Sword and Magic and Taxi

Zhao Mai flipped through the dictionary and finally explained the whole story clearly. How the half-orc Solu spit into his eyes, how he sneak-attacked after being injured, and how he tried to strangle himself. It took a long time to finally finish all this, and then he waited for Karl to ask questions. But the old ranger said nothing and walked out in silence.

He didn't believe it, and Zhao Mai realized this. People will always have doubts about things they have not seen with their own eyes and have problems in their hearts. The normal process should be to ask questions and gradually form your own judgment based on the narrator's answers. But Ranger Karl didn't ask questions, which showed that he had already formed a subjective answer. Zhao Mai's inquiry was just a formality, and he couldn't listen at all.

Soon only Zhao Mai and Reserve Liang were left in the tree hole, and the latter was still sleeping on his back. Zhao Mai gently held the dog in his arms and stroked his belly with his hands. Reserve Liang woke up after trembling, then struggled to turn over and gently licked Zhao Mai's fingers.

You will always trust me and help me. Zhao Mai said to the puppy seriously: Believe me, even if we don't rely on anyone, nothing can trap us. As long as I have something to eat, you won't Hungry.”

The reserve barked twice, and it always seemed to have endless confidence.

Zhao Mai thought about it for a moment. If he were in Ranger Carl's position, he might not have a good impression of someone who turned everything upside down within two days of his arrival. If you continue to stay here, you won't gain much. Besides, Zhao Mai didn't think he could still have the nerve to ask Karl to teach him martial arts, and it was now difficult to say a few words.

He decided to leave here and go to a place with more humans. Although he didn't have much, even his spare shield, he didn't have any skills. Taking advantage of the food reserves, Zhao Mai asked the python to lead the way, and Zhao Mai carried back a sack of coarse salt from the cave.

The next step is physical work, grinding powder, boiling water, filtering, and boiling salt. Zhao Mai's T-shirt was completely scrapped. It was no different from a mop when worn, especially because it had an itchy feeling that irritated the skin and was no longer suitable for wearing. However, this dress was exchanged for more than ten kilograms of refined salt. Keep two pounds as a parting gift to Karl, and the rest should be exchanged for a lot of money when taken to the town.

Although it was a bit unpleasant, we still had to say goodbye out of politeness. Ranger Carl expected Mike to leave, but he didn't expect him to come and say goodbye. The etiquette and behavioral norms from the ancient eastern countries are moved and respected by people like Karl. He put down the salt bag, turned around, took out a set of equipment and gave it to Zhao Mai.

These included a piece of leather armor, a short sword, a one-handed axe, and a shield inlaid with iron and wood. Although these are not brand-new objects, they are enough for Zhao Mai.

The dwarf mage Greens Mumu was not interested in these weapons at all. He stared directly at the bag of salt. There is a hint of cyan in the snow-white color, and its quality is comparable to that of the elves' alchemical salt. Even the bag in front of me weighs two kilograms, which is enough to qualify as a lot in an auction. Looking at the zippered leather bag on the boy's back, there should be more than ten kilograms in it, which is a lot of wealth.

Even the Jungle Ranger doesn't know that the dwarf village has begun to contact the outside world, but it still keeps its location secret. As the population of the village increases, the demand for land also increases, and the coverage of the protective spell barrier must also expand accordingly. However, there are not enough people in the village to cast spells, nor are there enough resources to maintain the barrier. Gnomes are naturally short, lack strength and speed, and have no advantage against any wild beast. A single ocelot can kill many dwarf children in the village. Barriers are their only safety barrier.

Gradually, the village became more and more crowded, and relying solely on planting and gathering was no longer enough to maintain the past living standards. In order to prevent life from turning into prison, the dwarfs began to consciously contact the outside world, using some of the gadgets they made to exchange needed supplies and supplement the needs of the village.

Just like humans' talents in business, dwarves have a very strong advantage in illusion. The things they make using illusion - most of them are toys - sell very well, which is better than what they have to do if they work hard in the fields for a year. Much more relaxed.

But as long as there is communication, even if it is just a narrow passage, the outside world will gradually affect the originally peaceful life of the dwarf village, and Greens Mumu is the one whose thinking has changed significantly. Using illusions to change his appearance and traveling secretly with the caravan, he saw the prosperity of the human world and learned about the power of money.

With gold coins, he can buy more magic scrolls and more powerful wands, and the dwarf village can also have more resources to expand, changing the current dilemma of being trapped in a dense forest. If he can accomplish all this, he can become the hero of the village, and even become an elder, better leading the village to prosperity and strength.

In order to accomplish this just and ambitious goal, he was prepared to do his best, even if it cost him everything. When he saw the fine salt, he knew his chance had come. The salt caves in Kangjian Forest are no secret. The mineral salts inside are extremely unpalatable and the cost of detoxification is very high. The dwarf himself has prepared some, but the cost he paid was completely out of proportion to the product he got. The pain of guarding the salt mine and not being able to eat salt has penetrated deep into the bone marrow. If there could be a highly skilled transformation mage in charge of the village, the situation might be better. But among dwarves, nine out of ten are illusionists, and illusions are mostly deceptive and cannot change the nature of things.

The young man before him could prepare fine salt in large quantities, the dwarf had determined. A person works hard for a day, from mining to the final product, which weighs more than ten kilograms. What is the difference between this and directly manufacturing gold coins? The dwarf still doesn't understand the principle of rare things being valuable. He only knows that the more he makes, the more money he will make.

You can't leave. The dwarf suddenly said, interrupting the two people who were saying goodbye with gestures and simple common language.

The ranger frowned and turned to look at the dwarf: This is none of your business.

He knows that I am here. After leaving, the relationship between the village and the Jungle Ranger will be exposed. Then someone will know that our village can be found through you, which may endanger the safety of the village.

I will not reveal the location of your village, and this matter has nothing to do with Mike.

Zhao Mai couldn't completely follow their conversation, but that didn't mean he couldn't feel the change in the atmosphere. He asked the ranger, What does this man want?

Greens' physical strength was strong enough and he said directly: I am a dwarf, not a human. Please pay attention to your wording. You can leave if you want, but you need a guarantee. You look very poor, so why not use your salt-making technology as collateral? If we hear you reveal the situation of the dwarf within a certain period of time, the collateral will belong to us.

Because of his excitement, the dwarf spoke hurriedly and quickly. If it hadn't been for the ranger Karl to explain slowly, Zhao Mai would not have been able to understand it at all.

Looking at the dwarf's cheeks turning red due to excitement, Zhao Mai laughed angrily. Even if it's a robbery, at least there needs to be a strong man with a bare upper body and an axe. It's better to have lines like I own this mountain. A little Ding Douzi, including hair and hat, is not as long as his own legs. He can't even touch his face without folding his arms. How can he have the confidence to steal his own things? Just with that chopstick-like magic wand?