The Sun King's Evidence

When Ryan arrived at the dwarf blacksmith workshop on the banks of the Chinon River, Angron and the others were already there.

A large group of bearded dwarves were gathering in the blacksmith's workshop. They were visiting the equipment built by Delon Feinsen and chattering endlessly. The main content was first of all complaining that the required materials were not very complete. Then he complained about the poor quality of the hydraulic stamping device here, then complained about the poor quality of the anvils and hammers, and finally complained about the poor lunch provided by Lane.

Some dwarves said the meat was too old and not cooked well.

Some dwarves said the meat was too tender, bloody and not chewy.

Some dwarves said that the meat was no longer tender and had no characteristics.

Katzenberg, the butler in charge of reception, was sweating profusely and confused by these bearded dwarves.

What no one knows is that these long-bearded dwarves are actually quite satisfied with this blacksmith workshop, but it is the habit of these long-bearded old men to find fault in the eggs, because for dwarves, they absolutely cannot accept the importance of technology and engineering. Being overpowered by humans, even dwarves hired by humans can’t do it!

Clark the Harsh, the president of the Dwarf Rune Craftsmen Association, did not say much. Many of his white beards had already hung down to the ground. Clark looked at the drawings carefully without saying a word.

As the oldest master rune craftsman among the dwarves and the president of the association, Clark-Severe has always been a man of few words. In other words, this is true for all master-level rune craftsmen.

"A full barrel of beer keeps silent, while a half barrel of beer keeps sloshing around."

——Dwarf proverb, describing those who are not good at academics but like to show off their skills and knowledge.

"How's it going? Mr. Dwarf, can my weapon be used?" Angron asked Clark-Severe expectantly.

The World Eater was wearing a dwarf-enchanted mithril plate armor. Angron, who was more than two meters tall, looked very tall in front of Clark, who was only 1.5 meters tall. Clark was forced to raise his head and talk to Angron: " This kind of weapon, this kind of weapon... It's really too easy for you to think about this kind of weapon. For dwarves, this kind of weapon..."

"For the dwarves?" Angron felt cold after hearing this. He complained in his heart that the emperor refused to give him weapons, which made him have to beg the dwarves in a low voice.

"For dwarves...of course it's not a problem!!!" Clark's face flushed. He stretched out his hand and slapped it hard on the big table. He slapped a wooden table with a huge handprint: "Very good, this is a brand new technology and rune engraving method that I have never seen before! After more than five hundred years, I finally have a new challenge!"

"Great!" Angron finally showed a smile. He saw Ryan coming in and said happily: "Brother, we finally have our weapons."

"Very good!" Ryan couldn't help but be happy. He respectfully showed knightly etiquette towards Clark Harsh: "Thank you very much, Master Clark!"

"You don't need to thank me. I will go down the mountain just because of the drawings and pledge money you promised." Clark had no response to Angron and Ryan's thanks. This master was more than a thousand years old and had already appeared in his life. Too many things have happened: "I accepted the drawings, where is the pledge money?"

"Here" Angron took out a big bag filled with pledge money.

"Yeah." Clark turned his head and motioned for the dwarf to go up and check.

A bearded man came up and took the big bag from Angron's hand. He cut it open with a sharp blade, and a large amount of dwarf oath gold spilled out, all falling to the ground.

"What do you mean? Mr. Dwarf?" Angron was a little dissatisfied, which was obviously a distrust of him.

"We have paid a lot for humanity, Mr. Angron, but not all humans treat us sincerely. In order to avoid some unpleasant things happening, we need to settle in advance, one penny, one penny." Clark - The Harsh One He carried his doomsday anvil to the middle of the workshop, started to light the fire, and ignited the huge forge. The magical wind ignited in the golden-domed and gray-based forge. The dwarf rune craftsmen stirred up the bellows and brought in several large basins of water. , pushing coal in a wheelbarrow.

This doomsday anvil is the supreme treasure of the dwarves. It has been passed down from 10,000 years ago to the present. It is said to have been used by the dwarf god Granny and has been passed down to this day. The entire anvil is engraved with sacred symbols. The text engraving is entirely made of vibranium.

Delon Feinson, the rune craftsman employed by Ryan, explained to Angron: "My Earl, Mr. Angron, the dwarves have been deceived more than once during the settlement, including humans. Therefore, Master Clark cannot Trusting anyone, he is used to settling accounts first and then working, otherwise he will not listen even to the orders of the High King."

