"These greedy, stubborn, brainless dwarves!" Leah cried out in an elven tone. Fortunately, only Siegel could understand this urgent and fast elven language, so he didn't cause more trouble. The two of them were very helpless, and they didn't dare to spend the last money in this place, so they could only reluctantly register and get the license and walk to the end of the line.

The two of them had already attracted the attention of the mercenaries when they passed by just now, so they attracted even more attention when they walked back again. "Yo, it turns out that this beauty can't afford to cut the queue fee?

Leah knew the faces of these idle mercenaries, and the more she bothered them, the more excited they became. So the elves didn't even look at them, they just put their hands on the hilt of their knives, not like a character to be messed with. Siegel looks youthful and provocative. So a few mercenaries told excessive jokes and teased the relationship between Siegel and the elves. They believed that Siegel's young, athletic physique was only useful in bed.

"It's rare to even have such thick fingers!" they concluded.

Growing up among seafarers, Siegel has seen a lot of dirty bastards, and has been insulted, but he never forgives those who humiliate those he loves, such as the old captain and the elven master. He had learned some swear from the seamen, and he could have retorted, but he was reluctant to swear in front of Leah, lest he make a bad impression on her. So in Siegel's opinion, there was only one option left to deal with this kind of guy - he clenched his fists tightly.

Leah grabbed him and advised, "Don't bother with this garbage, lest you get your hands dirty." ”

"But we're going to have to wait in line here for a long time, and we're going to be harassed by this crowd all the time!" Siegel said.

Leah blinked, and Siegel's words made a lot of sense. She then let go of her hand, untied the young man's backpack, and patted him on the shoulder and encouraged, "Fight well." ”

With a few taps of her hand, Leah gave her a sneaky look and cast a natural blessing that allowed Siegel's power to grow. Siegel also noticed this and became more confident. He stood opposite the mercenaries, hooked his fingers, and said defiantly: "Come on the one with the most smelly mouth." ”

A large group of people gathered around, and they consciously formed a circle. The mercenaries are human spirits, so they don't risk being hurt just for the sake of lip service - only gold and more gold can motivate them to act. So the whole thing is to open a gambling game. They can bet on winning or losing, on time, on whose clothes will be ripped first, on everything they can bet on. The winner takes all, the loser pays all, the dealer rakes the money, and the boxer pays dividends - this is already a rule.

Siegel took off his shirt to reveal his lean muscles, which made his odds drop a bit. The guy across from him frowned, and he didn't seem to expect this young man to be so physically fit. He jumped into the circle, moved his hands and feet, and pretended to say a few words, but in order to grab the first move, he pounced directly.

"Oh, damn it, there's no bet yet!" shouted someone nearby.

Siegel had been wary of this move for a long time, and he rushed forward without even the slightest hesitation. The man's action was unexpected—before he could get to the position he had envisioned, Siegel had already punched him.

The punch hit the bridge of the nose, and the blood gushed out, and Venus rushed straight out. The man's eyes were pressed towards the middle, his eyelids rolled up, and he fell directly to the ground. The surrounding gamblers shouted: "Where did the rookie come from? Who would hire such parallel goods?"

Before the banker's money was registered, it was divided again. If there are the sharpest eyes and fastest hands and feet on the whole field, it is actually these guys.

"You were still out of the way just now, don't hide in the back!" Siegel pointed to the next one and said, "Everyone is waiting!"

Those who watched the excitement also shouted in unison: "Wait!"

Leah was stunned, it was the first time she had watched such a gamble in person, and she just thought it was very enjoyable. In the past, she served mainly in elven patrols, and rarely worked among human mercenaries. And the few times he went out on adventures, it was Sir Bill who took care of everything. She had only heard that Sir would often teach the thieves a lesson with the dwarves, and sometimes go to the casino to fight. Perhaps, she thought, it was like Siegel now.

The second man was dark and tall, but not strong, which made his odds skyrocket. However, the bookmakers offered the option of "the young man wins with a few punches", which attracted the pursuit of gamblers.

What no one expected was that the big black man kicked his legs to attack as soon as he got on it, hitting fast and far. Siegel tried to get close several times, but was forced out of the way by the long legs. The onlookers cheered loudly, especially the gamblers who won with Siegel's high punch or the big black upset, and shouted excitedly.

Another leg flew in, Siegel took a sharp breath, leaned on his body to take a hard blow, and then hurriedly clamped his arms around the long leg. When he got the chance to get close to his enemy, he spun and punched the man in the abdomen. The fists strengthened by the elven master's divine skills were as powerful as a hammer, and the flesh and blood were unbearable. The big black man only took a few hits before shouting, "Surrender!"

Siegel did not let go of him, but continued to threaten with his fists until he apologized to the elf. In this way, he won the second race.

There were also two unclean-mouthed fellows who had not been taught, and Siegel stared at them closely. These two people saw that the situation was not good, and they did not want to be beaten up. In particular, the defeated fighters are not paid at all - unless the gamblers who win are expected to get some "consolation money" - in which case they don't want to be beaten for nothing.

