After taking the line of Mr. Two, even Morgritte was a little surprised by the change in Habs, who walked again with his head held high in the tent. It seems that he is not afraid of hitting anything, nor is he afraid of falling into the furnace. However, his attitude towards the gray dwarf is still respectful, and even the title has changed to sir.

"Dear Monsieur Mogg, how. In this way, although the gray dwarf was not used to it, he gladly accepted it. Then in the tent that belonged to the blacksmith's work, Morwritte's work was much less, on the one hand, Habs did it secretly first, and on the other hand, the head of the tent allocated almost half the work to the gray dwarves than before.

Mowglitte still ran to the place where he smoked dry tobacco when he had time, but he never saw Mr. Two again, and although he was a little disappointed, he became more and more satisfied with his life in the Redbeard camp. Each meal is served with fluffy, piping white bread served with potato soup, buckwheat soup and the occasional salad. This kind of life is no worse than the purgatory in White Rock Town. If it weren't for the time when Redbeard attacked the Valley of the Dead, the gray dwarves would almost have thought that this was their life.

The lightning bolt was sent by Mowglitte into the Enchanted Forest, and everything in the Enchanted Forest seemed to be unaffected by the eternal night, still lush with vegetation and fragrant fruits. Lightning was very fond of the cherry tree's twigs, but after being warned by the Grey Dwarves never to bring it to the Enchanted Forest, he only brushed the grass under the cherry tree a few times. Morgride also often comes to the Enchanted Forest to pick a few cherries and taste the tender fruits. In such weather, even the crown of Iglos did not have such treatment, and the entire kingdom of Sabur was frozen, and if you wanted to eat fresh cherries, you had to wait for the next summer.

Two more days later, a messenger came directly to Morgridt, handing him a folded note. "Ready, old place wait!" said the phrase on the dark yellow sandskin paper in lingua franca.

"Is it Mr. Two?" asked Morgridt, looking up.

The messenger nodded and disappeared into the shadows of the valley. According to the fellows who smoked, there were many such messengers in the Valley of the Red Beard, and these people could not speak, and there was a suspicion that they were mute, but no one confirmed it, and the gray dwarf was the first time he had seen such a messenger, and it was a normal person who looked normal, but he didn't say a word, which can be blamed for making people suspicious.

In fact, Morgaret has been preparing all along, so there is nothing to prepare. The gray dwarf touched the hard pipe in his trouser pocket, and was as relieved as an old smoker.

"Habs, come on some Havana shambass!" the gray dwarf called out to the mountain dwarves who were wandering around in their tents. The latter ran over with a surprised expression on his face.

"Didn't you say that ten gold moores and a pint of trefoil were wasted, why are you willing to spend this money today!" Habs took out a small refined box from his bosom, and there were many small compartments in it, and different kinds of tobacco were sealed in such small compartments. The Mountain Dwarf is a part-time tobacco vendor at Camp Redbeard, and in his words, life at Camp Redbeard would have been hell if it weren't for such a part-time job.

In this place, although the red beard is in charge of eating and living, there are actually many places that cost money. It's a small city here, all kinds of materials, and news are flowing smoothly in the dark, and of course these are all money-making, yellow-orange-orange golden moores. Habs was one of them, offering everything from cheap cleave, which can be smoked for four silver soles, to trefoils, which cost more than a gold moore.

The gray dwarf happily pulled out a handful of yellow-orange-orange gold moores, handed them over, and snatched the tobacco leaves.

"Oh, it's the new Golden Moore of White Stone, it's not easy!" Habs happily put the Golden Moore in his mouth, a quick way for veterans to check the fineness of gold coins. "I can't see that you still have such good goods!"

The gray dwarf's face changed, and he hurriedly explained, "It's just shit luck, when you encounter a corpse and a few gold moores turned out, you will dislike this money for not being clean!"

"There is no filthy Kim Moore, only a filthy heart!" Habs solemnly put Kim Moore away, "May his soul rest in peace after his death!" The mountain dwarf's right hand drew a cross on his chest, then closed his eyes and was quiet.

"You are a disciple of Jehovah!" Morgaret asked with a smile as he waited until Habs opened his eyes.

Yes, many of the people in the Redbeard camp were disciples of Jehovah and were guided by Jehovah to return to Elysium in heart and into the Pure Land in body and mind. Forever in the glory of the Garden of Eden!" Habs folded his hands in front of his chest and bowed deeply to the east.

Morwritte became worried, and it wasn't until Mr. Two tapped him on the shoulder that he reacted.

"What's the matter with you, so uneasy?" Mr. Two immediately said, "It can't be that you are nervous like this just to see Redbeard, right?"

Morgridle shook her head, then nodded again. If Camp Redbeard had church people intervene, things would get complicated. Jehovah's disciples descended from a branch of the Lord's Crown, and they were divided because of their different understandings of Jehovah's Covenant. The famous Cardinal Kirill left Iglos and began to wander around Sertiana, and although Kirill was forgiven by His Holiness the Pope, claiming that Kirill was only seduced by the devil, he remained a devout Christian. But Kirill's status as cardinal is in vain. The churches throughout Sertiana drove him and his followers away like flies. Although Morgaret did not know what was going on, there was no one in White Rock who claimed to be Jehovah's disciple so openly. Although the Church's Templars in Whitestone are not in Whitestone most of the time, in the eyes of ordinary people, Whitestone is still the Church's territory. If Jehovah's disciples were involved in Redbeard's camp, it would be difficult to guarantee that they had no other ideas. The town of White Rock is now like a fat cake, surrounded by a circle of bone shells.

"Let's go, I've been waiting for this day for a long time!" Mowglitte pulled out a blue-fanged Mithril mask from his bosom and placed it on his head.

Mr. Two gave a thumbs up to the gray dwarf, and then stepped into the shadows of the valley first.