Angron's expression was not very good: "Okay, as long as there is no problem with the weapon."

The dwarf long-bearded warrior took away one hundred and fifty-five oath gold, and put the remaining twenty or thirty oath gold in a bag again: "Not a penny too much, not a penny too little, I'll give you the rest. We are going to make weapons for you. The way dwarves make rune weapons is a secret that has not been passed down, so please avoid it."

"What about me?" Deron asked flatteringly.

"Come here and help me, Deron, I want to see if you have improved over the years!" Clark Harsh's rock-hard voice came from the side: "I have seen your work, although it still makes no sense. But at last it’s not out of shape, I want to see if you can learn more advanced rune engraving.”

"Ah?! Yes! Yes!" Deron happily trotted all the way to Clark.

It is the greatest honor of the rune craftsman to be mentored by Clark the Harsh One!

As we all know, there are not many dwarf runecrafters left. These living priceless treasures communicate the last rune knowledge of the present and the bygone dwarven golden age. Many powerful war runes and enchantment runes have been lost, and the reason is simply Those whom the runecrafters deem worthy of teaching.

This rune knowledge and technology gradually withered until it was completely forgotten. People can only find some fragments of powerful runes from those archives and books. Rune craftsmen have never and cannot be forced. Over the long years, The power of rune magic makes them more stubborn. Only those he thinks are qualified can learn the most profound knowledge of rune magic.

Now that the president of the Dwarf Rune Craftsmen Association, Clark Harsh, is actually willing to give him some pointers, how could this not make Delon Feinson ecstatic?

"Go out, humans, give me three days, and I will naturally build the weapons you want." Seeing that Ryan and Angron were still standing at the door, Clark-Harsh said impatiently: "Now Get out now, or this deal will be void!"

"Okay, okay, let's go out." Ryan shrugged helplessly. He simply pulled Angron and walked out: "Let's go, brother."

"Okay." Angron muttered: "I also plan to see if the dwarves will perform rituals such as praising the Omnisiah together before forging weapons."

"That's a machine, not a blacksmith, right? The dwarves should be praising the Lord Gronni."

"Almost, almost."

Angron was finally pulled out of the blacksmith workshop by Ryan. The bright sunshine was shining on the Earl of Glamorgan. The breath of midsummer was getting stronger and stronger. The clear river water was flowing. The two people were walking by the Chinon River. Hang out and chat easily.

"Brother, want a sip?" Angron took off the kettle from his waist, which contained the Bagman beer he bought from the dwarf. This dark beer and Kislev vodka are Angron's favorites. As for alcohol, he also prefers mead and Breton brandy.

"It smells so good." Ryan took the kettle and took a big sip. The rich and long taste and refreshing stimulation of Bagman beer made him squint his eyes in comfort.

"Brother, dwarves are all vengeful people. You must read it now. Later, they will write down your story in a small book. If nothing happens, they will take it out and read it, and then they will be so angry that their teeth will itch." Take a sip of dark beer. Ryan returned the wine bottle to Angron. He smiled and said, "Do you know the story of two and a half gold coins?"

"The story of two and a half gold coins?" Angron took a sip from the water bottle and belched with satisfaction: "I haven't heard of it. What is that story? Is it related to the dwarves?"

"About ninety-five years ago, the Empire's Elector of Ostermark and the Dwarf Kingdom reached an agreement." Ryan told a story: "The Grand Duke of Ostermark and the Elector of Bekafen planned to To build a castle strong enough in the province of Ostermark to guard against possible invasions from the northern Chaos tribes, the elector chose to hand over this major project to the dwarves. The two parties agreed on a price, and then the dwarves began construction. "

"It took about two years for the dwarves to build a highly defensive castle called Krighof. This castle guards the road between the kingdoms of Bekafen and Kislev. The Elector inspected After he was satisfied, he started to pay for the project.”

"The selected emperor packed the project money into one hundred and forty-four small carts and sent it to the dwarf. Originally, the matter should have ended like this, but when the dwarf counted the money, he found that the agreed wages were too low. Two gold coins and fifty silver coins." Ryan couldn't laugh or cry when he said this: "The dwarves were furious because of this. They personally sent people to Bekafen, the capital of the province of Ostermark, and asked the Elector to give an explanation."

"Oh my God." Angron already knew what was happening. He covered his face with his hands and couldn't bear to look directly.

