In the dwarven city, all the dwarves are naturally dwarves.

Leo and his party stood in the middle of a short crowd with an average height of only one meter four, and no matter how they looked at it, they looked extremely eye-catching.

The dwarves' chattering words made Leo helplessly pass over several dwarves and look at Isenas as if asking for help: "I said Isenas, do you understand what they are saying?"

Esenus gave Leo an equally helpless look back.

The dwarf had been expelled from human habitation for four hundred years, and how could he have mastered such a remote language.

If there was any erudition in the team, it was Omoni alone.

Leo and Ethanas turned their heads in unison.

On the side of the road, Omoni was communicating with a dwarf with a calm expression, and the two of them flew out for a long time with a long grunt, and there was nothing strange about Omoni at all.

Everyone was overjoyed.

"Old Mo!"

Leo, Isennas, and little Paul all gathered around Omoni, and little Paul looked at Omoni with a blank eye.

Omoni ended the conversation with the dwarves, feeling a little puzzled by the three of them: "What are you all looking at me?"

"We. Leo pointed to his mouth.

"I don't understand," little Paul touched the back of his ear.

"Dwarven language. Isenas simply added the last sentence.

Omoni suddenly realized and said, "I have forgotten that not everyone is as knowledgeable as me. But it's not a big deal, so I'll give you a 'language literacy' spell so you can understand and speak dwarven languages, but there is still no way to write and read. ”

Omoni took out his wand and made everyone form a fist, while slowly blessing everyone with "language proficiency", and babbling in his mouth: "Look, what's the use of just being able to fight? Don't you still have to rely on knowledge in such an unfamiliar place? Even if you only spare an hour a day to read..."

Under Omoni's somewhat urging thoughts, Leo suddenly felt a little restless in the scabbard beside him.

Especially when he found that Omoni deliberately left him with the last blessing of "language proficiency", his hands gradually involuntarily touched the hilt of the sword.

After Omoni failed to bless him for the third time, Leo finally took the final step.

"Huh!"

Leo put Bugati on Omoni's neck, leaned in front of Omoni's face with a terrible face, looked at Omoni's head with gloomy eyes, and said in a hollow tone: "Old man, you deliberately took revenge on me, right?"

Suddenly, Leo rushed to the top of Omoni's head with some crazy killing intent, and large beads of sweat seeped densely from the top of Omoni's head.

Omoni laughed dryly twice and said, "How come, isn't it that I haven't used this spell for a long time and am a little rusty, the next one is fine, it will be right away." ”

Leo snorted lightly and said, "Then you'd better hurry." ”

Omoni laughed dryly again, and quickly cast a spell on Leo.

With the addition of the spell, the voices of the dwarves around Leo changed from a series of mutters to a cacophony of cacophony, and finally to a human lingua franca.

Leo's face softened at this time, and he withdrew the bugati with his backhand, and warned: "Old man, hurry up next time, otherwise the bugati in my hand will be in a hurry, and I won't know what to do." ”

Omoni immediately sweated profusely and assured repeatedly.

After being able to understand the dwarven language, Leo felt that he had arrived in a city with intelligent life.

Leo glanced awkwardly at the dwarves around him and asked, "So how do we act?"

The surrounding dwarves cast curious glances at them from time to time, which made him feel like some precious animal being watched, and he couldn't wait to get out of the embarrassment of standing here.

"Split up?" suggested Izenus. "The city looks a lot bigger than Artisan Town, and it seems to be divided into several levels, so we might as well walk around according to our own interests. I don't think anyone is going to get lost here, right?"

"Of course not!" little Paul's chest snapped.

Little Paul replied like a quick answer, blocking Leo's mouth as he wanted to speak.

Leo said stupidly, "I'm fine." ”

Leo's unusual tone naturally caught the attention of Esennas.

After a little pondering, Esenas somewhat understood Leo's question.

