Golem?

After this sound came out, the bookstore, which was not too noisy, was noticeably quieter.

Everyone followed the sound and looked over, and then saw a cube, Ah No, it was a little man who felt about the same height and waist circumference.

Dwarf!

A race that is not common and not uncommon on the continent of Kaos.

A hundred years ago, the end of the French era began, and the entire human world was completely changed due to the lack of a master, which led to a complete change in the way of fighting, and the Barbarossa Empire embarked on the road of muscle hegemony, known as the Pegasus Knight; The Karak Empire is all about teaming up with the dwarves and incorporating artillery technology into battle.

As a result, most of the dwarves either stay in their underground castles or are only visible in the Karak Empire.

The dwarf in front of him is a typical little fat dun, Wren glanced at it, and estimated that the length, width and height of this product are about one meter two.

A round face, with messy orange-red hair, and not much beard, it was obvious that it was a child.

Note that the dwarves of Kaos have an average lifespan of between 250 and 400 years depending on the internal sub-species, and some alpine dwarves can live up to 600 years. Therefore, the dwarf half-grown children in the eyes of others are older than the human grandparents every minute.

And the hammer on his back is almost bigger than a human head, which is daunting at first sight.

The young dwarf's question stumped everyone in the bookstore at once.

Seeing that no one answered, the clerk smiled bitterly: "I'm sorry! What we do know is that the Tesla Archmage is supposed to be good at plastic and protective magic. However, none of us here can answer your question exactly. ”

"Ah, then, does anyone know where to contact His Excellency the Archmage? Or his disciples. ”

The little brother had a bitter face: "There are at least five thousand people in this city who now want to contact the archmage and gain his favor. However, rumor has it that the Archmage has left a pet fire bat in Count Lamancho's mansion, and another near the open space reserved for the mage tower outside the city, and if the archmage wants to see you, he will contact you through the fire bat. Although his eldest disciple, His Excellency Quich, occasionally returned to the city of Rahmancha, he had not seen anyone for the last two weeks. ”

Someone interjected: "Dwarf brother, don't expect to be lucky at this time." Review honestly and wait for the open enrollment in February. ”

Embarrassment was written on the dwarf's face: "I'm the one who should say I'm sorry, it's me who took the liberty." ”

Very polite little fellow, in him you don't even feel the rumored temper tantrums have.

Just then, a voice reached his ears.

"I'm within range of Archmage Tesla's Wizard Tower, but I've seen [Horror Guard]." As soon as Wren spoke, the little man's eyes lit up on the spot.

The clerk realized: "Ah! Guest: Are you talking about those armored people who can move on their own? It turned out to be called the Guardian of Shock! Sorry, it's the first time I've known about that too. ”

The little man was infinitely happy: "Do you know the Guardian of Shock? ”

Wren smiled: "I understand a little." ”

The dwarf continued to ask, "Do you know the difference between a magically constructed creature, a living constructed creature, and a golem?" ”

Wren smiled lightly, and a silver coin began to leap deftly on the tip of his left finger, and he made a silent gesture with his right hand: "Shhh Bookstores aren't for hustle and bustle, or why don't we go to the tavern next door for a drink? ”

The dwarf's eyes lit up. No dwarf can refuse a glass of ale, especially if it comes from a like-minded friend.

The little man farts and followed the strange blonde human big brother.

Why would Wren be interested in this little man? It's easy! The system highlights the little fat man. Although the brightness is not high, the two degrees are very strange, and there is a feeling of poor contact and sometimes ineffective.

Anyway, that's a highlight!

At least it's much better than the guys who don't react when the system probes.

This situation is like playing a game of mahjong on the computer, even if you really want to eat something like Qingyise, Thirteen and the like, but it has not been opened for a long time, even if it is an ordinary [Pinghu], when the word "Hu" prompt appears, you will still subconsciously press it down.

Don't ask, it's your body's instinctive reaction!

Who said that a small beard is not a hu?

After drawing two SSRs, it's not too much to get an SR, right?

This is the apprentice that Lao Tzu picked up with his book (luck) and affairs (qi)!

As long as it is picked up outside of open enrollment, it will be earned for nothing.

However, you will never know what card he is until this [lottery] called apprentice is completely scratched out.

As he walked along the road, the little man looked suddenly awake, and he said in frustration: "My name is Barende Hammer, but we can talk for a while, and you better not be my friend." ”

"What's wrong?" Wren was curious.

"I, I've got a strange constitution, and if I start playing with golems or constructs, I'm going to get into trouble."

"Huh? And what's going on? ”

Is this the kind of highlighting that the system gives you that comes and goes?

"Alas! My father wanted me to carry on the family business, but I preferred to fiddle with golems or constructs. ”

"Why?"

"There are too many compatriots sacrificed in [Demon's Mouth], and I want to revive the Demon Suit Construct technology to reduce the loss of my compatriots and human allies."

"......" Wren was silent for a while: "No problem, I used to be often provoked by demons, devils, and immortals. But lately I've been lucky that they don't dare come. ”

"You're really good at talking." The little man grinned.

"My name is Wren."

Barende hesitated, but still took Wren's hand.

Almost as soon as he shook hands, Wren received a system prompt: [Host, you must be forced to undergo an unknown necromantic spell check because of the cursed constitution of Barend*'s heavy hammer...... You are immune to this test. 】

Rennes:???

The two arrive at a newly opened bar in town.

In Wren's opinion, this place was more like the Qing bars before he crossed over. Many nobles or rich children who claim to have a certain status can't crowd the tavern with ordinary lower-class people, so in this examination economic circle brought by a certain archmage, such a relatively quiet, convenient for chatting, but more expensive Qing bar was born.

"Won't it be expensive here?" Looking at the elegant decoration style, Barend's already short neck still shrank.

"It's fine." Wren looked at the attendant who greeted him and tossed a gold coin with one hand.

Of course, the waiter has an eye, because someone has conjured up the latest men's clothing from the royal capital of Cervantes.

He led the two of them to a table on the terrace on the second floor, and just as he sat down, Barende had just taken out a miniature figure of the size of a figure, when suddenly a person flew over.

"Bang!"

Before the two of them could react, the man knocked over the table and accidentally slapped Barende's model to pieces.

The expression of pain instantly froze on the young dwarf's face.

(End of chapter)