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Chapter 549 - 549 112 The Lively Dwarf King_3

549: Chapter 112: The Lively Dwarf King_3 549: Chapter 112: The Lively Dwarf King_3 If the Orcs are prepared to let us leave, let’s push for an escape plan.

If the breakout fails, we might as well fight the enemy.

After all, we don’t need to do anything extra.

If we successfully break out, it suggests we just got lucky.”

Duke Pias encouraged boldly.

No matter whether the orcs’ promise is effective or not, he must attempt it.

Compared to enemies of other clans hiding in the dark waiting for an opportunity, the enemies of the Rocknard family are quite clear.

If he doesn’t bring his army back, relying solely on the forces left at home, they won’t be able to handle the newly emerging military power—Hudson.

…

The Ashen Castle.

Low stone houses, coupled with the ringing sound of metalworking, make it a unique feature of this ancient city.

A continuous flow of all races on the streets and lanes, living together in peace, as if in a utopian society.

This unique view can only be seen in the capital of the Dwarf Kingdom, the Ashen Castle.

There are no over-complicated reasons.

It is simply that it is the largest arms production and sales center on the Continent of Aslante.

An innate racial talent is not something that could be reversed later in life.

The same raw materials, after being processed by Dwarves, always end up of better quality.

Any random Dwarf craftsman is considered a forging master in the outside world.

Almost all of the noble equipment on the continent is sold from here.

The high-end magic equipment components are also mostly forged by Dwarfs, then assembled and enchanted by Alchemist Masters.

It can be said that without the Dwarf Kingdom, the entire continent’s weapon forging level would drop two tiers.

In this chaotic world, no one can ignore the will of the arms tycoon.

Of course, anomalies like the Dragon Race that do not require weapons are exceptions.

Other races, if they want to do business here, have to obey the rules.

The fact that the Dwarf Race can thrive here has a strong correlation with their power.

Quite different from the large number of military forces of the Human race and the number of skilled fighters of Elfs, Dwarfs rely on their sharp weapon armors.

Various crossbow arrows, Magic Crystal Cannons…

all leading on the continent.

Their long-range attack capability is simply top-tier on the Continent of Aslante.

Although their comprehensive strength is not as good as the Human race, they are one of the top contenders on the continent.

A Clergy delegation entered the Dwarf Royal Palace without causing a ripple.

Arms trade often goes hand in hand with politics, and it’s not just about having money.

Big deals always involve first discussing politics, then prices.

The large forces’ military purchases, heading to the Royal Palace is completely right.

Although the Dwarf King doesn’t like this political game, for the sake of the national interest, he had to grit his teeth and go through it.

Looking at the barrel in front of him, estimating that the liquor inside would be no less than two pounds, Bishop Soren who was responsible for the mission secretly cursed.

This is the highest hospitality ceremony of the Dwarf Race.

However, this is their own claim.

In the outside world, they are obviously tormenting people on purpose.

How much to drink is entirely based on the Dwarf King’s mood.

Once it’s down, you’re friends with the Dwarf Race.

If you refuse, it is seen as disrespect.

Of course, there are exceptions.

For instance, when the Elf delegation comes each time, the big bowl becomes a small wine cup, and the strong liquor becomes fruit wine, showing full elegance.

“Bishop Soren, welcome to the Ashen Castle, please accept the highest respect from the Dwarf Race!

What’s the matter?

Why use such a small bowl?

For a distinguished guest, we should use a basin!

You know?

Go get my…”

Before the Dwarf King could finish his performance, Bishop Soren quickly interrupted, “Your Majesty, a bowl is enough.

I’m just a small Bishop, I can’t overstep my status.

The basin should be reserved for guests of more distinguished status!”

Having just finished speaking, he wished he could slap himself.

It was a typical case of speaking without thinking.

Such a big bowl of strong liquor could be lethal.

Unfortunately, the enthusiastic Dwarf King showed no sign of sparing him.

He waved his large hand and said, “Bishop, rest assured that besides the basin, we also have wine jars.

If the Pope comes one day, we will welcome him with a large vat of wine, to ensure you won’t be embarrassed!”

Not daring to let the Dwarf King continue to torment him, Bishop Soren immediately picked up the bowl of wine in front of him and drank it in one gulp.

“Thank you for your hospitality, Your Majesty.

Soren…”

Before Bishop Soren could finish his sentence, his bowl was filled again.

“Bishop, don’t be shy.

The Dwarf Kingdom and the Clergy have a long-standing friendly relationship.

For our continued friendship, you must have another bowl!”

Hearing the words “friendship”, Bishop Soren called out his discomfort.

The two parties indeed had a friendly relationship, but this only emerged in the last hundred years.

If you trace back in history, when the Clergy dominated the continent, there was certainly no shortage of disputes between the two.

Just by looking at the present scene, it is clear how deep their friendship is.

Bracing himself, he drank the second bowl, but the Dwarf maid continued to pour wine.

Bishop Soren ended up passing out on the ground.

It was embarrassing, but if he didn’t pass out himself, he would be forced to drink until he did.

By fainting of his own accord, at least he could drink a little less.

With the main person out cold, the Dwarf King lost interest in messing around and immediately ordered his maids, “Take the honored guest down for rest!”

After sending off Bishop Soren, the Dwarf King looked towards the Northern Continent, waved his hand to summon a confidant, and said, “Tell the Orc envoys that I’ve done them a big favor.

If they want us to intervene and mediate, let them show us a greater will.

Otherwise, if the representatives of the Human race follow with a bid, they’ll be in big trouble!”

Did the representatives of the Clergy want to bribe the Dwarf Race to stop getting involved in this war?

The Dwarf King currently assumed the answer was yes.

Even if a representative from another country comes, he would still think this way.

The truth isn’t important as long as he can ask for more.

In the Dwarf King’s view, the Human race is annoying, but the Orcs are no better.

Siding with the Orcs now is just because the power of the Human race is too strong.

If the Human race is allowed to keep growing, the Dwarves will have no place to gain a footing one day.

Since they’re all pests, he can’t do the job for free.

If they want the Dwarf race to join the mediation, they have to provide real benefits.