"Steel production is not as good as expected. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info" Berdwin said after looking through the records.

"Humans can't stand this kind of temperature. "There's still wind in the open field," said McGee, "but here," he said, glancing around, deep underground, between rocks and the red river of molten iron, all naked humans walking, and the gnomes had reminded them that they should put on leather armor to protect against the flying sparks, but they were eager to peel off their skins. Everywhere the eye could see, there was a constant tank of water that was constantly filled, and the groundwater drawn up by the gnome's machinery poured into it, the freshly poured water was cold to the bone, but it only took a few breaths for it to become warm, and after a few moments, it could burn the lips and tongue of a human being—but that hadn't happened yet, because people were drinking a lot of water all the time.

Baldwin felt thirst too, his shirt was the product of the Silvercrown Forest, made of spider silk and mythril thread, which could be used as soft armor, and softer, clearer and smoother than silk and cotton, but he also felt an unbearable heat: "This is not good," he said, and watched in silence as a few men carried away a fainted man, who had almost fallen into a stone trough with molten iron, and the people did not make a noise, indicating that it was a commonplace for them. Originally, the Normans of the Highlands did not lack blacksmiths, but humans with this kind of craft have always been the first targets of orcs, in fact, if it were not for the fact that a considerable number of regions had lost their lords, Baldwin might not have been able to raise so many blacksmiths at all, each of them was precious to the new king, in addition to Baldwin's ambitions and the necessities of the royal capital, those grizzly knights who were named lords also had a huge gap in this regard- Even if the commoners and serfs were to return to the cities and fields, would they still be able to bake bread, make wine, tann leather, and farm empty-handed without tools and tools?

McGee hesitated: "Maybe ......"

"What?" asked Berdwin, wondering if there was a hidden place near the royal capital that he could requisition in the name of the hunting ground, and have the knights of the Grizzly Legion stationed there, guarded and guarded.

It wasn't just because of the location, it occurred to the gnome that it wasn't originally a filthy cell, but after the crooked and twisted stone walls and iron fences were removed, leaving only the original pillars, walls, floors, and tops, the dwarf realized that this should be an underground palace, and that the person who created the royal court for the Norman kings of the Highlands might have been a dwarf or a dwarf. The royal court is not only the residence of the king and his heirs, it is more of a huge fortress, in the fortress, most of them will have unknown reserve water, after the outside world is cut off by the enemy, the people in the fortress will not die of thirst, and the underground of the tunnels and caves can also be used as the last place of residence for the people. But for some reason, in recent decades this vital place has been used by the king as a place to imprison enemies and rebels, where prisoners will not see the light of day and will not be treated like a human being, their blood, tears and feces will flow into the crevices, seep into the ground, and beneath the thin stone slabs, the water has produced a terrible alienation, not only can it not be drunk, but even a sniff will lead to madness and fainting.

When the prisoners were removed, the priests and knights managed to clear the place to the point where they could set foot, and the gnomes found the outlets and inlets clogged with overgrown moss, which were so ingenious that in a very short time the water from the rock formations poured into the entire dungeon, making it a dangerous Ze country, because they also found a large number of fish carcasses here, each three to five feet, with jagged fangs in their mouths, which even the knight's cowhide gloves could cut. Because Norman is in the north, crocodiles and pythons can hardly survive here, so the former Norman king will put fierce fish here, compared to crocodiles, pythons, they don't seem to be very scary, but when the place is full of snow-white and gloomy bones, everyone can't help but feel a chill.

"They must be hungry. The dwarf muttered, he was now somewhat convinced that Leona's father was not in the right place, because it was something that a true heir should know, but he might just see it and say, ah, this is a useless place, let me fill it with prisoners, and he did it, completely unaware that below it was the last chip of the Norman royal family, but it was now found again, anyway The gnomes thought that Birdwin and Leona would keep it a secret, and he feared for his own life, but it seemed that they didn't think so.

The new king of Norman and the last of the family, they are either born here or die here, there is no third choice.

The dwarf has such a little admiration, he sometimes misses his Dragonfire Islands and his people, even if they are a group of selfish and despicable cowards, but if the Dragonfire Islands will one day face overturning, the gnomes should only think about relocating, even if there is only the last one left, he will not want to be buried in the dust of war with his homeland.

"Do you have any ideas?" asked Berdwin.

"My people," said the dwarf, he didn't mention the dwarves, although in the short time he was in Iron Bone City, he knew that there were no less than three dwarf cities around, but the dwarves would not abandon their homeland, the gnomes would, as long as you offered a high enough price: "What do you think?" Gnomes and dwarves are not afraid of fire and heat, even if they look like human children, their skin and hair are fundamentally different from humans.

"Will they be willing to come?" The Normans of the Highlands are thousands of miles away from the Dragonfire Islands, and when they were in the Dragonfire Islands, Berdwin thought that he still knew a little about this race, the gnomes were not dwarves, they were a group of people who indulged in pleasure, and the arduous and long trek was never a small game they would choose, grabbing barbecue on a brocade-topped goose feather pillow, drinking honey wine from gold and silver cups, and feeling the sea breeze blowing slowly was their way of life.