Seeing that neither of them would end up, the gamblers were reluctant. They cursed and spat and added the titles of 'coward' and 'softie' in an attempt to provoke them.

But this competition didn't start after all, and the two of them figured out their situation and hurriedly came out to apologize. Originally, the gamblers also hoped that Siegel would continue to be young and vigorous, and continue to make trouble, so that they would have a chance to force out the masters of the mercenary group where the two men were located. However, Siegel handled the matter like a knight and ended it after accepting an apology.

He also successfully received a dividend of six gold coins.

"Good, you're doing a good job. Leah complimented, "In addition to martial arts, you are also learning from Bill in the way you behave, which will help you go further in the future." ”

After a period of revelry, the bored mercenaries have a new conversation point to talk about, and they can be honest for a while. Siegel paced slowly forward with the long line, and it wasn't until five hours later that they were able to pass through the gate. The two handed in the sign and rode up the hill.

The Top of Mora is the second highest mountain in the New World, and legend has it that someone fell from the summit, and his body rolled down to the bottom of the mountain two days later. In order to conquer this high mountain, it took countless dwarven craftsmen a full hundred years to dig the mountain road and gate, and then another two hundred years to build the outer cave, and then the construction of this place began to take shape. It is said that the construction of the top of Mora never stopped, digging deeper and deeper into the ground. There is a saying that even the dwarves themselves do not know how huge the overall amount of work is.

At first, the slope is gentle, and at intervals there are stones buried and paved with earth, which is called the Ring Trail. In addition, there is a steep stone staircase on the mountain, and it is said that after the first dwarves came to the top of Mora, the gods descended and laid a stone staircase for the leaders of the seven great clans, guiding them to the top of the mountain and taking a look at the treasures contained here. Only three chieftains managed to climb the ladder, and at the top of the mountain they were blessed by the dwarven gods, so they were called the Three Ascending Clans. Then they returned, described to the other dwarves the majesty and richness of the mountain, united the expedition, and built the top of Mora. This stone staircase path is known as the Path to Heaven and is only accessible to the most courageous dwarves, with no other power than courage and flesh taking effect on the stone staircase. Later, many people tried to climb the stone ladder, and some of the dwarves succeeded, but there were only a handful of brave people of other races. When Siegel heard about it, he was eager to try it.

So Leah rode her horse, and Siegel climbed up the stone stairs. Passers-by applauded the young man, praising him for his agility like an ape. Several mercenaries tried to do the same, but were quickly defeated. They were able to outpace Siegel for a while, but none of them could win the endurance contest – the young man's physical resilience was gradually being revealed.

It takes a full five days to get from the bottom of the mountain to the entrance to the summit, and it is simply divided into five sections, with an inn in between, where you can take a break. There aren't many beds in the hostel, the food is monotonous, and it's ridiculously expensive. Experienced caravans would bring their own dry rations, park their cars on the side of the road, and simply gather together to rest. On a clear night, when it's not too dark, there will be people holding torches and slowly moving up the mountain. Siegel will join Leah at the end of each section, and the elf will use a spell to heal him. He gets a good night's sleep and then continues to climb.

The carts of the caravan could only reach the end of the second section, and any further up was not enough to allow the wagons to move forward. Here they would unload the goods, transport them to the third section in a cart, and then change to a flat pallet and continue upward.

It was a very arduous journey, not only the hard work of climbing the mountain, but also the thin air, the biting cold wind, and the snow-covered ground here were all fatal. Even if you look at the spectacular view of the snow-capped mountains for too long, you will be blinded. However, the dwarves did not dig the entrance and exit of the kingdom at the foot of the mountain, and all the goods could only be transported through the top of the mountain, and the huge transportation volume required enough manpower. The dwarves were greedy, but they were not stingy with good workers, so many landless people would come here to earn money by their strength, and sometimes even the farmers at the bottom of the mountain would go up the mountain during the idle season. Their images are easily recognizable: blindfolded in black veils, dressed in fur clothes, tightly wrapped hands and feet, splintered pieces of iron tied to the soles of their feet, and walking with a clattering sound.

The road was getting steeper and steeper, and the wind and snow were blowing. Leah told Siegel during her break that it was good to be summer and there was no blizzard. If you want to go to the top of Mora in winter, it is an extremely dangerous thing.

"But what if the dwarves need to trade goods in the winter? What do they eat?" asked Siegel.

"You may be mistaken, dwarves have always found food in burrows. Even if the snow covers the mountain, the tribes of Mora will not starve to death because of the poor roads. They may have hollowed out the entire mountain, and it was still far into the ground. The dwarves grew mushrooms in their burrows, collected moss, and raised chickens to feed pigs, lizards in captivity, and rampaging dogs. On top of that, they'll stock up on a lot of things in the fall, not all kinds of drinks. Their lives are comfortable. Maybe in tens of thousands of years, the dwarves will still be able to learn to hibernate!"

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