The world of Rigal is excluded from the range of "subhumans" as the name suggests, and is recognized as an independent civilized race, with a total of four races: orcs, elves, dwarves, and gnomes.

Of these four races, the conflict between orcs and humans is the most intense, and in their relatively primitive social structure, similar to that of the steppe people, humans are mostly cowards and villains who are good at intrigues. In the eyes of humans, these creatures with animal characteristics, who are at least three to four times stronger than human warriors at the same height of 1.9 meters and the same weight, are synonymous with muscles but not brains.

In any case, because of the proximity of their living territories, it is almost a daily occurrence that a large number of Lamani states in the West, including Rumanato, located in the southern range of the Tambul Mountains, clash with these races that are inferior in numbers and equipment, but have greater individual combat effectiveness. The struggle between the orcs, who established villages along the river, and the various Lamanite kingdoms in the fertile land at the junction of the steppe and the forest, is even considered by some historians to be the main reason for the rise of the Ottolo Empire.

The short Lamanites can't compete with the orcs, and the only ones in human society who can catch up with these guys in average height are Luoan, Ottoro and the northern peoples, and the result of the Lamanites' over-reliance on the Ottoros is to make them grow stronger, and because of the quagmire of successive conflicts with the orcs, even the Ruman Anatolaman Empire, known as the "Padrosi of the West", can only watch the other side rise-

Back to the original place, except for the orcs who communicate with humans with weapons and minions. Of the three remaining races, the elves have the longest history of communication with humans - perhaps thanks to the long life spans that have been the same in many human memories a thousand years ago, and still so a thousand years later.

Elves are the oldest in history, but these fair-skinned, pointy-eared ears are not enthusiastic about all things human, so they are better known to the common people than the dwarves who only began to have some connections hundreds of years ago.

The Dwarves, as well as the other race of gnomes, half as tall as humans and elves, are skilled craftsmen, the former skilled in smelting and building cities, and the latter known for their intricate ornaments and large sailing ships.

The names of these four races are all given by humans, and the gnomes certainly do not call themselves gnomes, and the words used to describe themselves in their language are directly copied syllables into the lingua franca, and the words read "Atirias" - meaning "skilled craftsmen" and "extremely intelligent" - it can be said that in terms of this immodest character, they are indeed worthy of the rank of the five major civilizations with the elves.

Humans refer to foreign races, whether dwarves or gnomes, with some contempt, and in fact the two terms have been linked together in the past, because most humans can't tell the difference between these two equally short races - the males are fine, but the female dwarves look very similar to the dwarfs.

Most people today have a better way of judging things, even though gnomes are rarely seen in human society.

Historians have come up with a series of studies that some people already know that humans are closer to dwarves and elves are closer to gnomes - and you can tell by looking at their ears and faces.

There is a great deal of general talk about the relationship between humans and other races, but the relationship between other races has always been complicated, such as the relationship between dwarves and elves, and the feud between the two races has been heard of even by the most ordinary human peasant.

But what few people know is that the discord between them is not due to the wide gap between the two races, but on the contrary, the conflict between the dwarves and the elves is often the biggest common denominator that both sides have - stubbornness.

The contradiction between the dwarves and the elves is not any ethnic hatred or conflict of interest, the two races have a huge gap in terms of where they live or their needs, and the reason why they will quarrel wherever they meet, so that the entire human society has this impression of them, the main reason is that this is the same arrogant and stubborn nostrils to look at people, coupled with that completely opposite thinking circuit.

- Henry sighed, holding his forehead. Mira stood beside him and looked up at the side of her teacher's face, a little unsure of what was going on.

The group was now in the dwarven blacksmith's blacksmith's blacksmith's shop, and the onlookers had dispersed to go about their business when they could no longer see the excitement, so the only ones who remained here were the two humans, including Henry and Mira, who watched as a dwarf and an elf continued to talk in a language they did not understand.

-- There are several lingua franca of the human world, the languages of the west coast are confined to a small area, and the common lingua franca of the west, east, and south is the more ancient Lamanite. The uneducated Solatins have been exporting mercenaries to this area for many years, and a mixture of Solatin's native dialect, the lingua franca of the West Coast, and the Lamanite language has been born, and anyone who speaks this strange-sounding grammar and basically has no grammar can tell where it came from just by looking at it.