In Isennas's memory, Leo never went to the front for reconnaissance operations, and even when he did, he often followed little Paul with him. And the last time he was resting in Artisan Town, Leo also used the excuse of registering the adventure group with the Adventurers' Union, and refused to hang out in Artisan Town with everyone, and even went to familiar places for dinner.

Isenus smiled meaningfully at Leo.

"Since everyone is okay, let's disband. Little Paul, are you still going to be with me?"

"As long as you don't go to the casino. Little Paul looked at Esenas with some wariness.

The last experience really left a deep impression on little Paul.

"I never fall twice in the same place. Esenas pouted. "And I don't have any money right now, do I?"

What Isenas said was reasonable, and little Paul hesitated, but chose to be with Isenas.

Ent, who was covered in bandages, looked at the rest of the team, scratched his head, and said to Omoni, "Old Mo, can I join you?" I think I'm afraid someone will have to watch my injury. ”

"No problem. ”

Omoni agreed.

Now everyone in the team can see that Leo has a special meaning for Nana, and Nana doesn't know much about this emotion. So out of the remaining three, Ente had no choice but to choose the only answer.

"Then I'll go shopping with Nana. She had to be taken care of. Leo put his arm around Nana's shoulders and was about to walk to a nearby avenue.

Nana's face flushed slightly, and she let Leo hug her.

Among the four people who had not yet left, Omoni and Little Paul had an eventful slurp, which was immediately exchanged for the two groups of fighting spirit that Leo fought in the air.

After Leo walked out of everyone's sight with Nana, he put his hand off Nana's shoulder.

"Blacksmith, blacksmith, blacksmith, blacksmith. Leo counted the shops on the street.

The dwarves have a keen interest in digging, and over the years, they have amassed a lot of inventory.

The storage capacity is always limited, so the dwarves will naturally convert the ore into further processed products.

This is also the reason why there are so many master blacksmiths among the dwarves.

As a result, nine out of ten dwarven shops braved the blazing fire and blazing heat.

After walking most of the street, Leo finally found a different shop at the end of the street.

"Oh, the jewelry shop. Leo seemed a little lacking in interest.

"Well, it's still something about stones, isn't it... Never mind. Leo waved his hand weakly and said to Nana, "There's a jewelry shop in front, why don't we go in and have a look?"

Nana nodded slightly.

"Let's go, over here. Leo took Nana's hand.

The two of them, who were already eye-catching, made the surrounding dwarves let out a louder exclamation.

"Humans?" asked a dwarf in a thick voice, asking his companion.

"Humans, of course, do they look like trolls?" the other dwarf asked rhetorically.

"How did humans get to our territory?"

"It's been three days, don't you know?" One of the dwarves looked at the ignorance of his companions, and immediately became proud, and said with a show off: "This is the Dragon Expedition, the other day the boy of Steel Hammer went to track down the murderer of Bearded and Mustache, and was beaten by others! If it weren't for this group of humans, Steel Hammer's face would be swollen to be the size of two stone pies!"

As soon as he said this, the dwarves around him no longer paid attention to their voices and screamed.

"Hammer, that kid is still going to be beaten up one day?"

"Is it an ogre? only an ogre can beat the most powerful samurai of the dwarves!"

"Nonsense, if you encounter an ogre, even ten steel hammers are not enough to stuff the ogre's teeth!"

While the dwarves were talking, a loud voice overshadowed everyone: "It's Brandwisson!"

The name immediately made all the dwarves shut their mouths and look at the dwarf in silence.

The sudden silence made the dwarf panic, and then he straightened up his beard again, and proudly said to everyone: "My cousin is a cavalryman of goats, and he told me all this!"

Now more dwarves came around.

"If you dare to keep your mouth shut, we'll cut your beard and sew it. The surrounding dwarves threatened.

"Then listen up!" the dwarf rolled up his sleeves, looking ready to speak.

