Hiko asked, not because the dwarve's bid was not enough, but because his bid was too high. Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info Mithril is a treasure of no price in itself, and its treasure cannot be measured by money. In other words, if it is taken to the market for trading, it must be a sky-high price. This is so expensive that it may not be enough for Hiko to deliver all the ore. If the trade can be carried out like this, then he is clearly making a fortune.

But even the dwarves are stupid enough to agree to such a deal. Almost immediately, the dwarf pressed his hand against the box in front of Hiko, then stared at him and said word by word.

"How about I exchange these Mithril for ten years of minerals from your Nords, do you agree to this condition?"

If the goods used for trading are all his own, then Yan will naturally agree to such conditions without thinking about it. Mithril was precious enough for him to pay such a price. However, under the premise that he was only an agent trader, he could not make such a decision.

He had to take into account the interests of more people. And for those Nords who are willing to hand over their goods to Hiko, the value of these Mithril is not that great.

They need most of the supplies for survival, not any valuable resources. In this inhospitable place in the far north, no matter how valuable things are, they are not as important as the materials that can make a person live. Therefore, as a representative of these many people, Hiko could only shake his head at the dwarf in pain.

"I'm sorry, Kulin. These things are very valuable, but they are not necessities for us Nords. Therefore, please forgive me for this condition that I cannot accept. ”

"Are you kidding me?" the dwarf's eyes widened, barely believing what he had heard. He didn't believe anyone could resist the temptation of Mithril, and even the gods on high couldn't be indifferent to such a treasure. But the little guy in front of him refused, and he refused so simply. The whole process made the dwarf feel a great absurdity.

"I'm not kidding, Mr. Coolin. What I mean is clear, I'm sorry, I'm declining this deal. The people here have heard it, and they can prove it. ”

"Then you must be crazy. ”

Muttering and picking up the treasure chest containing Mithril, the dwarf Kulin looked at Hiko's eyes with a little more meaning. Obviously, he didn't think the person in front of him was normal right now.

And for this performance, Hiko just replied with a wry smile.

"I think maybe you're right. Even I didn't expect that one day I would refuse the Mithril that was placed in front of me. Still, if I had to do it all over again, I would still decide that way. Sorry, Mr. Coolin. If you really need these ores, I'd suggest you go and get enough supplies before you talk to me about business. ”

"What the hell!" cursed indignantly, and the dwarf turned to walk away with his chest. He would rather get nothing than be exploited by those vampires. So his destination was clear, and that was to step on his own ship and leave this place that was hell for him.

However, just as he was about to leave, the old shaman stopped him.

"Cook's grandson, wait a minute. Perhaps, we can talk to each other again?"

The old shaman's summons was unexpected by everyone, including Hiko. Neither he nor the dwarves expected that this old man, who had been playing the role of a bystander, would actually step in at this time. And in view of the identity of the old shaman, even Kulin, whose stomach was already full of anger, had to stop and ask respectfully.

"Lord Lu, do you have anything else?"

"I'd like to make a price to buy the Mithril you have. ”

The old shaman's calm answer sent a look of astonishment on Kulin's face, followed by ecstasy. However, he quickly suppressed this excitement again, and instead stared at Yan with a cautious face, and asked the old shaman.

"But didn't your trading representative explicitly reject me?"

"That's right, Hiko rejected you. Because he represents hundreds or thousands of Nords, it is impossible for him to agree to your terms of the deal. But I'm different, I'm just me. ”

Hearing the old shaman's explanation, the eyes of the dwarf Kulin's thick beard narrowed again.

"Lord Lu, I don't mean to be offended. But you should know the value of such a crate of Mithril. This Mithril is enough to create two armor pairs, plus a sharp blade. And these things, even if they were offered to any god, were enough to please them. So, I don't think you can afford to go out and price it. ”

"Mithril is precious, I admit it. But if you think I can't afford to bid because of that, you're underestimating me. With a smile, the old shaman put his hand into the cuffs of his wide robe, and then pulled out a leather scroll directly from it.

