Let's refocus our attention on Siegel, who has been in the library for fifteen days. Under the records of his quill pen, there was already a thick stack of materials. He discovers interesting clues about the dragon on the cliff and later a mage. These are the legends that Elliint mentions, but there is a lot of evidence to prove that this is not groundless. In addition to this, some local ballads were also found with some descriptions of the monsters near the Dragon and Lion Cliff. There must be all sorts of exaggerations in the ballad to scare disobedient children, but there are repeated references to invulnerable dark monsters that can pass through walls and suck the souls of the living. Siegel was so intrigued by this that he decided to dig deeper.

In the library, the working dwarves have known for a long time that there is such a human who reads books here every day. This was a very rare sight, so the matter was passed from one member to another among the librarians, and eventually to the ears of the curator.

Even by dwarven standards, Curator Monka Petty is very old. In the course of his long life, he had rarely heard of such a thing -- that a young human lad was so engrossed in his reading that he decided to come down and see for himself. The entire library was his domain, and with the help of a few runic items, he could silently approach every reader without alerting them. The curator picked up a notebook and flipped through it quickly and carefully, the more he looked at it, the more surprised he became. Through the text here, he can seriously feel that there is a hidden clue inside, the result of bold imagination and rational reasoning. Good researchers are able to make sound inferences from history, and the best researchers dare to make bold imaginations. Seeing the hunting heart, the curator showed his figure and came to the opposite side of Siegel. He took advantage of the young man's rest and stopped him: "Can the child listen to me?"

The boy looked up, and with the help of the light of the unquenchable flame, he noticed the dwarf on the other side. It was a kind old man, and it was easy to see that he had gone through countless years. His skin was wrinkled and covered with age spots, his nose and face drooped, and his shriveled scalp was hairless. Even though he has been watering it with beer all year round, all that remains of his chin is sparse stubble. Although this description is a bit disrespectful and ridiculous, for Siegel, it is the oldest potato he has ever seen. The years have left countless scars on this old man's body, but they have also given him a quality that no one else can have, a pair of piercing eyes full of insight.

"What is the old man, please say? ”

The old dwarf made a shushing gesture with his index finger to his mouth, and he motioned for Siegel to take his notes and come to the curator's office. After closing the door here, it will not affect other people's reading. The old man motioned for Siegel to sit down, and then put himself down in a large soft chair and made a comfortable **. His servant poured two glasses of wine so that the two could continue their conversation.

"I see you sorting out the information on the Dragon and Lion Cliff, kid, it must be that trouble-making little ghost from the Diamond Family who asked you to come! Don't look at me strangely, know that my duty is to record everything around me, and this has become instinct. Even though I'm old and sometimes can't write a lot, my eyes are still bright and my ears are not deaf. Your story has been recorded in history since you became a Champion of the Summit, so it's not surprising that I know that you have a good relationship with the Diamond Family. ”

Siegel looked at him with a puzzled look and said, "I didn't expect me to be so concerned. ”

"Yes, little ghost, the benefits of reaching the top of the brave are not limited to this, you will slowly learn in the future. The old man said slowly, his eyes sinking into memories: "I still remember that 5 years ago, the diamond ghost once came to me to ask some questions, and asked me to personally help him check the information." In the end, he spent 3,000 gold coins to buy 3 characters, which are called lunar eclipse days. The old man blinked and said a little mischievously, "I'm sure you'll be going again soon!"

Siegel didn't say anything, just took a sip from his cup to avoid answering the question.

"Very well, little ghost, it seems that you are a person who can control your own mouth, can I expect you to continue to maintain this quality?

"Sir, I have promised to help inquire about some information, but the task is not yet complete......