"That Brandwison brought a hundred, no, two hundred elites out that day, good fellows, each of them is a good hand wandering around the Sanctuary Pass! Steel Hammer stepped forward and singled out Brandwisson, and they didn't even need a helper, so they cleaned him up in two or three strokes. ”

"It was a critical moment! The hammer was dying, we goats were riding without a command, and if we let the elite of the church rush at this time, many of us would lose our brothers and sisters. Fortunately, the female general stepped forward - yes, it was that girl, who looked much worse than your sister, didn't ?—— knock down four hundred elites alone, and the steel hammer didn't turn into iron felt!"

At this moment, one of the dwarves in the crowd shouted, "You just said that Blandwisson only had two hundred!"

The storyteller snorted angrily and said viciously, "You heard it wrong!"

When the dwarven story came to an end, some of the dwarves said worriedly, "Brandwieson has never suffered a loss, what if he comes to attack us?"

This sentence seemed to spark the dwarves' hatred for Blandwisson's past, and the dwarves clamoured again.

"Let him come! I can take down a dozen churchgoers by myself as easily as killing a case of butterbeer!"

"It's only a dozen? My grandson can fight better than you! I can kill half the churchmen in the warehouse! Let them have a thousand!"

"Two thousand!"

"Ten thousand!"

In the midst of the dwarves' increasingly exaggerated numbers, an imposing dwarf put an end to all answers.

"Let them all come!"

Listening to the loud voices of the dwarves, Leo smiled bitterly and pulled Nana into the jewelry store.

Leo knew that dwarves had always liked to exaggerate, but that was a bit too much.

It's just that the number of people is wrong, and even the order of events is wrong, and if you listen to two more sentences, Leo will feel that he can single out the God of Light.

Fortunately, the soundproofing in the jewelry store was quite good, and the voices of the dwarves became muffled all of a sudden.

Leo breathed a sigh of relief and took Nana around the store.

In addition to a wide variety of gemstones, there are also many objects carved from ore, ranging from totems to human figures.

What is even more rare is that the carving is fine, the faces of the characters are realistic, the demeanor is natural, and the movements are vigorous.

Leo was intrigued.

He beckoned to the dwarf on the counter.

The dwarf on the counter hurriedly put down the small oak barrel in his hand, and trotted over to the trot with the wine stains from his mouth.

Leo pointed to the statues that lined one of the walls and asked, "Who carved these statues?" ”

"Good eyesight. The dwarf complimented. "These are all things that my father makes, and he often says that the dwarven traditions can't be forgotten, so he often makes a batch of things. ”

Leo's fingers touched one of the figures, and the coarse particles of mineral rolled over his fingers, and between the frictions, there seemed to be a smell of blood rushing to the tip of his nose. This made Leo a little distracted for a while.

"You seem to cherish these statues and wipe them clean. And these statues look unusual, and I smell a strong sense of history from above..."

The dwarf's eyes lit up, and he praised loudly again: "Good eyesight, guest! Each group of these statues represents a dwarven historical story! If you are interested, I will be in charge of the thirty..."

"Get out. Another voice came from overhead.

Leo and the dwarf were startled by the sudden appearance of the voice at the same time.

Leo turned his head to see an old dwarf with a gray beard dragging down to his knees, trembling down the stairs with a cane.

"I'm not going to sell any of these statues to you humans. The old dwarf said calmly.

The old dwarf's face was calm, but Leo couldn't detect the slight anger pressing under his cloudy eyes.

Leo sorted out his movements and said with a proper attitude: "Old man, I'm really interested in these statues, the history they represent..."

"Get out!"

The old dwarf suddenly became angry, and raised his cane to call Leo.

"Hey, old sir, you..."

The old dwarf didn't care so much, and the crutches crackled and struck.

It was impossible for Leo to do anything with an old man, so he could only helplessly protect Nana and exit the store.

When Leo was driven out of the doorway, the old dwarf pulled down the roller shutter door with a "whoosh" and shoved back all the words that Leo had put into his mouth.

Through the curtain of the door, Leo could faintly hear the old dwarf's reprimand.

"How many times have I told you! I don't want to see a human in my life!"