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Even after blessing the Human Shrinking Technique, the Frost Giant was two and a half meters tall. He almost scared the dwarf Hoffman out of his mind, because Hoffman knew the Frost Giant, and he knew that Bloom was the emperor of the tundra. Curt managed to convince Hoffman and the other dwarves to put down their tomahawks, and then made new demands.

"Fifty kilograms of mixed steel doped with secret silver, ten barrels of gunpowder of the highest quality. Make the mixed steel into the parts on these drawings...... Oh, by the way, I want a thousand of these pointed parts, how much does it cost?"

Hoffman squirted beer out of his nose and choked. He coughed frantically, his face flushed. Two minutes later, Hoffman was staring at Curt, looking like he wanted to pounce on him and choke him by the neck. Curt slowly took out the rolls of general bills of exchange and folded them in an orderly triangle.

"Stone above, you're definitely a bastard who deserves a thousand hammers. ”

Hoffman sat down, unable to tell whether he was happy or had a headache. Curt's order was staggering in sheer terms, and he could afford to pay for it. But the dwarven craftsmen who made the sniper rifles had already complained bitterly, and they strictly forbade Hoffman to send similar orders. The dwarves are keen to craft powerful magical items rather than delicate and difficult mixed steel parts.

"You're in the wrong place, Curt. ”

After a while, Hoffman spoke very awkwardly. He took a drink from the huge beer glass, and then said to the surprised Curt:

"Artisans don't want to make these knick-knacks, they're too laborious. ...... Well, I'll help you ask the elders and see if I can use other channels. You'll come back in a few weeks, and if the elders are willing to nod, I'll help you get all this out of a thousand hammers. ”

"Thank you. ”

Curt smiled and nodded, knowing that Hoffman had done his best. As Hoffman poured a second beer down his throat, Curt pulled out a magic ring and placed it on the table.

"A little care, it's my lobbying fee for you. This is a regeneration ring, and the ruby on it also provides a small amount of fire resistance. It heals the bruises and bruises you get on the job, and it also allows you to be more open when you hit a red-hot piece of iron. The life of a dwarf is a spark jumping on the anvil, and I hope your life can bloom more brilliantly. ”

Curt calmly explained, watching Hoffman play with the ring with his heart. Although Hofman, who came to his senses, wanted to refuse to accept the gift, he was eventually persuaded by Curt.

"I'm not asking you to make the elder nod his head, in fact, this little gift has nothing to do with work. We've fought side by side, Hoffman. The next time I'm going to go out, please help me lead the way with an advance payment. Well...... Be sure to remember to give me a 20% discount when the time comes. ”

"The stone is on it! I should have killed you before it was too late!"

Hoffman yelled happily, so happy that he couldn't choose what to say. He slammed the door out, stumbling and rolling out like a ball. Five minutes later, Hoffman returned with a large group of dwarves, each carrying at least a barrel of beer on their shoulders. They sang songs in praise of the god of forging, like a murderous army.

"Fuck these bastards who don't have long beards! Today Lao Tzu has a treat, don't want to leave the room if you don't spit out your intestines!"

Hoffman pointed to Curt, Cameron and Bloom behind Curt, and gave the order majestically. The dwarves cheered in unison and smashed open the beer kegs. Curt's face was a little pale, and he glanced back at Bloom just in time. So Bloom walked out of the room and regained his normal height as Curt snapped his fingers. The dwarves let out an exclamation as they watched as the hill-like Bloom sat down cross-legged, picked up a barrel of wine with two fingers, and poured it into his mouth.

"You deserve a thousand hammers—!!"

Hoffman wails in grief and makes the gesture of throwing Curt with the cup. Curt grinned and took out a handful of gold coins, and said gracefully:

"Friends have the righteousness of wealth, and this wine is mine. There is only one condition, and you are not allowed to force me. I'm a mage, and if my fingers tremble, I won't be able to cast a spell. ”

"Deal! No one is allowed to pour you, except Uncle Ben!"

Hoffman roared in surprise, then kicked away one of the dwarves, snatched the barrel and approached Curt.

The next day, escorted by twenty dwarves with their shoes behind their backs and their helmets crooked, Curt returned to the city of a thousand laws. The guards at the gates opened their mouths as they watched the dwarves say goodbye to Curt, and then crawled on their way home. Gordon, who had been waiting at the gates of the city, was in charge of working with Cameron to return the dwarves back to the pit so that nothing would happen to them. This was Curt's arrangement, and he intended to give Gordon and Cameron time to communicate privately, and Gordon would cement Cameron's loyalty.