"The Dragonfire Islands aren't very peaceful right now. McGee said that when he was still in the Dragonfire Islands, he thought a little more than the other gnomes, and after going through so many things, there was no suspense that he had a broader long-term vision than his people, and some things were simple and did not need to be deduced and analyzed at all-how many Normans remained in the Dragonfire Islands now? thousands, or hundreds? And that pathetic Dada, who had no one around him worthy of his trust except eunuchs and slaves, oh no, even the eunuchs were not so trustworthy after the great eunuch turned his back on his father.

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The black-haired Dragonborn once said that the social form of the Dragonfire Islands is distorted and deformed, especially when most of the countries on the land have also shifted from slavery to feudalism, the Dragonfire Islands are simply a burning bonfire, which looks fierce and brilliant and unapproachable, but in fact, just waiting for the fire to burn out, all that remains is the frame of the scorched black void, as long as it is gently pushed, it will fall down with a bang- McGee admits that he didn't understand at all, but he knew that the mage was pulling more wood from the roaring bonfire - he was shaking the pedestals of the entire Dragonfire Islands, and it was ridiculous that none of the lords of the four islands had the vigilance they deserved, perhaps thinking that one would never be foolish enough to destroy the throne beneath him and relegate himself to the position of a lowly slave when he had already climbed to the top of the tower.

McGee had vaguely heard that the priests of Rosada and some druids were studying how to destroy the kind of plants that could confuse and lead humanity to extinction, because most of the equipment they needed was made by the gnomes, McGee clearly remembered that he had handed over a distillation vessel that looked like a triple hookah, and the folding boxes that the druids needed, which could be pulled out layer by layer, he didn't know what they were doing with these things, and after a careful peep, he found that it was used to raise a kind of bee, the dwarf knew that bees could make sweet honey, and the lord also had his own beekeeper, but the kind of bee was smaller than a flyAre they really capable of making enough honey?

There are also pedestals scattered throughout moist and warm places, and the embryos made of earth mixed with the dregs of sugar beets raise caterpillars and are dull in color, but the pupated butterflies are as colorful as the flowers of the plant, and even the wings have a folded pattern.

McGee didn't know when the scourge lurking on the side island would erupt, and he strongly asked to follow Berdwin and them, partly to satisfy his long-standing expectations and fantasies, and partly to escape the feeling of constant panic, now was his chance, he thought, Baldwin needed someone who could work for him, and the gnomes needed a new master.

"And what do you think they're going to need?" asked Berdwin curiously.

"A territory," said Macgee, "does not need to be very large, nor fields to cultivate, hills and hills, and in the royal capital, there must be mansions large enough for all the people—and occasionally we will get together for the celebrations, and we will draw one out of every two hundred finished products as a reward," he thought for a moment, and pointed his finger to the finger less embarrassedly, "perhaps you can give me a title or something, and my people love medals, ribbons, and the glittering kind." ”

Baldwin nodded a little amusedly, "That doesn't sound too much," he said, "but one out of two hundred is too much, one out of three hundred." ”

"Okay. McGee said, "Two hundred and one for one." ”

The squire beside him gave a short laugh, and when he turned his head, the squire was trying to bend the corners of his mouth down.

"One out of two hundred and ninety. ”

"One out of two hundred and thirty. The gnome gave way in pain.

"One out of two hundred and eighty. Couldn't be more. ”

"One out of two hundred and fifty. "So be it, I think it's a pretty good number." ”

"But I think I've heard it somewhere," Berdwin said with suspicion.

"That's it, that's it," McGee also felt that the number was familiar, maybe it was indeed his lucky number, "two hundred and fifty, you two hundred and five, I two hundred and five, we are both two hundred and five, it couldn't be fairer and more reasonable." ”

"And," said McGee, "if I can bring you a hundred gnomes, I would like to receive a reward." ”

"Say it. ”

"I have a fiancée," said McGee, "I wish I could marry her, as a lord, what do you think?"

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The new king of Grenada sat on the chair next to the throne of the dragon bone, he had just drunk a cup of boiling dragon blood before the sun had completely faded away, he sat motionless until the last light disappeared from the cold dragon throne, not a single attendant or maid would enter without hearing the call, except for the sound of the new king's low, long breathing, the silence was like a great tomb.

His eyes were closed, the heavy door shielding the wind from the fresh air, but the new king could still hear the gentle footsteps of a spellcaster, his heels falling first, his toes falling as soft as a feather, and the man stood in front of the door, placing his hand on the door, so that the attached magic could clearly identify him.

"Come in," said the new king, "my child." ”

Standing in front of the door was Cremar, who was summoned by the new king, and the black-haired dragonborn flew to the top of the Grenada royal court in the shortest possible time like a red dragon with wings, and there were fewer and fewer people who could make him bow deeply and even bend his knees, and the new king's eyes fell on his black hair, lingering for a long time.

"You have the same dark hair as your mother," the new king whispered, "do you remember her?"