they are finally basically cured, and the next will naturally inevitably have a carnival, Dada selected a few female slaves who are extremely good at dancing from the gifts offered by the merchants, as well as a few musicians who are good at playing, and the food is much more exquisite and complete than before.

The second purpose of the banquet was to bid farewell to Captain Corbert of the Sparrow, he stayed on the side island for a few days, not only to pick up the bones of the pirates, but also to guard against the escaped Golden Lady and the Sea Devil, last night, Cowbert received the news from Master Alva, the Golden Lady and the Sea Devil have appeared in the Sharp Jaw Harbor, very ironic, the Golden Lady Drake has been taken advantage of by the owner of the Sea Devil twice, first lost his ship, and then lost his freedom, these he took revenge fiercely, the Sea Demon became the prisoner of the Lord of the side island, and the Sea Devil naturally belonged to DrakeHowever, according to the rules of the pirates, the pirates stationed on the Sea Devils will not have to worry about their lives, they may lose their original status, but as long as they can show their advantages and loyalty, they can still get a place with Drake, anyway, Drake also lost a lot of crew members in this battle.

Corbet will return with the skull of a living sea devil and pirates, and they will be the best display used by the archons of Cape Castle to deter thieves and pirates, especially the sea devil, if all the ships plundered by the female orcs dock at the pier of Cape Beach, the dock will be paralyzed, and how many people are willing to watch her be executed, Cowbert wants to advise the Archon to charge a viewing fee. (To be continued.) )