In order to settle the frost giant Bloom, Curt went to find Gran once. He had a ready-made scroll of constant magic, and he only needed Gran's help to cast it to keep the human shrinkage spell on Bloom's body. Bloom, who was five meters tall, was full of wine and carried a large warhammer. So the inquisition hall sent several inquisition mages to follow Curt throughout the whole process, so as not to poke out any baskets.

Countless passers-by were watching Curt, including quite a few wandering mages. Just a few months ago, some wandering mages thought they could take down Curt and snatch the Black Tower into their hands. Today, everything has changed. Now the wandering mages only dare to curl up in the shadows, looking at Curt with envy, jealousy, and hatred.

"Live a casual life, and I don't have any mandatory requirements other than not to hurt others. When it's your turn to fight, I'll come to you. If you need food or wine, you can ask my apprentice for it. ”

Curt took Bloom, who had halved his height, to the fourth floor of the Black Tower, and commanded. There is a huge room specially built for Bloom, which Curt made especially for Bloom. Bloom nodded submissively, pleased with the hide-covered room. He had expected to live in an open-air tent, but Curt's generosity outweighed the Frost Giant's expectations.

After settling Bloom, Curt went to the eighth floor. He used a spell to destroy the stairs and seal the entrances and exits up and down. Anyway, Naza doesn't need to walk on his feet, and Bredo the Minotaur can also be fed through the window. Their existence is top secret for Curt, and Curt doesn't want a kid running around to come face to face with Naza one day.

Curt flicked the teleportation earrings and reached the enclosed ninth floor. Naza was meditating, while its minotaur servant sat in the distance. When Naza opened his pupilless eyes, Curt reached into his pocket and dragged out the corpse of the necromancer, Doyle. The corpse had been blessed with a spell used to embalm, which made the piercing appetite great.

"While alive, this mage was able to cast level seven spells. I can't make it to him, but I hope it will satisfy you. ”

Curt took two steps back and watched as Nazha eagerly stretched out his tentacles and lifted Doyle's skull to remove the gray matter inside. The gluttonous gesture of the spirit sucking monster was so hard to compliment that even Curt could see that his stomach was spasming, and the acid water was gushing down his throat. He waited patiently until Nazha finished eating, took out the handkerchief and wiped the tentacles clean one by one. Finally, Curt exhaled and said calmly:

"Please dispose of this corpse as if it had been blown off by a spell, or it will be difficult for me to explain it to the Council of a Thousand Laws. ”

"No problem, it's just a gesture. ”

The satisfied, Nazha lifted a freshly wiped tentacle and pointed at the corpse. The corpse's empty skull burst open, and a burst of electricity flowed through it. The treatment is clean and clean, and it can be said that it is just right. So Curt nodded slightly, and listened to Naza explain:

"In most cases, successful spell counters will send magical energy back to the enemy. And you can already use level 3 spells, including disarming spells. - Disarming magic can be used to counteract most spells, which is enough for you to use as a rhetoric. If you really want to do it, the probability of success is naturally very small, and the Council of Thousand Laws may not believe it. But I can give you a hint of what is going on. It can help you evade the lie detection spell, which I think is the most reliable thing to do. ”

"Okay. ”

Curt replied dryly, accepting Naza's suggestion. He thought for a moment, and then asked with a disgusting expression:

"How did today's meal taste to you?"

"The quality is top-notch, but the processing is not good enough. ”

Nazha threw away the dirty handkerchief and smiled a terrifying sucker. It regretfully stretched out a long whisker and picked up a bit of gray matter from Doyle's body. After putting the long whisker into his fang-covered mouth, Nazha said vaguely:

"If I had to judge it, it would be like frozen food for you humans. It doesn't taste good, and the only advantage is that the ingredients are very good. I need enkephalins to flavor it, and it can produce feelings such as fear, despair, pain, and remorse through food. In a word, I like food that is alive, and even if the texture of dead food is good, the flavor is greatly reduced. ”

Nazha finished slowly, and then suddenly released a psychic blast at Curt. When Curt couldn't move, Naza walked up to Curt and placed a long beard on Curt's head.

"It is necessary for me to explain to you the custom of sucking monsters. As soon as we open our mouths to speak, rather than telepathically communicating with other races, it means that we give up the idea of using the other person as food. ...... By the way, my friend, it's not in the dictionary, but I like it. I've been wandering the surface for hundreds of years, and I've made a handful of friends. You're going to have to work hard, Curt. Now you're just my student and hope that one day you'll be my friend. ”

After speaking, a silver glow of spiritual power flashed out of Nazha's eyes. As agreed, it gave Curt a psychic hint to help him avoid possible interrogation.

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