"Kill them all" As a businessman who believes in Lady Vorking, Keynes hates these bastards who want to get it easily without paying equally.

Al couldn't bear to lower his eyes, these people were yellow-skinned and thin-clothed, and a few strong and capable people were also hunters in the mountains, crying and begging for mercy when they heard Keynes's words. Al had just started to travel, and he couldn't bear it. These Herbert and Peter, who had been away for a long time, were as hard as iron in their hearts, and with a wave of their hands, their men went up and made up for a sword.

As the central character of the encounter, Al was treated as a mage afterwards, with one hundred gold coins and a magic gem. There is also a special carriage carriage.

Mages are known to be delicate, and although Al is still a warrior, he can't be treated differently, and he must be in awe of mages.

There was a magician in Cairns' caravan, and it seemed that word was spreading among the robbers. Although they encountered a few sentry sentries next, they all quickly retreated.

Mansfield, whom Al had been worried about, hadn't shown up yet, and I don't know if it was because it was too far away to arrive.

The journey of more than half a month, according to Herbert, was a rare ease.

"It's stained with the light of our magician Al, haha. We're in town and we're going to have a drink. "The man who always likes to drink with Al is called Alcott, and he is the mercenary Peter's deputy.

"There's a gray dwarf mage in Greystone, do you need me to introduce you?"

"Really? Great, thank you, Mr. Cairns. Al was excited, and he really wanted to take the initiative to proclaim his identity as a mage.

"Oh, that evil gray dwarf. Al, you've got to bring enough money, or you're probably going to have to work for him for the rest of your life, hahahaha" Alcott laughed.

The Grey Dwarves are an underground race, and they are related to the surface dwarves but are mortal enemies.

They are cunning, evil, greedy, but they follow the rules and are one of the few underground races that can be accepted.

Dwarves are known for being magically disgusted, and in addition to having a very low magic affinity, they are also related to their irascible nature. But the gray dwarf is different, there have been many mages, but none of them are serious mages.

Their gods are best known for their penchant for robbing dragons and plundering their accumulated wealth. Believers can't rob the dragon, so it's better to blackmail mortals.

In this world, there are traces of survival not only on the surface, but also underground. In addition to the indigenous creatures, there are also some surface struggles that have been driven down after failure. The most famous are the evil, cruel, and murderous dark elves, and the gray dwarves are just one of the inhabitants of the underground.

Greystone City has an exit to the Grey Dwarf underground city, and is rich in hard greystone, hence its name.

However, there are still a few underground residents who are willing to come to live on the surface, one is the aversion of the underground residents to the sun, but the vendetta of blood relatives on the surface.

Faulkner, a gray dwarf mage, settled in Greystone City for some unknown reason and opened a magic material shop. Al took Keynes's letter of introduction and looked nervously around the store.

There was only one clerk in the store, a bit older than Al. Knowing that Al had come to find Master Faulkner, he glanced at him meaningfully. He was furious when he saw it.

"Oh, Keynes introduced me. He introduced me to a lot of good apprentices. Faulkner wore a brown robe, and his skin was as hard as a rock, cold gray. Faulkner, who had taken the letter of introduction, did not open it, but looked Alr up and down. Those two gazes swept over Al like substance, and Al couldn't help but shudder.

"Looks like a poor ghost, is Keynes going to pay?" Faulkner opened the envelope and looked at it and crumpled it up.

"First-level mage, my apprentices are all first-level mages! If you want to upgrade to the second level, you can pay two hundred gold coins, and if you don't have any money, you can get out of here!" Faulkner unceremoniously put the paper ball still on Al's body, turned around and roared at the apprentice.

"In the future, if you don't have any money on you, let him get out of me!

Al picked up the paper ball awkwardly, smiled apologetically at the apprentice who had been sprayed with a spitting star, and turned to leave.

As soon as he entered the city, he had a big meal, and then bought a bunch of materials at a low price in the Keynes Chamber of Commerce, and came to see Faulkner in his pocket except for a few inferior magic gems.

Al, who had been driven out, went around Greystone City again, and the adventure guild here had long been tasked with recruiting apprentices and mages to teach. The teaching of a first-level or two-level wild mage is of little use to help Al.

In addition to the Gray Dwarves, there are other magical races in Greystone City. A green-skinned goblin is peddling some chirping junk to Al.

Mr. Zephnaia says that the ancient goblins, who had overthrown the rule of trolls through cunning wisdom and extraordinary alchemy, created a civilized kingdom, but because of their greedy and treacherous nature, this kingdom that could not be born of strong people and relied on constructed creatures to rule quickly fell apart from within.

The reproductive ability of goblins can almost be compared to rats, and it took a lot of effort for the original intelligent creatures to drive these soft and hard-hating and mountains of guys into underground caves, losing their cultural heritage, and almost being enslaved by the underground powerhouses as cannon fodder as soon as they were born.

Even his own words have been lost, and they can no longer shine brightly.

Even now, the biggest threat to a city is the goblin tribe, and a goblin couple can give birth to a small tribe in just three months. It caused great harm to the merchants and farmers who came and went.

When Al was in the city of Mesantan, before the Vengeful Fury invaded, he had to besiege and suppress the side every month under the leadership of the sheriff.

Al once spent a gold coin in the imperial capital to receive a manuscript of a local elf, although it could be seen that it was old, but unfortunately it was the kind of dirty ghost drawing that even the learned Mr. Zephnaia could not understand.

"Hey, little fat man, don't you want to do something? I brought this from an underground ancient temple and contains the mystery of truth. Hey, don't touch it, how dare mortals touch the secret of the gods!Now he's yours!10 silver coins!" The goblin grabbed the stone that Al had curiously touched, put it in Saidaual's hand, and then stretched out his hand and asked him for money.

"Ten silver coins are not too cheap for the secrets of the gods. Al teasingly put his hand back, goblins are generally very short in this world, unfortunately, Al is also short, and the two of them actually look like friends from a distance.

"The gods have taken a fancy to you! He has chosen you!How dare the lowly Sam trade the gods' orders, but poor Sam also needs some errands, sweet little fat man, cherish the blessings of the gods!" Sam, the green-skinned goblin, put the stone back in Al's hand, turned and ran triumphantly.