However, the language spoken between elves and dwarves does not belong to any of the above.

They speak of the Neoarchaic, a magical language that is often referred to as the "Wizard's Language" in human society, but it is not only a language that must be learned by wizards, but also by elemental magicians and even some scholars. A small number of merchants and aristocrats will, as the language can almost be considered a true "lingua franca of Riga" - it is used in all other ethnic exchanges.

- How did all this happen, Mira couldn't figure out.

The only thing she knew was that the two men had been arguing for a long time in a language she didn't understand, so that the side couldn't go to the used bookstore to sell the books as she wished, and then her teacher got off the horse and said something in that language, and the two looked at this side, and then dragged them to the blacksmith shop and continued to quarrel.

"......" Mira didn't know the elf or the dwarf, and she didn't know the language, so the questioning eyes naturally turned to Henry—the sage looked helpless, and for some reason Mira suddenly felt like an elder watching a child arguing—even though she should have never seen such a look.

"To summarize it to you, both of them felt that they were right, and then neither could convince the other. There was no end to the quarrel between one topic and the other, and then they both realized that if they didn't go on like this, they would cause trouble for others, but they couldn't help it, and then I opened my mouth at this time, and they brought me in as a 'referee'......" Henry said, and Mira rolled her eyes at him: "So you only opened your mouth when you knew." ”

"But if I don't open my mouth, they can stand there at the intersection and argue all day, Mira. Henry shrugged, and Mira turned her head to look at the two on the other side, and sighed with that helpless expression on her own.

"The highly developed elves and skilled dwarves are described in various books, and they are so naï......ve," she sighed, and then suddenly she noticed that the quarrel had stopped, and Mira looked up in confusion to see that both of them were looking at her, and the girl immediately realized something, and turned her head to look at Henry again.

The sage nodded, then shrugged his shoulders and smiled evilly: "After all, in human society, they quarrel and don't speak human language, it doesn't mean they don't understand, I'll leave it to you." Henry, who was obviously intent on throwing the problem at her, turned around and ran to the back and pretended to sort out the books and other supplies for sale, while the elves in fancy clothes and the dwarves in overalls forced themselves to stand in front of Mira.

The young elf woman was not very tall, and the dwarf was even more so, so the cold eyes that were flush and questioning from the bottom to the top fell directly on the girl, making her feel a little weak - but Mira then thought about it, no, she was on the side of reason, why was she frightened by them.

She stared straight back at those sparkling eyes, and the three of them stared at each other for a few moments, until the young elven woman finally took a breath and relaxed.

The unhesitating glorification of the elves in the books that Henry bought her for her in the few words of the aliens was finally revealed at this point, and her beautiful countenance was matched with a sigh in this life, and her demeanor was more generous than many human ladies had - as if realizing the fact that she was indeed wrong, the elven woman took a step back, and then nodded slightly, as if apologizing to Mira.

It was obviously not in her personality to open her mouth to say sorry or something like that, but being able to take a step back without holding on to it did prove the fact that the other person was superior - Mira looked at the dwarf on her right again, and the other party scratched his beard and messed up his cheeks, and there was a feeling of embarrassment on his dark face.

"I'm sorry, little human girl, I shouldn't have glared at you. Apparently aware of the fact that Mira did not understand the new archaic, he spoke in a fairly fluent Lamanite language - Mira did not really understand Lamanite, but Sivalier, another language she had learned in the course of her book knowledge, had many words in common and could barely understand the words.

"Smack-" Behind him, Henry seemed to finish arranging the two backpacks he had unloaded from his horse, and he got up again and walked towards him.

"So, can you speak in the language of the West Coast, or at least in West Valiya, because she doesn't understand the rest. The sage said in a fluent neo-archaic language, and the dwarf glanced him up and down, while the elf behind him was silent with his arm folded.