"The Elector didn't take the dwarf's question seriously at all. He casually said that there might be damage during transportation. The money I sent out was correct and I am not responsible." Ryan then finished the story: "When I saw the Elector The emperor refused to give an explanation, which angered the dwarves, so the dwarves gathered an army from Karak-Kaderin. This army broke through the Krighof Castle that the dwarves had just built and razed the castle to the ground. Then angrily said that this is the price you pay for deceiving the dwarves!"

"In the end, when the elector faced the dwarf army besieging the city, he had to hand over the 'final payment' of two gold coins and fifty silver coins. The dwarves then retreated. The result was that the castle was gone, the defenders were gone, and the money was gone. , it can be said that people and money are lost."

"Hahahaha! I'm really convinced. Are these dwarves so vindictive?" Angron laughed loudly and shook his head repeatedly: "Okay, let the dwarves say whatever they want."

"Hahahaha~" The two people laughed repeatedly as they walked on the road.

Not long after he walked out, Ryan's kingdom knight Hex came over on a war horse: "Earl!"

"What's wrong?" Ryan raised his head and looked at the sweaty knight.

"A large group of high elves have arrived in Jean Town, and they want to see you by name!" Hux had sweat on his forehead.

"Okay, I'll come right away." Ryan thought that Tigris had arrived, so he turned around and said, "Brother, do you want to go and see it together?"

"OK."

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Today's town of Jean is very lively, because the arrival of an army of high elves has attracted a large number of human onlookers. The serfs gathered, one in fear, and the other in curiosity, to watch this high elf army inhumanely. .

"It's an elf! It's an elf!"

"Don't we see elves often?"

"Blind! What do you know? This is a high elf, not the wood elf we often see!"

"Wow! It's the legendary high elf! This is the first time I've seen it!"

"So gorgeous, so awesome! So neat!"

Hundreds of serfs rushed out of the town and watched the high elf army. They poked their heads and pointed at the high elf army. The serfs were curious, but not too hostile, because this town was fixed with the wood elves. The residents of the trading point often see wood elves, so they are no longer surprised by the pointed ears.

The high elves were very impatient with this rude behavior of humans. Zoltan, the magic swordsman of Hoth, came to Teclis and said: "Your Excellency Teclis, these monkeys are really ungrateful."

"Quiet, we are here to find people, not to add memories to humans." Tigris leaned on Lilith's staff of the moon. His eyes first focused on the walls of Jean's town and the cannons on the towers, and then Then he turned to a group of wood elves who were driving a truck into the city, and there was a rare interest in his words: "Interesting, Ryan Malcador actually established a trade relationship with Eislay. I remember that Eislay only knew Choose those most trustworthy among men to trade.”

"The fact that this human hero can kill 'Red-Eyed' Egil Stirbjorn means that there should be no problem with his strength. The fact that he can be recognized by the wood elves means that his strength and credibility are affirmed by the wood elves. , and look." Teclis moved his eyes: "There are many dwarves there."

"Being able to kill that 'Red Eye', this guy named Ryan is quite capable... the dwarf, the monkey, and our distant relatives. Apart from the chaotic bastards, the three things I dislike most about this city are all gathered together. Already." Zoltan, the magic swordsman of Hoth, shook his head repeatedly.

"Shut up, Zoltan." Teclis raised his head: "Our compatriots are here."

A group of wood elves came to him: "Hello, Lord Teclis, I didn't expect you to come here. I am the woodland lord Delina. May I ask what the Assur relatives from Ulthuan do here?"

"I came here to meet Count Lion Malcador." Tiglis remained expressionless, and his attitude was very calm: "I didn't expect to see Eislay. I am very happy. I brought him Greetings from His Majesty the Phoenix King Fenubar and His Majesty the Eternal Queen Alarielle."

"Thank you, I will convey it." Delina nodded and smiled: "It is indeed a lucky day to meet your compatriots. May Kunos and Aisha bless you, but I think our conversation ends here. Mr. Ryan, come here ”

"..." Tigris followed Delina's gaze.

On the banks of the Chinon River, Ryan and Angron appeared in front of the high elves. He spoke fluent Elvish: "Welcome, guest from Ulthuan, I am Ryan, Lion-Makado, the lady's divinely chosen champion. "

"Teclis, the High Mage of the Council of Magisters of the White Tower of Savrehos, the High Elf."

"Nice to meet you."

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