When the two scoundrels struggled to get up from the ground, held on to their broken knees, and limped away, the onlookers behind erupted in laughter.

"Alan, I'm sorry for your trouble!"

Isha smiled apologetically at Alan and said.

"Sister-in-law, where are you talking about, Brother Sterling saved my life, and his business is my business, not to mention that when you encounter this kind of scum, everyone will have to learn a lesson. ”

"Alan, how could you be so coincidental to be here?"

Seeing that Allen's attitude was sincere, Isha was no longer polite, but asked a little strangely.

"Oh, sister-in-law, don't you say I almost forgot, I came to buy wine, and I saw a few that I didn't like, so I came out to see if there was a better private brew, but I didn't expect to meet my sister-in-law. ”

Eren hurriedly explained the matter, he didn't want Isha to suspect him of following him behind his back.

"I see, Alan, do you like to drink too? In that case, I don't have to sell my wine, so I'll give it to you to drink." ”

Isha mistakenly thinks that Eren also likes to drink, so she prepares to reseal the jar and give it to Alan.

Alan hurriedly waved his hand:

"Sister-in-law, I like to drink, but I have other uses for this wine, so I can't ask for it in vain, you look at these two cans of wine, how about one can count as a gold coin?"

How Isha was willing to accept Allen's money, but Allen was resolute, and in the end, there was no choice but to accept one gold coin as wine money.

Alan was pleased with the taste of the wine, at least none of the rums he had ever drunk before could compare to Isha's own wine. This gave him a lot of confidence in taking on the dwarven master. After saying goodbye to Eren and Isa, they rushed to the back mountain with their wines. After walking a few miles, Alan saw smoke rising from the hillside ahead, where the forge was supposed to be.

Sure enough, through a small arbor forest, a clearing appeared in front of me, and several stone houses were built in the clearing, and in front of the door were piles of iron pine trees unique to this place.

Outside each stone house was a stove, and outside the stove a group of bareback workers were working with sledgehammers, sweating profusely, and the sound of "clanging" iron echoed through the valley.

When Alan got closer, he found that several people were cutting wood by the big stove, and a small man of small stature was using an axe to split the cut pieces of wood into wood. He was going to ask the little dwarf master where he was, but he didn't want him to just say hello, and the little man turned around and saw him, and his face changed.

The little man is not short, in fact, he is only a twelve or thirteen-year-old boy, when Alan looks at him as an adult from behind, he will look relatively short, in fact, among twelve or thirteen-year-old boys, he is already considered tall.

Alan looked at the young man's beautiful face, and suddenly understood why his face turned ugly when he saw him, because this young man was none other than Sterling's eldest son, Harvey, who saw himself as the main culprit in his father's death.

This morning, Alan first unexpectedly met Sterling's widow Isha, and now unexpectedly met his eldest son Harvey, Alan himself had to sigh that he was really destined for this family.

"Hey! Harvey. It's so coincidental that you're here too?"

Alan only stepped forward and greeted Harvey with a smile.

"Why are you still here and not leaving?"

Harvey didn't give Alan a good look, and replied coldly. Fortunately, Allen's face was thick enough that he didn't care about the unwelcome meaning in Harvey's words.

"I still have things to do, and I won't leave until I'm done. By the way, do you know where the dwarven master is?"

"He's in the house. Harvey gestured to the stone house next to him, then turned back to concentrate on chopping the wood, ignoring Alan.

Alan stood beside him, watching Harvey's thin body do work that shouldn't have belonged to his age, and his eyes suddenly became a little sour. However, he quickly adjusted his mood and turned to the Dwarven Master.

Although Alan had heard of the dwarf race when he was in school, he was still a little surprised when he saw the real dwarf for the first time.

At that time, the dwarven master was in the stone house, scooping up a sword soaked in water, and carefully observing the blade. The height of the master can only reach Allen's chest, but the width of the body is equivalent to two of Allen, and the waist circumference is not known to be several times that of Allen, but the thickness of the upper arm is estimated to be no longer below Allen's waistline, which seems to make Allen understand why dwarves are better at forging weapons, and it is estimated that only the arm strength of dwarves can do forging with a sledgehammer for a long time without getting tired.

The master observed the sword for a long time, and then, as if not satisfied with his work, handed it to the man beside him, and commanded:

"Back to the furnace!"

The master speaks the standard language of mainland humans, but this language has a unique timbre, which sounds as if the tongue is shortened, and each note seems to be very rapid at the end.

Dwarves have their own languages like humans, elves, and orcs, but compared to the other three races, their language vocabulary is very small, and the meaning they can express is far from being comparable to the other three races, so many of them who deal with humans will learn human language, especially in the blacksmithing industry, which will make them communicate with humans more smoothly.

When Eren told the master what he meant, the master twisted his thick neck very resolutely, which made Eren suspect that even if he tried his best to choke it, it would be impossible for its owner to die.

Fortunately, Alan was prepared, he took out the two cans of wine brewed by Isha, and even opened the seal of one of the cans in front of the dwarven master, and took a sip, and the stone house was suddenly filled with the aroma of wine.

Alan saw the Adam's apple on the dwarf master's neck twitch, obviously the aroma of wine had successfully aroused the master's addiction to alcohol, but to Allen's surprise, the master stubbornly resisted the temptation of the wine, or refused Allen's request, he told Allen that the forging technique is the secret of the dwarf clan, and it has never been passed on to outsiders, and even if it is passed on, outsiders will not be able to learn it. "Since I can't learn it if I pass it on, then don't worry about passing it on, anyway, I can't be a forging master with the thickness of my arm. "Don't be poor, I still have to work!"

The Dwarven Master unceremoniously kicked Alan out of the stone house.

Alan didn't expect such a result, and was a little depressed in his heart, he left the stone house, ready to go outside to be quiet, to think about whether there was any other way, or if there was anything else to ask, but he asked a few guys who worked in the forge factory, and they all said that the forging technology was completely in the hands of the dwarf master, and if the dwarf master didn't want to help, they couldn't do anything.