"Okay. He replied, then held out his hand to the two of them, "I'm Mike, and this is Agatha—"

Mira and Henry shook hands with the dwarf, while the elf behind them continued to hold their arms and only nodded at them. Mike, whose hair and beard were messy and his face was covered in coal marks, went on to tell the story of how it all came to be - it turned out that he and Agatha didn't actually quarrel when they met out of nowhere, and as a dwarven craftsman, Mike naturally needed all kinds of materials. Better than a human blacksmith, he is not only an ordinary weapon, but can also forge magical weapons, and as a race recognized as good at magic, the elven-born Agatha naturally became the source of some of his magic materials.

In other words, the two were not rivals, but rather the cooperation of suppliers and craftsmen, and the closeness of friends in private—when Mira heard this, she turned her head to look at Henry, and then at the elf, and it was clear that with the cold nature of the elves, they must have been friends or something like that. This may be the reason why the sage threw the question at her and did not speak rashly before, after all, Mira's small girlish appearance could not be angry with her, and Henry was not necessarily.

Returning to the original words, the dwarf Mike continued, "This time we quarreled because a hunting mercenary had offered us an order to build a weapon with a fire enchantment etched and inlaid with fire crystals to set the attack department on fire. ”

"My vision is to make a greatsword, and Agatha is ...... Usually the magic part is in charge of her, and she refused to do it this time, so-" "That's not my problem, Maxstone****** you didn't explain it at all when you asked me to bring the magic stone, the surface processing area of a big sword and a small sword are two different things, and the effect of magic will be too weak to spread out at such a small cost. ”

The question seemed to touch Agatha's scales again, and she shouted at Mike from behind, as if Henry and Mira were not there in her eyes, and the elven woman continued to shout in the new old language—Henry had to whisper to Mira to give her some insight into the situation.

"However, what the client asks for is not how good the magic is, what he needs is a greatsword of fire magic for hunting......" The bearded dwarf turned his head to explain again, while the elven woman turned her face with a look of "I don't listen, I won't listen".

"Damn it, when will you get rid of this waywardness! Clients need to customize it like that, don't do it as you want!" The hot-tempered dwarf is obviously not a calm master, he scolded and scolded, the first half of the sentence was still the lingua franca, and then he changed back to the new ancient language, and a new round of quarrels started again, Henry glanced at Mila and wanted her to take this opportunity to slip away together, the white-haired Luoan girl nodded, but the next second the two who quarreled changed back to the lingua franca again, and the direction of the voice was obviously them-

"Well said, since you think you have the ability to break away from me and open a shop of your own. Then divide it into a period of time, you also do a handful and I will do a handful to see who does a good job, and the evaluation will be done by the little brother and the little girl over there-"

The dwarf said, and the elf girl threw down a sentence without looking back, shook the door and strode out: "Hmph, then we'll see." ”

She walked away, and Henry, who was in trouble again, sighed helplessly: "That ......" He was about to speak, but Mike picked up a long cigarette holder from the table next to him and interrupted him without looking at it: "Don't say that you don't have the ability to judge magic weapons and the like, there are not many people who know new and ancient languages, and you are carrying such a big sword that is obviously not something ordinary people can have." ”

"And that magic fluctuation, little brother, your identity is not simple......" Mike stuffed a lot of tobacco into the cigarette holder with his dirty fingers, and then put it into the stove from a twig to light it, burned the tobacco, shook his hand to let it out, and then took a deep breath, and then sighed after exhaling.

"I've known her since she was a little girl, and it's been two or three hundred years now. I don't mean I hate her, I love this child, but her temperament and pride are the same as those of other elves, and she is never allowed to be denied by others, and she always follows her own way. ”

"She's one of those old stubborns who is more open-minded, and she also wants to make contact with humans, so she followed me out to do something, but this temperament has frustrated her everywhere, so she hasn't been able to make a name for herself yet. ”

"If she really wants to prove that she has advanced enough to get rid of my old bones, forget it, but she is not, she just wants to prove that she has always been perfect, how can she do good things with this kind of temperament, alas, ......"

"Although the life span of dwarves is longer than that of humans, it is only about four hundred years old, and it is not enough compared to elves after all, after I leave, who will take care of this awkward and hard-talking guy......"

Rings of smoke were spit out with some words, and Mira and Henry looked at each other, but neither spoke. (To be continued.) )