The dwarven craftsman, Fojar Wilham, was once an outlier among the dwarves, and this guy is not afraid of heaven and earth.

As we all know, there are two most important cultural traditions of the dwarven people.

The first is the strong sense of collectivity that collectivism brings. The traditions held dear to the dwarves and the virtues that guided them were deeply rooted in a rich culture, which brought the dwarves together through family, public, and religious ties to evolve into a heavily branded clan society.

The second is the stubbornness and stubbornness that comes with conservatism, although this also means loyalty, reliability, and affection.

Both cultures gave rise to the dwarven race, which was very conservative in character and technology.

On the one hand, dwarves are social animals, and from birth, dwarves have to get used to sleeping in a room with a group of people, whether they are eating or bathing, there are others present, there is no privacy at all, and dwarves are also accustomed to it.

On the other hand, this lack of private space makes dwarves attach great importance to their own privacy, especially their inner privacy, in their interpersonal interactions.

Before a dwarf is willing to open up to others, it may take decades of contact and interaction before the dwarf will not express their thoughts easily, they may occasionally agree with their opinions, but they will not comment on the opinions that are contrary to their own thoughts, ask is fine, do not cooperate, and ask again or have no opinion, which makes people confused.

The combination of two strong racial imprints is technological conservatism, the dwarves are unwilling to innovate and progress, and they would rather drown in the "wisdom of their ancestors" than advance.

The biggest opponent of this is the dwarven god king Moradin, who has always encouraged dwarves to innovate and encourage technological progress, and for this reason she has sent avatars to the dwarven realm many times to urge and reward them for new research.

Fogjar Wilham is a dwarven artisan who is less interested in dwarven traditional culture.

As the dwarven craftsman who invented the "Master Cracking Rune", this is not the first time he has met the Dwarven God King, and the last time the Moradin avatar praised him, telling him that you are the hope of the dwarves' future.

As a result, Fojar was empty-sighted.

The young dwarves are proud and stubborn, think highly of themselves, and do not take others seriously.

I'm a child of the Father!

I am the object of the Father's approval!

Other craftsmen have no gold content, but Fogjar Wilham has a lot of gold content!

Now, all the pride of Fojar was completely shattered by the ritual of the dwarven god-king Moradin.

Because of him, the dignified dwarven god-king actually saluted a human.

For the sake of the future of the dwarves, the dignified dwarven god king lowered his figure and looked so humble.

"No~No, Father!"

With tears in his reddened eyes, the stubborn dwarf finally couldn't control his emotions, and a complex emotion mixed with shame, sadness, and gratitude made him get up from the ground, slid a few steps from the ground with his hands and feet, and knelt directly in front of Aaron.

"I'm sorry!" The dwarven craftsman's head slammed against the solid stone floor, and there was a grunt.

The stone ground was directly knocked out by him!

"I'm sorry, Lord Aaron Salian!"

The second apology followed the first, the dwarven craftsman gritted his teeth and prostrated again, he repeated Aaron's name, and large tears slipped from his eye sockets and dripped onto the cracked stone slab.

"It's me who is wrong, it's me who wants to take advantage of you, it's my fault!"

"I apologize!"

"I beg your pardon!"

The third kowtow.

Syllable~

There were already dark red marks on the slate.

After saying these three words, the dwarven craftsman seemed to have exhausted all his strength, and he could not control himself from crying bitterly, and collapsed on the cold floor.

Drops of hot tears slipped down, symbolizing the arrival of winter.

With his hands behind his back, Aaron calmly accepted the etiquette of the dwarven craftsman, and nodded slightly in his heart.

That's what I want.

Dwarven craftsmen themselves are a particularly scarce resource, especially rune craftsmen like Fojar, he is excellent, he is enterprising, he is young, and his future is full of possibilities.

And most importantly, Fojar has a rebellion rarely seen in dwarves, he likes to accept new technologies, accept new ideas, and use his brains on the ruins of the snake man empire is the best proof of this.

Aaron is not a craftsman.

Aaron, on the other hand, possessed the knowledge and skills of the four gods of Chaos, and he needed such a skilled craftsman to help him, and he could not allow Fujar to continue with this complacent and greedy mentality.

Lord Viscount shifted his gaze to the dwarven god king Moradin, who had just apologized and nodded his head with a relieved expression after seeing that Fujar had finally admitted his mistake.

Some inexplicable emotions rose in Aaron's heart.

