hell under construction

With Lester's letter as an introduction, the cooperation between the human race and the abyss hell is much easier to talk about.

Damon and Oswell both know that the fundamental purpose of this cooperation is to connect the Abyss Hell with the human race, so that the landing of the Abyss Hell can be justified, and the peripheral business can be expanded. Gaining a higher right to speak, therefore, the matter of negotiating and opening a trade route went very smoothly.

After discussing the cooperation, Damon held a banquet in the Demon King's Castle to entertain the guests who came to the Abyss Hell this time.

And Damon was finally able to avoid the state of being unfamiliar with Garris, and through the eyes of many human races at the banquet, he really got to know Garris, so that the human race would not suspect their previous experience in Windsmoke Fortress.

Although it is nothing now, Garris, as an earl of the human race, if it is known that he secretly contacted the demon during the battle between the human race and the demon, it is very likely that he will be secretly stumbled by other human races.

At the banquet, Oswell saw that the Ming Xiao Mercenary Group was also there, and was a little puzzled: "Who is that?"

Dimon introduced: "This is also the partner of Abyss Hell, and he has been to Abyss Hell with Lester before."

Since it was brought by Leicester, Oswell didn't pay too much attention, and tasted the food and wine of the abyss hell at the banquet.

After the banquet, Damon found a chance to meet Gareth.Damon carried the mead, poured two glasses of wine, and handed one to Garris.

"Long time no see, how is Fengyan Fortress?"

Garris took the jug, took a sip, and sighed: "The fine wine brewed in Abyss Hell is really unique, Wind and Smoke Fortress is developing very well, the field you left behind mixed with ashes soil Countless grains have been produced, and the grains have established trading routes in Fengyan Fortress and several surrounding areas. The previous barbarian tribe's joint attack on Fengyan Fortress failed, but now in the barren land, no foreign race dares to invade The Wind and Smoke Fortress."

Damon smiled very satisfied. It can be said that the Wind and Smoke Fortress was slowly developed in his eyes. The Abyss Hell was freed, and the Wind and Smoke Fortress, which was like a brotherly territory, was also flourishing. Damon was naturally happy.

"Damon," Garris looked up and took a sip of the wine, lowered the glass in his hand, with some regret in his eyes, "Although I know you don't need this sentence, I still want to say, I'm sorry."

"Back when Wind Mist Fortress was under siege, the demons could do their best to help us, but when the knights were training, we—I'm sorry."

Damon blinked and poured another glass of wine for Garris: "You are right, I don't need it, but since you said it, then I will accept it."

"So, can you have a drink with me now?"

Garris turned his head to look at Daemon, laughed out loud, shook his head and said: "I knew, Damon, you are always unexpected. You are obviously a powerful demon king, but you always make me feel that you are not scary at all, even And a little childish."

Damon pursed his mouth and finished drinking the honey wine in the glass: "I'm not young anymore, I'm already older than five of you."

"Hahahaha." Gareth laughed out of relief.

The wine glasses in their hands collided with a crisp sound. After drinking the mead in the glasses, Damon and Garris smiled at each other.

"Abyss Hell has changed a lot compared to when I came last time!"

"Especially that magic ladder, it's Paxi's handwriting, why haven't I seen him?"

"There are stardust goblins living here in the Stardust Jungle, how do you deal with those guys?"

"Are the animals in Abyss Hell a little less? Would you like me to select a few more livestock from the wild land that can survive in Abyss Hell?"

Throughout the night, Garris and Damon chatted endlessly. Garris pointed to the changes in Abyss Hell that were different from his past, and asked them one by one. Damon laughed and talked with him about the process of these changes one by one. , Show your results to Garris.

After the cooperation, the human race set off to leave the abyss hell.

When they left, the Ming Xiao Mercenary Group was also with them. Damon remembered that at the banquet, Rodney from the Ming Xiao Mercenary Group had a secret chat with a human nobleman in the corner. Bridged the line.

However, this has nothing to do with Damon, he just needs to do a good job in his trade cooperation with Ming Xiao Mercenary Group and Oswell.

A few days later, when the wine brewed for Passy in the wine cellar was finished, Passy returned.But the people Paxi brought back almost made Damon's jaw drop.

Because Passy brought back nearly fifty dwarves with an average height of about one meter.

Looking at the dwarves standing all over the place in the devil's castle, Daemon sat on the high throne, walked down the throne with some embarrassment, stepped down the steps, lowered his height to be less aggressive, and bent slightly In front of Percy.

"Didn't you say before you left that you were going to invite guests from Abyss Hell? You are..."

