"Donner, let's imagine what would happen if Middle-earth could make good weapons and never even need to buy the weapons we produced again?"

"The price of the Magic Hedron will increase. Donner blurted out, the answer is obvious, the dwarves need to buy food, weapons can't be sold, and they can only sell the hedrons more expensive.

"The price of the hedron will go up?Oh, yes, it will go up, great, you are smarter than I thought!, so what if the human race, especially the human beings in the Magic Continent, can't accept the condition that the price of the hedron will rise?"

"I can only accept it. Oh, unless...... Unless war is waged. ”

"You're very right, unless there is a war. Oh, it seems to me that there will be war. Three thousand years ago, humans waged a war because of their unbridled demand for magic crystals. Dwarves, gnomes, and humans all paid a terrible price for that war. After the war, the hedron quota treaty was signed to ensure peace for 3,000 years, and the Far North had to expand its territory further north to dig up more hedrons. ”

"So, if something goes wrong with the arms trade, the quota treaty could be nullified?"

"That's right! We're in need of food! You know Donner, now our people are mining in the far north, it's too hard there, and even if there's plenty of food, there will be a lot of deaths. Natia Vida looked pained and spoke in a sad tone, and Donner felt that such sadness was not fake.

I think you're right, it's necessary to ensure a balance in trade. I apologize for the impact I have inadvertently caused you. Donner was moved by what the other party said, and felt some sympathy for the situation of the Far North Country.

Natia Vida and Aidaroa looked at each other, both of them seeing consternation in each other's eyes. Before that, they never imagined that the negotiations would go so smoothly. If it weren't for the dwarf's worship of wisdom, Aida would even offer to kill this kid directly.

"So, you're coming from the Far North?"

"Oh no, I'm the trade ambassador to the Faimon Empire, and Aidalua is my military attaché. ”

"It's the Ambassador. ”

"Please don't be so polite, the Fermon Empire is just a small country that even the Divine Son never patronizes, so I am just an insignificant minor official in the Far North Country. ”

The Femon Empire was a small country, which Downer found a little difficult to digest.

"I think you can spend more time learning magic. Natia Vida remembered the suggestion she had anticipated, and she had unconsciously changed the way she addressed the other person.

"Well, you're right. ”

"But, as far as I know, you're not yet an official student at Tris School of Magic. I think that has to change! I mean, of course, if you will. ”

Donner thought about the other party's suggestion, his recent progress in magic learning has indeed slowed down, the knowledge of magic models, meditation methods, and magic arrays all require a lot of time of formal learning to acquire, but now is not the time to think about these things.

"Is there any way to undo the matter of the Thousand Forging Swords, and the impact of my paper with Mr. Victor?"

"Rest assured, we have taken back the paper through our influence in the Naturalist Society. On the side of the Thousand Forged Sword, we are going to buy the other party's workshop and stop work, and we will also give compensation to the other party for specializing in dwarven weapons. Oh, I saw the machine in the workshop, and I heard that you designed it too, and it was a great creation, and there are some details in it that will be a great inspiration to our craftsmen. You don't mind if I ship it back to the Far North, do you?"

In this case, Mr. Merkel also has an explanation. Oh, you can do with that machine. ”

"I suddenly had an idea, I don't know if you would agree. Natia said with some hesitation.

"What's the idea, tell me?" Donner was still thinking about how to compensate Merkel, and he had to ask when he went back this time.

"I'd like to set up a lab in Dorne, and you can guide me when you have time, can you see it?"

"Lab?"

"Yes, we also have some labs in Middle-earth, and we also acquire some special inventions and creations. ”

Donner casually agreed, thinking that if he had to do something, it would be easier to get through the gnome's lab.

The negotiations were successfully concluded and the process was extremely brief.

Under the leadership of Idarua, the three of them easily found Richard and his party, and the two northern visitors did not show up in front of everyone, but quietly said goodbye to Donner and quietly disappeared.

After a whole night of non-stop trekking and shouting, except for Roger, whose strength was close to that of a full-fledged knight, everyone else was exhausted, but until now, no one proposed to stop the search, even Fiona, who has always been delicate, gritted her teeth and insisted at this time, because everyone knew that Donna risked leading away the thieves for the safety of everyone.

But as time passed, there was an ominous omen in everyone's hearts. Richard and Kelly's faces clearly showed signs of crying, and they didn't dare to imagine the consequences of Donner's murder.

Lucia had been tormented by self-blame, if she could calm down a little bit, she might be able to scare off the thieves by casting a spell, or as long as she remembered to cast the magic scroll instead of throwing it out in a panic, Donner wouldn't have to take any chances. But now it's too late, because of his mistakes, the boy may have disappeared from the world forever. The words he had said, the words about the island of Lante, and the poem, seemed to be still in his ears, and his quiet smiling face was still in front of him. He was far calmer than himself when danger came, and he led away the thieves, but the forest was so dark at night, and he rushed into the darkness so desperately, he must have been afraid, and when the thieves caught up, would he beg for mercy? Will the thieves let him go? No, he must have disdained to beg for mercy, as he had with Karl and them......

"Hey, don't be so discouraged, okay? Donner won't be killed by a few little thieves! He won't die in such an inexplicable place!" Wesley, who had been shouting Donner's name all night, was hoarse at the last sentence. Roger walked up to give him a hug, but Wesley stubbornly pushed him away and turned his head away, he didn't want the other to see his red eyes.

It was at this moment that a familiar voice came.

"Hey, what are you all doing? Did anyone prepare breakfast?"