Create dwarves, prosper dwarves, inspire dwarves, bend for dwarves, great Moladin, great soul forger, almighty father and creator, you are worthy of the name of dwarf father!

Having a god like you is a dwarf's luck, and it is the greatest luck of the Shiyi clan.

For a moment, Aaron suddenly felt some reaction to the Nurgle power in his body, but when he shifted his attention to the Nurgle power, the brief response had disappeared, and the divine spark of the loving father was still closed.

"Aaron, my child." At this time, Su Lun spoke.

The Silver Madonna had been moved to tears by the actions of Moradin and Fogjar at this time, she reached out and gently wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, held Aaron, and shook his body slightly, expressing her excitement and emotion.

What a beautiful father-son relationship, what a touching timely repentance.

Suren had already been moved, and her attitude towards the matter had now changed from fully supporting Aaron to hoping that Aaron would accept Fujar's apology and accept Moradin's contract.

The funny goddess has changed her mind, she has always been so emotional.

"Accept his apology, my child~"

Aaron was shaken slightly, and he felt the back of his head hit back and forth by two balls of cotton, making his head dizzy.

However, Su Lun understood what he meant, and the Silver Mother wanted him to accept it when he saw it.

"Knowing what is wrong is the best virtue that distinguishes us from the demons of the abyss, Mr. Fojar." Aaron bent down and held up the dwarven craftsman who was still crying bitterly with both hands, and he comforted the dwarf in a gentle voice: "Desire for progress, desire for change always requires courage, accidents can bring miracles, we will bravely challenge the unknown, if life does not stop, progress will never stop!" ”

"I accept your apology, Monsieur Fojar, and I hope you will take this as a warning."

Aaron lifted the lost dwarf up: "Desire is the ladder of progress, desire is also the beginning of the fall, we have to control desire, not be controlled by desire." ”

"Thank you...... Thank you......" Fujar's face was full of tears, and blood slipped from his head, he glanced at Aaron ashamedly, and immediately reflexively hid behind Moradin's cloak: "Woo woo, Father, I'm sorry, it's all because of me!" ”

"Woo woo woo~" The dwarf cried very sadly, crying like a child: "Father! ”

"Aha~" Moradin laughed happily, and the dwarf god-king patted Fogjar's head and looked at Aaron again: "How is it?" Young man, can we sign a contract? ”

"Of course." Aaron nodded, smiling as well.

It was a contract that was satisfactory to both parties.

Aaron was satisfied, he was given important resources and an unbreakable agreement, and he henceforth took the dwarf line, solved the most troublesome problem of monetizing chaos technology in the future, solved the problem of building a castle in the future, and received a thunder spell from Moradin.

The dwarf god king is also very satisfied, the dwarves already control the best forging ore essence gold veins in the kingdom, what they need most is the forging technology that can be compared with the elven empire, now the highest ore + the best forging steel technology, Moradin is already looking forward to a brilliant technological innovation.

This is a great revival for the dwarves!

And Aaron's asking price was not too high, and Moradin was already ready for heavy bleeding.

Aaron, the dwarven god-king's joy, also felt it, and he could probably understand why.

In fact, Aaron also knew in his heart that if he insisted, Moradin would definitely be willing to pay a greater price.

There is no need.

Good cooperation must be equal and satisfactory cooperation between both parties, so it is called win-win cooperation, Aaron can blackmail the dwarves fiercely today, even if Moradin is very dissatisfied, considering the interests of the dwarves may agree, but doing so is equivalent to planting a time bomb for future cooperation, the dwarf god king will not deny the contract, but the dwarves under his command have opinions to give Aaron a little work, do some small actions, and do addition and subtraction is absolutely indispensable.

The realization of chaotic technology in the future depends on these dwarves.

Since there was no disagreement on either side, the dwarven god king Moradin immediately began to chant a spell and call for the contract oracle.

From the oldest primordial covenants to the more recent deeds of cooperation, contracts signed between the gods are often preserved in written form and serve as evidence of future disputes between them.

The oldest primordial contract is a contract that witnessed the strongest angel (corrupted) Asmodeirs proposing the ancient gods to establish the "Nine Hells", when the contract was signed, the dwarf god King Moradin was present, and the gods at that time listened to Asmodeirs' nonsense and created the Nine Hells for Asmodeirs, they refused to make Asmodeus a god, but allowed him to become the Lord of the Nine Hells.

