Felt Avenue isn't too far off from its name. Although its scale is not quite an avenue in a human city, it is quite passable for the streets and alleys of the rushing city that do not match their names at all. At the very least, cheese can walk down the street with two horses side by side. However, it didn't take long for them to consciously walk in a line, because although there were not many people coming and going on this street, they were all in a hurry.

"Horn!" the shrill sound of the horn was accompanied by the crashing sound of the iron-clad wooden wheels pressing over the stone pavement. Luckily their horses were horses from the steppes that had been trained as war horses, otherwise the noise alone would have been enough to make them uncontrollable. That would be a problem, because the dwarves who pushed a wheelbarrow full of coal past a few people didn't look intimidating, at least. This is not an uncommon sight, the whole iron felt avenue is completely devoid of the bustle and noise of other streets, and as soon as you enter these buildings made of gold and stone, it is like being in a workshop in the belly of the mountain, and even the sky is infected with soot.

"Are we really in a city on the water?" Kenqi looked back at where they had come from, and could faintly see the streets paved with wooden pallets, which were rushing, most of the streets were made of treated wooden planks. However, it is limited to the streets, because the height of the buildings in this city is not inferior to that of other above-ground cities, so there must be a way to carry those buildings. As if as soon as they entered the Felt Avenue, the ground was no longer a wooden plank but a stone slab, which was obviously the handiwork of the dwarves of the owners here, and the purpose was mostly like the cart that had just whistled by, for the convenience of transportation.

"It's hard to say, but I'm starting to get interested in the architecture. "The mage wasn't joking. It was hard for him to imagine for a moment what techniques and methods the builders had used to build such a huge city on the flowing waters and soft riverbeds, and for Cheese, who was already a part-in-class stonemason, it was no less important to unravel the city's secrets than to break through magic.

Of course, this kind of thing still has to be put on the back for a while, now they are just entering the city, everything here can bring them an impact, "Don't talk about this, aren't we looking for a hotel?"

Atta's reminder brings the men back to the point, they didn't come to the dwarven streets to study the stone paths and eat soot. As we all know, dwarves are creatures that are associated with minerals, and traditional dwarves must have at least one mine in their living range, and the City of Rushing Rivers obviously does not meet this requirement. This meant that if the dwarves were to transport their works and rough minerals from other places, they must have built inns for them. Because, like their craft, most dwarves are stereotyped about other races, and they try to reject other races, especially humans, in their own lives.

"Then again, are they really going to make me wait?" Jian Qi asked worriedly, "I've seen these dwarves on my journey, and they're not bad, but it takes time to gain trust. ”

"In general, it does. Luckily, we had a clipper ticket in hand, and if used correctly, it would allow us to simplify the process. But there are no absolutes, and if this ticket is useless, we will have to spend time and find another place to stay. Convincing a dwarf is like cutting down an oak tree, but convincing a group of dwarves is like emptying a mountain. Cheese didn't deny Kenqi's words. At the end of the day, the idea that the dwarves could help them was only a temporary idea, and he only realized that he had the leverage in his hands that might be able to convince the stubborn dwarves, but he couldn't guarantee it until he was actually recognized.

Driven by this slight apprehension, they found what looked like an inn at a fork in the street corner. The reason why it looks like a hotel is that it is at least not emitting smoke or hot air compared to the buildings around it that are clearly industrial, but the house is built in the same style as the street, with no signage, no signs, and no use from the outside.

"Jingle bell!" it does take courage to push open the door, and dwarves are not tolerant of those who encroach on their territory. So when Cheese walked into the room with a slight shortening, his other hand was already in his robe ready just in case. Fortunately, he was greeted not by seven or eight dwarven blacksmiths who greeted him with casting hammers and masonry chisels, but only a voice that didn't sound very good-tempered said coldly.

"It's not time to drink, you drunks. I still have to prepare... Hey, who let you in! Humans are not welcome here, get out!"

"Please wait, don't be in such a hurry. The mage said, his hands stretched out from his robes and raised them to his head to show that he had no ill intentions. Despite this, the old dwarf in the room still picked up a stick from the counter, God knows why there was a stick in his counter, and looking at the shape of the thick front and narrow back, it was clear that it was deliberately sharpened into a blunt object used to beat people. Cheese couldn't help but take two steps back and lean against the wall by the door.

"Get out! I'll just say it again, you'd better not know what will happen to anger a dwarf! ”

"Actually, I only shaved my beard two days ago, just before I planned a culling of the river monster, wait! Don't be in such a hurry to hit me with a stick, it's too barbaric!" Cheese didn't want to do it, because he knew that the dwarves were very, very vindictive, and whatever the reason he did here, he would be retaliated against. So in the face of the dwarf approaching with a stick, he could only choose to run. Life is like that sometimes, the Grey Mage has dealt with demons, he has confronted demons, he has fought evil gods and their hideous minions, and he has thrown himself into the battle of humanity. But that doesn't make him more decent when he's being chased.

"Alright! stop!" the mage who had been hit in the thigh and ass with the stick cried out in annoyance, and then received another blow. In fact, the dwarf's stick is much more dangerous than it seems, and the strength of his hands is one thing, mainly due to his height, and the position of the dwarf when swinging the stick always makes the male cheese feel physiological instinctive fear. Therefore, he must quickly stop this state of affairs from continuing.

The way to do this is to untie the lantern from his waist and hold it up to the dwarf. At first, the dwarf didn't know what Cheese had brought out, and subconsciously took a step back. But after he saw the things in the mage's hand, the eyes under the two thick eyebrows instantly opened, and the wooden stick in his hand was thrown behind him and made a series of collision sounds. He rubbed his hands on his clothes a few times, and then carefully picked up the lantern.

"You, you, where did you get it?" the old dwarf held the Breath of Dawn as if he were holding a newborn baby.

"It's a gift from a friend. Andre Hammer, now the lord of the Hammer Lords of the Human Lion Kingdom, is the Duke of the Kingdom. This is his work called Breath of Dawn. I think that's proof that I'm not that alienated from the dwarves, right?" Cheese let go of his hand and let the other man take the lantern. He wasn't too afraid of accidents, and aside from his strength and temper, the effect of magic on dwarves would be no different from that of humans.

"You, stand there and wait. I need someone to confirm your words. The old dwarf turned back behind the counter with the lantern in his arms, fumbled through the brass pipes behind him, and blew one of them.