Knights and Magic Wand
Chapter 392 - 392 187 Helarn Mining Team_2

392: Chapter 187 Helarn Mining Team_2 392: Chapter 187 Helarn Mining Team_2 Speaking, he asked curiously, “And you?

Are you the army of the Klonia Kingdom or mercenaries hired by the Chamber of Commerce to save us?”

Edel…

Mining Chamber of Commerce?

Leon raised an eyebrow at the dwarf warrior’s inquiry.

He naturally had never heard of this organization.

But in the other’s words, the predecessor of Orland, the Klonia King’s Domain, was referred to with the “Kingdom” suffix like a nation…

Moreover, this dwarf referred to that thousand-years-ago founder of Orland, the ancestor of Olivia and former Flame Sun Forbidden Guard Commander who was demoted by Lola, the Dusk Knight Gervin, as “His Majesty.”

How did these short folks survive till now?

Even if the time and space were distorted in the spirit-like field, surviving for so long…

Leon remembered that the Magic Guidebook’s Ethnography said Helarnians only lived about three hundred years.

Pondering for a few seconds, then looking at the leading dwarf warrior, he prepared to inform the other of the unavoidable harsh reality.

Instructing Lokhak and Larian to keep an eye on the military formation in case of unforeseen events, Leon brought Kovis and Olivia aside.

Avoiding the ears and eyes of ordinary soldiers, he waved to the dwarf who had attacked him due to a misunderstanding earlier: “Are you the leader?

Come over and talk to me.”

Hem scratched his beard in confusion, not understanding the meaning, but still turned his head to let his subordinates stay put and walked over without carrying any weapons.

Halfway across, he glanced at the large number of “Miners” strewn horizontally and vertically on the platform and the “Melter Demon” body paralyzed in the distance, emitting a piercing alarm.

Such a massive property loss made the corners of Hem’s mouth twitch slightly under his beard.

This was a last-ditch defense measure to protect those in slumber, not considered his property.

Thinking that the minehead brother who organized this mine branch had already sacrificed himself at the onset of the disaster, Hem could only shrug sympathetically.

He stood in front of the army leader, hands on hips, looking up and testing, “So you’re neither from His Majesty Gervin’s army nor mercenaries of the Chamber of Commerce?

~Ha, rest assured, I won’t hold you accountable for the damage to the property.

Even if you’re a group of bandits, having saved us now, the Chamber of Commerce will reward you with a bounty.”

Leon regrettably shook his head at the dwarf clad in heavy armor: “I’m not a thief but the lord of this place, Baron Avalon of Nightmare Forest.

Although you consider us as Klonia’s army, it’s not exactly wrong.

The reason I’ve called you is to deliver some unfortunate news.”

“What?” Hem was unsure of the implications.

“The ‘Gervin’ of Klonia you mentioned earlier has been deceased for over a thousand years to this day.

And the Klonia Kingdom had unified the northern countries centuries ago and is now renamed Orland Kingdom,” Leon shrugged.

“…”

Old Stove Guard scratched his head, silent for a while before reacting.

“By Uvgaard’s beard!!”

Hem was so shocked that even his thick upper lip beard was blown up: “You mean we’ve been asleep here for a damn thousand years?!!”

Old Stove Guard couldn’t believe it; even if it was petrified slumber, they couldn’t have lasted so long.

Though far more long-lived than ordinary humans, a thousand years was enough to take away the lives of several generations of Helarnians.

Leon nodded sympathetically.

As time passed and circumstances changed, there was no way of knowing where the Helarnians had vanished from the continent centuries ago.

But by the time these dwarves who traversed the river of time returned home, their kin and acquaintances would have long perished, with their descendants several generations turned over.

Leon felt that, even considering a dwarf’s lifespan, the situation was akin to people living in the Qing Dynasty’s Kangxi Era waking up to find they had arrived in the twenty-twenties’ modern society.

Of course, looking at the degenerated level of civilization on the Western Continent today, perhaps saying it the other way round might be more apt.

Leon, thinking of this, couldn’t help but examine the handgun holster on the dwarf’s waist.

So it turns out someone in this world had already invented firearms.

He wondered about the principle behind that round-barrel handgun the other had used; he was still searching for similar materials to nitrate and sulfur in this world to experiment with whether gunpowder could work in this different time and space.

The progress was discouraging, but now having a technical predecessor might make things easier.

“It’s not that I don’t believe you, friend, but what you say is so hard to accept right now…

Let us leave here first.

I want to contact the Chamber of Commerce as soon as possible to understand the situation.” Hem paced with his head down a few steps, then turned away.

“…

How should I address you?” Leon suddenly asked.

“In your Felu people’s way of reading, I am called Hem Ironbeard, the captain of the ‘Rune Furnace Guard’ tasked with protecting this Edel Mining Team,” Hem replied.

“Well, Lord Hem, there’s another terrible news I need to inform you about.”

Leon said to the dwarf warrior, “I don’t know where the ‘Edel Mining Chamber of Commerce’ you mention is, but Helarnians like you have vanished from the continent for hundreds of years.

To be frank, everyone here, including myself, is seeing a living Helarnian for the first time.”

“Vanished?

What do you mean by vanished?”

Hem felt a chill run down his spine at the words from this man.

He couldn’t help but ask, “The Chamber of Commerce’s nearest station is in Silver Mountain City.

Are there no more of my kin there?”

Leon nodded, turning to glance at the Helarnian miners emerging from the secret room one by one, holding shields vigilantly.