Damon's eyes swept over those dwarfs one by one. Most of these dwarves were covered in dirt. Compared with Percy, who was pampered in the abyss hell, they looked very embarrassed, but Damon could see from their fine hair. For a moment, he saw the scorching eyes looking at him.

Those eyes were full of hope and caution, and Damon didn't dare to look at them for a while.

With his hands behind his back, Passy paced slowly and said, "These guys are the knack for summoning guests."

Percy slapped a dwarf beside him with a slap: "Here, this, Sam, is a capable boiler hand of the dwarves, who can smelt the hardest ore in the world to the most suitable level for forging."

"This!" Percy pushed out another dwarf, "Oliver! Although his forging skills are not as good as mine, his finished products are also very popular, and can sell for half of my price."

"and this!"

"This guy is..."

Percy finished introducing the dwarves he brought one by one, and the dwarves smiled nervously at Damon when they were pointed out.

Percy turned and looked at Damon: "On the way, I saw poor Sam who was fired by his employer because of the high price and had to wander on the road. After knowing that they didn't have the protection of me, the strongest blacksmith of the dwarves, The recent life is not so good, so I showed kindness and asked Sam to call back all the dwarves who were wandering outside, and take them back to the abyss hell."

"I plan to directly expand the forging workshop in the abyss hell, gather the forging technology of the dwarves together, and then spread the name of the world's most powerful forging workshop in the abyss hell, are you afraid that there will be few people coming? "

Damon immediately understood Percy's thoughts: "You want to use the connections of the dwarves to connect directly with their customers through Abyss Hell, so that Abyss Hell will expand its reputation, and the dwarves will be able to enjoy a stable life here."

"No no no."

Passy waved his fingers: "I don't have that much kindness. I will never forget these guys who left behind my own survival that was robbed by the barbarian tribe. If it weren't for you, I would have given it to the barbarian bull." Those reckless men of the clan work for nothing for half their lives, so, according to the money I can earn in the second half of my life, if these guys want to live in the abyss hell and have a peaceful life, they have to share their forging profits with me Half, to make up for the harm they did to me at that time."

Damon just said, why did Percy, a caring guy, suddenly show kindness and bring all the dwarves back? I didn't expect him to wait here.

Damon was deeply moved by the price of the dwarves' forged products. Now, this guy, Percy, is going to ask those dwarves for half of their profits. Can these dwarves agree?

Daemon looked down at the dwarves with a questioning look.

The dwarf race is extremely money-loving. When Oliver heard that he was going to give Percy half of the profit, his face immediately hurt: "Half..."

Paxi's face suddenly turned ugly: "Why, do you have an opinion? If you have an opinion, just leave, and the magic ladder will turn right and you will be there in a quarter of an hour."

Damon almost laughed out loud.

Because in front of him was a group of children who looked like they were only in their teens, who were acting strangely at each other, which looked like a farce.

But Damon still held back. Although Patsy helped his fellow clansmen, he was also a very vengeful guy.

If he laughed out loud at this time, it would be recorded by Percy.

Dwarf Sam came out to smooth things over: "Passy saved our lives. If it wasn't for him, you, me, and everyone would have starved to death on the streets. Now we can have a place to live and a workshop for us to forge. It’s not bad that we still have money for us to earn, although Passy took half of the profit, don’t we still have the other half?”

Passy reminded: "This is my money, and you have to pay for living in the abyss hell."

Sam's face froze, and the smile could hardly hold back. It was more sad for the dwarves to hand over the gold coins than to cut off their flesh.

But if they are not here, they can't even touch the edge of the gold coin.

So Sam could only endure the pain, and nodded stiffly: "Okay, whatever, as long as we have a place."

Patsy pursed his lips, and nodded schemingly: "You're smart. Damon, we've finished the deal, let's sign a contract with them."

Damon shook his head with a smile. This guy, Patsy, looked so successful that it felt like the tail on his back was about to curl up.

"it is good."

After settling down the dwarves, Damon looked curiously at the taller guy behind one of the dwarves.

That guy was covered in dirt, only wearing a robe that looked like a rag bag, and wrapped his body that was so thin that it was only bones. In the temperature of the abyss and hell, his wrapped body had already leaked a little. There was a layer of sweat, but he still lowered his head, as if he couldn't feel anything.

"This shouldn't be a dwarf?"

"Oh, you said him," Percy naturally noticed the homeless man Damon was looking at, "Oliver, did you bring it?"

Oliver nodded quickly: "Yes, I bought this guy from the slave market. The price is cheap. Although he is a little thinner, he can help me carry a lot of things, so I left him as a helper."

Damon felt that the figure of the homeless man was very familiar, and he slowly approached him, pinching his chin and frowning to observe carefully: "Why do I think you look familiar, where have I seen you..."

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