Who says knights can't backstab

Chapter 107 Dwarf Kelan

Following the frowning cry, the heavy curtain was lifted, and a short and fat figure squeezed into the room stepping on the momentary light, just in time to bump into Cyril.

"Hey, isn't this the kid who drew the sword at the gate of the city!" The short and fat figure exclaimed immediately, "You didn't die in the Tower of the North Wind?"

The corners of Cyril's eyes twitched. He had never seen such a guy who couldn't speak. He chuckled with a smile on his face and responded:
"Excuse me, but I remember your tavern, it seems that only one wall is left after being demolished?"

The chunky figure's face collapsed immediately, and he stomped his feet in anger. His thick leather boots stepped on the dirty-looking wooden boards, making a bang bang sound. It seemed that the entire alchemy workshop was shaking. The goblin screamed again and again, for fear that his little house would be knocked down by such a shock——

"Elf under the moon, please be quiet! Don't jump here! Jump! Jump! Jump!" The goblin screamed, but the squat figure was louder than he shouted:
"How can you understand my pain! I stayed in the Tower of the North Wind for three years, three years, do you know how I got here? I have never seen a centaur, let alone a unicorn's ass, just There is only such a tavern, and it was demolished! There is nowhere to ask for compensation!"

Cyril rubbed his temples. It goes without saying who this chunky figure is: Crane, the iron rooster of the mine in the west in the future, and the dwarf in the Tower of the North Wind whose home was demolished by Jane Christine with a sword.

The dwarves are irritable and unsteady by nature, and the goblins are also easily excitable. The two of them yelled at each other, and the whole small house was noisy.

He simply walked out of the house and waited for the inside to settle down.

Did Crane come to Tozzi in 1440?he does not know.But if the trajectory of the game is followed, then the current dwarves should pack their bags and prepare to study new types of metals with Iris, and they shouldn't appear here.

This made Cyril have some special thoughts.

Although Kelan is known as an iron cock, he is stingy and stingy, and has strange hobbies.It is said that in history, he never had the chance to see a unicorn after he went to the west, so he could only choose the ass of a bull.

But it is undeniable that this dwarf does have a strong ability, whether it is sensitive to metals or business planning, it is outstanding - especially the former, although the dwarves in the eastern forest are also good at casting, But not as good as Crane.

His mind couldn't help turning: what does Crane like?The most important thing is of course money.The price of one piece of armor in Gentry can make Crane follow Iris to the west to work hard. This is a market that bullies dwarves who don't understand armor.

The price of armor in the past few years is not bad. A set of infantry armor with average protection and excellent flexibility is priced at five to twenty silver terries. The ones even come close to a Gentry set.

And this is only the price of infantry light armor. It is unimaginable for ordinary people to replace it with knight armor, or those plate armor with excellent protection and enchanting.

How about... fooling the dwarves to the east together?
Once this thought rises, it can no longer be stopped.

When Cyril set his sights on the long-term, and wanted to do something in this chaotic era—not to mention reversing La Rochelle's decline, at least letting his power stand alone, it was obviously impossible for him to do it alone. of.

After all, he was just a lone traveler in his previous life, a ruthless relic search machine and a treasure chest devourer who would not leave a mouthful of soup for meat eaters. He had no experience in the Grand Guild at all, and it was simply a fantasy to start his own business.

But this does not mean that he is helpless. After all, as a wanderer who can skillfully obtain information from libraries and NPCs, he is familiar with too many NPCs and has assassinated countless NPCs. Naturally, there are many of them. Those with outstanding abilities.

However, it is still too early to specifically poach people everywhere. If there is no basis and no strength, they can't even do coercion by force. How can they abduct and sell talents?Are you talking about your dreams?

But if a ready-made tool like Klan's is in front of him, and there are obvious weaknesses, it would be a ghost if Cyril didn't try it.

He watched the dwarf come out of the alchemy workshop dejectedly. Obviously, he didn't get the expected information, so he waved his hand to Kelan and put on an enthusiastic expression:

"Hey, are you interested in chatting?"

"Don't look at me with that elf face of yours, I hate elves." Kelan rolled his eyes at him and was about to walk away sullenly when he heard a "jingling" sound, and immediately alerted turned back--

The elf with a handsome face that was disgusting, especially to dwarves, was dangling a small sack in his hand, and he was all too familiar with that voice.

Terry!And it's Gentry!

"The mutton and wine in Torch City are very good, but it's boring to eat alone. I heard that the dwarves have always been good at drinking, and they are all experienced travelers with endless knowledge. I don't know if you... ..."

"Of course, of course!" The dwarf's eyes lit up, and he walked back to Cyril quickly, "You can just call me Klan, the dwarves of our Snow Furnace tribe are the best drinkers, and I will definitely have a good drink with you !"

Cyril flipped his hands, put the money bag in his bag, turned and walked towards a tavern.And the dwarf followed behind him so wobbly, which was quite funny.

People who are proficient in food and dwarves get along better, there is no doubt about it.Dwarves are all gourmet masters. Unlike elves who claim to be noble and more inclined to natural and authentic flavors, they are good at seasoning, and their tastes are often unclear. When the wine is not good, they can drink endlessly. Just blushed, and when I blushed, I started to get muddy——

Just like at this time, the dwarf was already resting one foot on the long black pine table, using his thick and short fingers to grab a steak that was about the size of his face, biting the mutton with a flushed face, while shouted:

"Du fruit wine? You can brew du fruit wine? Oh my God, Danya, let me have a sip! I'd like to pay ten gold... No, this piece of meat is yours!"

As he spoke, he tore off the cutlet that was narrower than his fingers, and put it on the empty plate in front of Cyril, ignoring the commercial smile on the half-elf boy's face, and grabbed He picked up a jug of wine and drank a few gulps, then began to tear the mutton again.

Cyril touched the purse. The dwarf has eaten ten silver terries so far, but he hasn't shown any signs of being full or getting drunk...

He suddenly became worried, and borrowed seven Gentry from Mia, just to prevent the people in the alchemy workshop from charging too high a price. At this time, the remaining two Gentry were used to deal with the dwarves...why? Feel a little insufficient?
Shouldn't we go upstairs to the tavern and ask Mia to come to the rescue?
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The state is not very good, and there will be another update later, I will continue to write.

(End of this chapter)