One day a month later......

There was still a splint on his leg, but Raymond, who was in a wheelchair, was taking a cool seat under a big tree.

Holding a book he had found from Elder Hammer in his hand, but Raymond had a small red dot in his eyes, and his attention was not on the book.

The creature he called the "Gray Dwarf", after this period of time getting along with each other and knocking on the side, coupled with Chip's collation of the creature book and some ancient rumors in the database, finally found the most similar record.

Durga Dwarves: A new subspecies of the Dwarven race, usually belonging to the Orderly Evil faction.

They have a very strong system, are immune to the toxins of sorcery, have a high resistance to enchanting spells, and have twice as much dark vision as the Hill Dwarves, but are afraid of bright lights.

And the chip also came to a conclusion based on the statistics in the database, that is, the biggest difference between gray dwarves and ordinary dwarves is that gray dwarves are born with huge magic and invisibility abilities, and have superb mental abilities.

"It seems that the dizziness of that day belongs to the gray dwarf's psychic probing ability," Raymond, who took a sip of the dwarven liquor in his hand, felt the heat and excitement brought by the liquor, and at the same time, he also increased his vigilance. "If you don't have strong willpower, you will have an accident that day. ”

Sitting under the tree with a calm face, in fact, after such a long time, as Raymond's understanding of this world increased, he didn't believe the words recorded in these materials very much.

The dark wizards of the underworld, who are called butchers, executioners, and barbarians, have many good people among them, and the Confession Wizard, who has always been called wizard orthodoxy, makes Raymond feel evil.

And after a long time of cultivation in the gray dwarf tribe, although on the surface Raymond's legs have not healed, he needs to take medicine every day. But in fact, Raymond had checked his physical condition ten days earlier.

Although the internal injuries have not fully recovered, the musculoskeletal has been completely healed, and Raymond can free his legs at any time if necessary.

Looking at the bushes in the distance, Raymond, who stood up, drank all the dwarven spirits in the cup in one gulp, as if pouring hot chili water into his mouth, and the stimulation that instantly began in his mouth made Raymond's face immediately swell red, like a steamed crab.

Loud applause soon rang out from the side, followed by gray dwarves flashing out of a bush. There was also a hearty laugh.

And the Hammer Elder who was on crutches from a distance and was supported by his granddaughter also raised his hand to greet Raymond as if in response.

"How dare you drink our spirits, you're a man!" the gray dwarf raised his hand was less than four feet tall. He smiled and approached to pat Raymond on the shoulder, but immediately he understood that height was an issue he couldn't avoid.

Because Raymond stood up. It just so happened that the shoulders were beyond the reach of the gray dwarf.

The laughter came to an abrupt end. The gray dwarf with his beard raised his neck and looked at Raymond, and soon he felt uncomfortable, so he had to take a few steps back, as if he was extremely depressed, he took out the wine bag in his arms, and drank alone.

And Elder Hammer, who slowly came to Raymond, bowed his head as a salute. Then he introduced Raymond.

It turned out that the gray dwarf who was hiding in the bushes just now was called Iron Head, and he was in charge of foreign trade in the tribe, because there was no wizard around the tribe, so the gray dwarf named Iron Head was very curious. After returning to the tribe, he hid himself to observe Raymond up close.

Looking at the Hammer Elder with a bearded face full of hair, Raymond with a calm face secretly slandered himself, these gray dwarves are all full of bearded hair, and it is already good to be able to see their eyes, so if you want to analyze their intentions through their expressions, it is simply unrealistic.

Raymond, who remained silent, made the atmosphere a little embarrassing, and the iron head who was drinking the liquor by himself quickly took the initiative to run back and respectfully saluted Raymond, which was regarded as an apology.

When the gray dwarf was quietly hiding in the bushes before, Raymond's "Wizard's Eye" spell had already discovered his existence, and it had not been revealed because his strength was at most the level of a knight, and it would not pose a threat to Raymond at all.

Since most of his body recovered, Raymond used his protective force field in the first place, which became his instinctive defense.

And in this gray dwarf tribe, all the members add up to only more than three hundred, and through the observation of this time, Raymond found that these gray dwarves, whose strength is generally at the second and third level of apprenticeship, are quite simple and kind by nature.

What's more, in his interactions with Elder Hammer, Raymond could feel their simplicity and honesty, but the only thing that made Raymond a little unbearable was that these gray dwarves didn't seem to have the habit of bathing.

"Lord Raymond, because there is a batch of important supplies from the tribe that needs to be delivered to Ram Castle to be presented to the Grand Lord Frances, who rules this land," and with a pleading tone, Elder Hammer quickly expressed his intentions. "Because the tribe is short of manpower, I would like to implore you to escort this transport. ”

With an imperceptible look of playfulness on his face, Raymond's gaze wandered around Elder Hammer and Iron Head, and soon he sat back in his chair, watching Elder Hammer wait.

Very similar to Raymond's situation on the West Coast back then, not all environments in the vast and sparsely populated Fairy World have the ability to activate.

Just as the land is barren and fertile, there is the same difference in the fairy world.

Those environments with the ability to activate have become important strongholds for the powerful, and the environments similar to the ones where the gray dwarves now live belong to the realm ruled by some minor lords.

"The contribution once every twenty years, the last time was because the tribe's convoy was attacked, so this year's share needs to be doubled," the trembling Hammer Elder's voice became extremely bitter. "Although Grand Lord Frances is relatively magnanimous, if something happens again this year, our tribe will have to flee. ”

Looking at the mushroom room of the gray dwarf in the distance, Raymond was a little confused for a while.

"Passerby, I'm just a passerby. He muttered silently, and when Raymond raised his head again, he asked lightly. "When to go?" (To be continued.) )