To this day, the Primordial Contract is still valid and always in operation, and the Lord of the Nine Prisons, despite his treacherous and viciousness, has faithfully fulfilled his duty to block the demons of the Bottomless Abyss, and similarly, although the gods have hated the deception and corruption brought to the mortal world by the Nine Prisons, it is not good to directly violate the Primordial Contract.

Therefore, when neutral and good gods such as Loshanda, the Lord of Dawn, launched holy wars again and again to completely destroy the Lord of the Nine Hells, this is the reason why the gods of justice and Moradin are always silent - they are gods of order, and they will not and cannot violate the "primordial contract".

As Moradin chanted the incantation, the two contract envoys landed on the ground in a light that fell from the sky.

One of them was a golden winged celestial giant, carrying a stone tablet engraved with a large number of celestial languages on his shoulder, and a dossier in hand, ready to flip through the rules laid down by the primeval gods on it.

One was an angel with a black ribbon on his face and a white-gold scale, with long blond hair, a thin robe like that of ancient Greece, a great sword at his waist, and a golden halo hanging over the back of his head.

"Who's calling for the contract?" The Celestial Giant shouted first.

"Who's hungry for notarization?" The blindfolded angel then said.

"Who is it?" The two oracles spoke in unison.

"It's me." Moradin wiped away the smile on his face, the dwarven god-king was not happy to see these two oracles, perhaps remembering the past in ancient times, remembering the debate about the Lord of the Nine Hells, a group of true gods being played with by an evil in the midst of applause: "Moradin." ”

"Your Excellency the Mighty Divine Power?!" Both contract envoys were shocked.

Moradin didn't bother to tell them more, so the Dwarven God-King simply explained his deal with Aaron Salian in Dwarven language, and asked the contract envoy to notarize it, and write the contract signed by both parties for filing, and use it as evidence if there is a dispute in the future.

But after Moradin finished speaking, the two contract gods told you to look at me, and I looked at you, and no one dared to agree.

The god king of the dwarves actually signed a contract of equality and mutual assistance with a mortal?

This is the first time they have encountered such a thing in their thousands of years of service!

They're not dreaming, are they?

The blindfolded angel noticed that the Silver Virgin Suren was also there: "Your Excellency the Silver Virgin? Do you? ”

"No~" Su Lun shook her head, she understood the meaning of the contract envoy, and categorically refused, while happily holding Aaron in her arms: "I'm just a witness." ”

My child, it's all your fault, how can I rob you of it?

It's all yours, and all this glory belongs to you.

My baby~~

Suren gently rubbed Aaron's body, and his hands wrapped in long white silk gloves ran around Aaron's head, messing up his hair.

Suren Mama! Aaron grumbled inwardly.

It's too close! It's too tight!

You're squeezing me like this, I'm going to bully Eleanor, I'm serious!

Another Celestial Giant searched the stone tablet for a long time, rummaging through the file, but he couldn't find the corresponding terms, so he had to say to Moradin: "Your Excellency the Great Divine Power, we don't have this authority......"

"I know you don't!" The dwarven god-king roared, "Call Heim, he has, now, now!" ”

"Yes!"

The two contract envoys immediately turned into light and disappeared, leaving nothing behind.

In the blink of an eye, another tall giant descended, about 9 feet tall, wearing full-body armor and a helmet that covered his face, and his armor and weapons were densely scarred and chipped, like a sergeant major who had just retired from the battlefield.

Seeing this giant appear, the Silver Holy Mother Suren snorted coldly and turned her eyes away, as if she had seen something dirty.

Aaron knew that this giant should be the god of protection, Haim, the eternal vigilant guard, the guardian of the origin, the maintainer of order, the "dogleg" of the gods (the words of the war mage), and the "culprit" of the fall of the second generation of the goddess of magic (Suren).

Suren clearly hated Haim and didn't even want to say a word to her.

Heim was equally reticent, and the god of the guardian cherished his words, and after simply asking Moradin a few words, he immediately drew up a sacred pact according to Moradin's request.

"Once confirmed, you can sign it."

The deity-glittering contract was placed in duplicate in front of Moradin and Aaron, and both parties signed it, exchanged it, and signed it again.

The Spiral Chain connects the Dwarven Lord God and the Children of Chaos.

Under the notarization of the god of protection, Heim, the contract signed between the mortal and the god was declared.

"Happy working together!"

"Happy working together!"

Aaron shook Moradin's hand.

This unique contract also spread to every god who was eligible to sit in the High Council of Gods of the Kingdom with Heim's return to the Polestar Tent Pantheon!

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