Inside the unknown tavern, the atmosphere seems to be very warm. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

A large group of dwarves with long beards and rust smells of their bodies, pushing glasses of cheap beer to change.

The dwarves had no money, and their possessions consisted of their own hammers and all sorts of ore they had dug up.

For example, the wine that everyone drinks is a fist-sized piece of iron ore, which is enough to give three cups of inferior ale wine, and the mouth is full of bitterness.

It's such a bad ale that can make a dwarf sit in a tavern for a day and enjoy himself.

There are no appetizers, and the special barbecue provided by the tavern is too expensive, and few dwarves can consume it generously for a while.

Occasionally, a few rich and willful people come to order, and they just order a plate of food that is similar to edamame, and Wu Ming can't name the food and drink, which can also make many dwarves envious, and if they are familiar, they may even be wiped out.

Poverty with optimism and satisfaction with life is the impression left by the dwarf on Wu Ming.

Compared with the resplendent Aesir Garden, where the gods were born to enjoy, the difference between the kingdom of the dwarves and the Aesir gods is like that between backward Africa and developed Europe.

Wu Ming glanced at Thor, who lowered his body so as not to be hit in the head, and found that he was accustomed to this phenomenon, and was obviously used to seeing this.

"Boss, two glasses of golden rum, a roast lamb chop, a honey steak, and a cold fruit cow platter." Thor was so wealthy that many shy dwarves couldn't help but look back.

In the midst of all the attention, Thor didn't feel anything wrong.

The other dwarves had envy in their eyes, and the excessive height of Wu Ming and the others showed that this was a foreign master, not a poor person.

"The dwarves are not having a good time!" Wu Ming took the golden rum and sat in the hall with Thor.

Thor shook his head disapprovingly, lowered his voice and whispered, "You don't understand, this is their life, and others can't change it at all." My father wanted to change all this, to give the dwarves ploughing oxen, seeds, sheep and chickens and ducks, and even the gods of harvest and the earth to bless them in the kingdom of the dwarves, but do you know what happened? ”

What happened later, of course Wu Ming didn't know.

But looking at the appearance of the dwarves, it doesn't look like they have entered an agrarian society, and this should not have been successful.

Later, the dwarves ate the oxen, made the seeds into wine, made chicken soup from the old hens, and put the ducks in the oven. The god of harvest and the earth returned to the realm of the gods after three months here, and my father was so angry that he could no longer care about them. Thor laughed himself as he spoke, not knowing if he was laughing at the dwarf's ignorance.

If you have cattle and seeds, you can grow food, and you don't have to exchange weapons with other races.

There are chickens, ducks, cows and sheep cubs, and when they grow up, they can breed more chickens, ducks, cattle and sheep, which is an inexhaustible treasure trove.

It's a pity that the dwarves would rather kill chickens and get eggs than farm and herd sheep and live a life of abundant food and clothing.

There must be something hateful about the poor people, and Thor does not think these people are worthy of pity, because the path is chosen by the dwarves themselves.

"No farming, no animal husbandry, what do the dwarves rely on for food and drink, all by exchange?" Wu Ming took a sip of the golden rum and found that the wine was good.

Thor raised his glass, took a sip himself, and nodded: "It's just by exchange, dwarves are born casting masters, they are very good at casting weapons and exploring ore veins, and they love this industry deeply." They would dig up ore from the mountains and turn it into standard weapons to return to other races in exchange for food and necessities.

Truth be told, the dwarves are very conservative, much more conservative than the gypsies on Earth. The gypsies of the earth, who used to be synonymous with astrologers, dancers, thieves, and prostitutes, wandered around the world in carriages with their luggage. To this day, many Gypsies have moved into the city and changed their lives on their own. The dwarves are more stubborn and conservative, believing that this is what they need and do not want to change anything. ”

If you want to change, you first have to have the idea of change, so that you can really make a difference.

The dwarves themselves don't want to change, living a life of three days of fishing and two days of sifting nets, what else can others say.

Does Odin lack wisdom, not lacking, but he still can't do anything.

This is the nature of this race, unless the dwarves are oppressed to the point of extinction if they don't change, otherwise they themselves don't bother to change.

After all, such a day was very difficult in Wu Ming's eyes, but for the dwarves, they were accustomed to it, thinking that they were not poor when there was beer.

You say you don't have any clothes to wear, haha, the dwarves don't care about appearance, and they are gorgeously dressed in front of the furnace, which is not what a forger should be.

Just look at the dwarves around them, their teeth are dark, they smell of sulfur, and their long hair is tied into small braids at the back of their heads.

Moreover, dealing with ores and furnaces for a long time has made these dwarves very muscular, and it is no problem to put on heavy armor, pick up double-sided giant axes, and send them directly to the battlefield.

"What is this cold fruit, it tastes so good." The thumb-sized blue fruit is sweet and sour when eaten with cream, and there is a coolness in the taste buds. Wu Ming nodded with satisfaction, took a fork and ate a few more, and took another sip of golden rum from time to time, sighing that this was really the gospel of foodies.

Thor feasted on the lamb chops, and couldn't tell the origin of this thing, and said vaguely: "This is a special product of the elf clan, and the dwarf clan specially exchanged it for slaughtering fat sheep." This plate of cold fruits can be exchanged for a good half-body armor, which is much more expensive than steak or something. ”

The half-length armor produced by the dwarves is placed in the nine kingdoms of the gods' domain, and it is a sought-after item no matter where it is.

Hearing that the price of this thing was so high, Wu Ming inevitably ate two more bites, and then asked, "Who is the forging master you brought me to find, the patriarch of the dwarf clan?" ”

"No, the patriarch of the dwarf race, he is as busy as a bee all day long, and no matter how good the forging technique is, it is a fool to think that the patriarch of the dwarf race will be the first forging master of the dwarf race. This time, I'll take you to a real master, you know my Mjolnir, this hammer was made by this master and given magic by my father. Hearing Thor talk about Thor's hammer, Wu Ming's eyes lit up.

A master who can create an artifact and create a carrier for the Infinity Stones should be no problem.

These dwarven masters have mastered the dwarven race, the forging process handed down from ancient times, and the top enchanting technology.

If these people can't do it, I'm afraid there will be no one in the galaxy, after all, forging and strength are not equal, and the forging technology of the dwarves will be amazed by the gods.

"What is the name of this master, and do I need to prepare anything, such as remuneration, commissions, etc.?" Wu Ming asked two questions in a row, and he didn't think that he could get something for nothing.

Many people feel that it is possible to take extremely rare and precious materials and ask a dwarven master to craft something at no cost.

This view is wrong, and the dwarves are eager to create artifacts and gain honor.

However, the fee given to the blacksmith is also part of the honor. As for seeing rare and precious materials, the two masters are vying to build them, and the statement that they don't want a penny will only appear in fairy tales.

"The Master's name is Gunter, a true polymath who, in his youth, traveled throughout the Divine Realm, and even the Frost Giants regarded him as a guest. As for the remuneration, I can't tell you this, because Master Gunt has a habit of asking the person who asked him to build a weapon to agree to a condition. Thor became serious when he said this, and said in a low voice: "This master is very eccentric, you have to be mentally prepared. ”

"Of course, there is a gain, there must be a pay!" Wu Ming nodded slightly.

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