This leather scroll has an unusual appearance, with a delicate and tight texture and a natural dark red pattern. The four sides of the scroll are accompanied by beautiful gold leaf. The gold leaf was stretched into a boxy frame depicting dwarves armed with swords and axes. Although it was said that because of the roll-up, Kulin could not see everything inside, but after a glance, he was sure that the gold leaf depicted the heroes of the dwarven history. And such an appearance immediately made him restless in his heart.

He had some guesses, but he wasn't sure if he was right or wrong. So, he immediately asked the old shaman.

"Lord Lu, what is this thing?"

The old shaman didn't speak, but opened the scroll and smiled and pointed to a heraldic brand at the bottom of the scroll. And seeing this imprint, the dwarf Kulin no longer had any doubts in his heart. He had determined that this was what he had imagined, but he could not figure out why this fabled being had appeared in the hands of the old shaman.

And as if to see his doubts, the old shaman began to explain.

"This is a treasure I acquired when I was younger, a relic of the famous Molten Lord of Dwarven history. You must be familiar with this thing. ”

"Kobatol, Lord of the Molten Flames. He led his clan to settle in the lava-flowing mountains. From the lava flows, the Molten People have carved out an endless supply of gold, silver, and gems, forging the strongest armor and sharpest weapons. The hands of the dwarves dug through the entire mountain range, and under the mountains, there was the kingdom of the dwarves. He was a legend, I thought it had become a legend completely. ”

Looking at the scroll in the old shaman's hand in a daze, the dwarf said these words as if muttering to himself. In this regard, the old shaman laughed.

"But apparently, he didn't, and according to legend, by breaking a seal, the Molten King and his people awakened the sleeping monsters. This monster has ruined his kingdom and taken all that he has. The mountains have fallen, and the gates of the Molten Lands have been sealed. Leaving only a secret passage, waiting for the descendants of the Molten King, who escaped by luck, to come and take the place of his ancestors and take back everything that belonged to them - endless gold and silver, the treasure of the Molten King. ”

"Yes, that's it. You can't go wrong. The dwarves have been passed down from generation to generation, and Kobatator's descendants hold the scroll that leads to the secret gates of the Molten Lands. This scroll is made of the skin of a lava serpent. It's tough, and it's a dark red pattern. Moreover, the scroll also bears the coat of arms of Kobatol, the flame-wrapped sledgehammer emblem. That's right, this is Kobatol's Treasure Scroll, and you can't go wrong. ”

While groping for everything about the scroll according to his memory, he looked at the scroll in the old shaman's hand with greedy eyes. After making sure of it, the dwarf Kulin immediately asked eagerly.

"Lord Lu, do you really want to exchange this for the Mithril in my hand?"

"It's unrealistic for an old man like me to go through mountains and rivers in search of some kind of treasure, isn't it? In that case, why don't I sell this treasure for a good price? A box of Mithril, I think the price is appropriate, what do you think?"

Answering with a smile, the old shaman gently rolled up the scroll in his hand. When the dwarf, whose eyes remained on the scroll and didn't even move, heard this, he immediately nodded and put down the box in his hand.

"You have a point, I'm happy to make this deal. So look!"

"This thing is yours. With a flick of his hand, he threw the scroll directly into the dwarf's arms. The old shaman's open-mindedness was surprising. The dwarf didn't care about that, and he put his heart and soul on the scroll in his arms. After opening the scroll and looking at it several times, he didn't even say a word, turned around and left the place with his men in a brisk manner. Not to mention the Mithril as a transaction, he didn't even take that box of Jindler. Apparently, he had gotten a little carried away with joy.

The old shaman didn't care about that, he just put the box of Mithril on the ground and the box full of Kindler in front of Hiko, and smiled at him.

"What else are you looking at? Put things away, and don't forget, you still have a lot of deals to discuss?"

The old shaman's movements made Hiko a little stunned, he looked at the two valuable treasures in front of him, and asked the old shaman strangely.

"Teacher Lu, what do you mean by that?"

"Here you go, it's your reward for all the years you've done in North Wind Town. Of course, I'm counting a piece for the next few years. You don't want anything else from me in the future. ”

Swallowing a mouthful of saliva, Hiko's heart raced a little at this kind of generosity. But he still firmly pushed the box open and said to the old shaman.

"It's too valuable, Mr. Lu. I can't take this thing. ”