"This is good for you, and I promise it won't delay Irling's adventure. ”

Siegel shook his head and politely refused, "Sir, I can't promise you now. I'm going to keep my previous promise and complete my current tasks first. ”

The curator shook his head, but there was no expression of disappointment. He stood up, opened the door with his own hands, and then stood by the door and said, "All right, young man, don't let me, an old man, delay your time, and go and get busy." As Siegel left the room, the curator grabbed him by the arm and said, "Don't forget to come and see me when you're free." ”

That night, Siegel told Irint about it. The dwarf was astonished, and inquired carefully about what had happened, thinking about every line of dialogue that had taken place, and then said to Siegel, "You are right that you did not promise him." The Longevity Monka is an important member of the Peti Dwarves, the Short-footed Dwarf clan, and also has some influence throughout Mora. Since the short-footed dwarves did not climb the ladder of the pinnacle back then, they are not the leading clan, but they have been pursuing this leadership position. According to some sources, Munka is working on how to make dwarves have mages in order to increase their clan's influence. This radical idea worries many dwarves. You're right that you didn't mix with them. ”

"He looks like a good guy, I feel that way. ”

"Yes, that's right. Erin nodded, "The Curator is indeed a good man, and he saved my life on the battlefield. I remember that during the Battle of the Great Northern River, the Peti dwarves fought side by side next to our Jewel Clan, and their mission was to cover the flanks, but as a result, they directly faced the onslaught of the hill giants, and suffered very heavy battle losses and heavy casualties. And limited by military orders, we cannot provide support to them, and must sacrifice them to keep attacking forward. The long-lived Monka has been on the battlefield, stabilizing the front in the center of the military formation, so as to ensure that our flanks are not lost. But one of his sons and two grandsons died in battle. The battle was later won, but it also caused a rift between the two clans. They have always felt that our Gem Family is deliberately weakening their power and that it is a conspiracy to rule the clan, and I can only assure you that we have no intention of doing so. But history has no ifs, and the scars are difficult to repair."

"Wouldn't it be nice to clear up the misunderstanding? Siegel asked, a little confused.

Yes, everybody understands that, but a lot of times history is revisited for something other than history – for profit. We've been at a standout lately with the Petty family, who support the Westwalkers to challenge the ruling class. I am afraid that such a radical approach will cause displeasure among the dwarven patrons and bring about a crisis of division. Ellint paused for a moment, drank the ale in his hand, and then seemed to have the strength to say, "Okay boy, I'm already a little too much, go and rest! Remember, you can go to the library in the future, and it only takes half a day. Come back every day at noon, and I'm going to spend the afternoon training for you. ”

Siegel's eyes lit up, his frostbite had long been cured, and he wanted to move his muscles and bones. "Is it to learn the martial arts of the dwarves? Master Leah once told me that I borrowed the martial arts of the dwarves to train my strength. ”

"It's not just about strength, boy, you'll know in the afternoon. ”

The next afternoon, when he walked into the training ground, Siegel was almost stunned, he had expected it to be a one-on-one training session between him and Elinte, but he didn't expect that there were many dwarven children around, and he counted 12. The children were all dressed in iron armor, helmets, wooden shields, and one hand held high, a wooden stick with a cloth bag tied to it, which shook off white dust as their arms swayed.

Erint stood by the training ground for a long time, Siegel in her hand. He said with some excitement: "Come on kid, this is your training: put down all the twelve cubs! But if you have white marks on your face and crotch, even if you fail, if you have more than five white marks on your body and limbs, you will also fail!" The dwarf threw a wooden shield and a wooden scimitar to the ground, and then said: "Pick up your equipment, let me see the basics you learned from Bill, as well as the sword skills and steps you learned from the elves, how far you can go?"

Siegel picked up his weapon, and as soon as he tied his shield to his hand, the twelve dwarfs pounced. They shouted and waved their sticks like twelve raging boars. The dwarves think this is the most fun game, usually they all fight each other, but this time they can actually join forces to deal with an outsider, so the little ones are the same enemy, and everyone is vying for the first.

Siegel hurriedly retreated, using his light steps to dodge several of the most dangerous attacks. He tried to lengthen the formation and facilitate a one-on-one situation, but there was simply not enough space at the training ground. He only took five steps back before he realized that his back was already attached to the wall. Siegel had an idea, kicked the wall and jumped over, using the elven knife and height to knock over the first dwarf, and then kicked the second opponent. But dwarves are naturally stable and tough, and the dwarfs are only slightly crooked, but Siegel has lost his center of gravity a little. Then a stick was whipped up his nose, and a cloud of white ash hit his head and face.

"It's a nice first failure, and you can actually put down one, you're really an eye-opener for me. The dwarf pinched his waist, and his beard shook with anger.

Siegel felt ashamed, he didn't expect such an outcome. He wiped his face clean, quickly recuperated, and asked for another attempt.