The architectural style of Heienberg adheres to the stereotype of dwarves -

Angular rigidity.

It seems that these dwarf guys never think about how much it hurts to trip or hit a corner.

The overall temperament is thick and hard.

Lanne, along with Regis and Gerd, walked into the hall where the elder was.

Along the way, there were a dozen or so dwarves standing guard on the left and right.

Walking all the way to the hall, on top of the four angular steps, there is a throne that is completely integrated with the steps.

A dwarf with a beard hanging down to his thighs and a vigorous and thick beard divided into three braids was sitting on it, looking coldly at the three humans who walked in.

The first time Lan saw this dwarf, he understood why he was able to cooperate with the Bear School.

The coldness in this guy's eyes is not out of disgust or irritability. He's rational.

That is a rational indifference.

Such a dwarf, if he contacts the people of the Bear School with a cooperative mentality, then there is a high probability that he can indeed negotiate.

"Welcome, welcome."

Lens Ziva said the welcome in an unwavering voice.

"The return of the Bear School, which has been fleeing from this mountain range for decades, really makes our small place flourish."

The corners of Lan's mouth twitched.

Well, this dwarf just has an indifferent personality, but there are still emotions.

"Your sarcasm doesn't make the conversation go any further, Elder."

"But it can make me feel a little more relaxed."

He said 'Shuchang' in his mouth, but the voice and expression of the dwarf elder did not change in the slightest.

"You've broken your contract and left a mess here for decades. I've been sick of this for decades too. ”

Seeing that persuasion was fruitless, Lan En shrugged indifferently.

Let him go, anyway, he scolded the old popsicles of the Bear School, and he and Gede didn't like that group of people either.

Lens Ziva didn't keep sneering, and his sarcasm was all that.

"On your way here, my people should have told you that I will not have a good temper with you."

The dwarven elder twisted his body on the throne and spread his hands.

"But that's all nonsense. I don't like you like or dislike you, it's just that you didn't finish the work I gave me, so I don't trust you, that's all. ”

"Come on, let's talk about it. What did the two bear cubs run back to the Amer Mountains for? ”

"Could it be that you want to revitalize the school?"

At the end, Lance Ziva's unwavering voice couldn't help but bring a little ridicule.

"Shit, I'm not going to work hard to revive that inhuman school!"

Gede couldn't help but curse secretly.

Lan reached out and pressed the somewhat agitated Gede, calmly meeting the eyes of the dwarven elder beneath the thick beard.

"It has nothing to do with the so-called school, we just came here to look for equipment blueprints, I guess a series of special equipment of the bear school are actually designed by you?"

"You look like you have a good brain, little bear cub you've never seen."

Lens Ziva straightened his three-strand beard and said calmly.

"That set of equipment was designed by my father, united with your Great Grandmaster of Anahad, and a few gnomes who joined in the fun, and after several modifications, it came to my hands and was finally finalized."

"It's an unbeatable piece of equipment that would make even a coward dare to fight a dragon! You've made the trek for its drawings, and you've done something worthwhile. ”

Lann nodded.

It seems that even for a dwarf like Lens Ziva, dwarven exaggerated descriptions are still indispensable.

"Because of those unbeatable equipment drawings, can we talk about business now?"

"Talking about business? With a witcher? ”

The first affection shown by the Dwarven elders in this conversation was unexpected.

He wondered, when did the witcher's wallet have the confidence to let them 'talk business'?

Also, there was a bit of a sense of going beyond what was planned.

He looked Lan En up and down suspiciously, and finally shook his head.

"It's strange, your equipment is just out of the game, you are really rich?!"

"However, I don't want you to make copies of the drawings just for money."

The young man's good-looking eyebrows furrowed slightly.

"I can pay a high price, as long as it's less troublesome."

"High price?" Lens Ziva looked at the witcher with a smile, like a child showing off his lollipop to the adults.

"Young man, let me ask you a question: Where is the largest source of gold in the world?"

"Coveil."

"Yes, yes." The dwarven elder nodded, then added. "But you should add that it is the largest source of gold for you humans."

"And really, where is the world's largest gold vein?"

The smile on Lens Ziva's face faded under the gaze of several people, and turned into a kind of indifferent indifference.

"Let me tell you, in Mahakan. To be precise, the iron ore in that mountain is nothing compared to the gold mine - that mountain is a veritable mountain of gold! The rocks of the mountain are full of gold! ”

"Why has no human king ever dared to be rude to Mahakan, and why is it that only dwarven banks have opened all over the world, witchers? Have you thought about this question? ”

The corners of Lanne's mouth twitched unconsciously at the dwarven elder's description, and Regis and Ged opened their mouths in unison.

If what Lens Ziva says is true, it means

"As long as Mahakan is threatened and the dwarves feel that their race is about to be slaughtered, we will put all the gold we have dug up all these years on the market."

The dwarven elder said casually.

"When the time comes, even you human farmer's hoe will be able to use gold! It's no secret, so no human monarch with even the slightest bit of foresight would ever think about what would happen to Mahakan with an army. Because it was Mahakhan who controlled the outflow of gold and protected the finances of the entire continent. ”

"Let me tell you about the destructive effect of the flood of gold on the existing financial system, clever bear cub?"

Lens Ziva sat on his throne and leaned forward, looking at the three humans.

The gesture was like saying, "Are you sure you want to talk to me about money?"

The average dwarven may be short of money, but a dwarven elder who speaks on behalf of the entire dwarven community can mobilize the amount of gold that most people can't imagine.

With a "snap", Lan En's studded leather gloved palm slapped on his forehead.

The witcher looked helpless.

"Alright, give me the task, dwarf sitting on the golden mountain."

"Don't look at me like that, you expect me to be like the two behind me, and I can't close my mouth when I know your gold reserves? What does it matter to me that you have money? I only focus on what I want. ”

"Now I know, my high price is not convincing in front of you. So what kind of circle are you going around? Just get that mess out of the way. ”

"The Witcher of the Bear School."

Ryan pointed to himself.

Then he pointed to the dwarven elders on the throne.

"You've got a mess out of your mouth over and over again."

"You're going to slap me in the face what you're trying to do."

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