Medieval Empire Soldier Chapter 138

There was nothing special about it. The baron felt a rare comfort in the territory. After simply dealing with the official business piled up during the war, on the third Sunday of December, Lallen invited the sorceress of Paradise who was resident in Oak Town. Rosamina von Julievno went to the dwarf community in the town together. Oak Town attracted many mountain dwarves. Under the hype of the Overland Chamber of Commerce in several provinces, and the endorsement of imperial heroes, many dwarves Willing to come to this thriving northern town.

"Ms. Rosamina, has a new magic potion been developed in the mage tower recently?" Lallen said as he walked, the baron was in a good mood: "The magic potion you made saved a lot of lives in the war, I Hope to expand production more.”

"Baron, do you think you can develop a new type of magic potion casually? How can it be that easy." Rosamina rolled her eyes at the baron and said angrily, "Let's not talk about the precious raw materials, it's just me. Ingredients, grinding, and extraction, you can't be busy at all, okay?"

  Baron Draco and the sorceress walked together in the town in early winter. The newly appointed Sir Adrian Gentlely put one hand on the hilt of the sword and followed behind the two.

The appearance of the baron was widely loved by the townspeople, but the mysterious and strange sorceress made the simple townspeople vigilant. The babies disappeared one after another, and the rumors in the market became more and more mysterious. The townspeople could not understand why the noble baron did not drive the sorceress out of the town.

The sky in the distance was clear and cloudless. Walking on the street with the rammed stone pavement, Lallen watched the residents prepare for winter. Many people were chopping wood, and some townspeople were taking water from the diversion canal. After the construction of the four large dwarf waterwheels, the newly built canal connects the York River and Oak Town, the sanitation situation in the town is greatly relieved, and the residents have a clean water source. Long before the canonization of Laylen, the territorial residents were forbidden to live in the town. Defecate anywhere inside.

"Magic potions are essential. You can appropriately recruit one or two mage apprentices to assist you. Just like a dwarf craftsman, the simple and tedious processes are handed over to the mustache. At least you don't have to do everything alone." Laylen casually said. said.

"Hehe, Baron, I have high requirements for my future apprentices. Apprentices with both magical talent and certain knowledge are not qualified even in Altdorf City." Rosamina's long brown hair Floating in the winter wind: "I don't want to hire a careless guy to destroy my mage tower. In the Royal Mage Academy, there should not be too many examples of magical backlash caused by a mistake, especially It is the Mage Academy that studies Aksha, the wind of flames, and every morning at dawn, several corpses that are charred and smelling of scorched flesh are transported out."

".I understand, I believe you are sure to teach one or two apprentices and avoid those backlash accidents, right?" Laylen continued: "The staff I gave you is not a mortal thing. ."

"Okay, okay, I'll start thinking about suitable candidates for a mage apprentice, my dear baron, are you satisfied?" Rosamina pouted and said: "Then my mage tower needs more financial support, I'm anyway I can't afford those precious magic spar."

"Don't worry about this." Lailun thought for a while, and continued: "The control of magic spar in each province is very strict. I will ask His Majesty the Emperor for permission to trade a small amount of spar. His Majesty Franz should agree. There are also a lot of magical minerals in the forest of the elves. After returning, my affairs officer Pittman will discuss with you."

"That bald clerk? His character is stubborn and annoying. Every time you go over your expenses a little bit, your clerk will keep talking about the cost." The sorceress said hesitantly. Turning her head to look at Adrian, Rosamina looked confused: "By the way, baron, what about the kingdom knight who often traveled with you before? He...wouldn't he be in danger on the battlefield?"

   "I will tell Nicas-Francis what you said truthfully." Lelan smiled, and the baron asked curiously, "What? You care about him?"

   The sorceress blushed and asked stiffly: ".You answer my question first, where is Sir Francis?"

"Francis went to carry out the task I arranged for him. The security issues in several villages in the Barondom of Draco have not yet been resolved. Francis will not be back for a while until the supervision of the construction of fortifications and the training of the militia is over," Lallen said truthfully. .

  The sorceress Rosamina complained in a tone of voice: "He just came back from the north with you for a few days! As a baron, he doesn't understand the hard work of his knights at all. Is your heart made of obsidian?"

  Lyren didn't care what the sorceress said, he only retorted: "So I am a qualified and competent baron."

After    Baron Draco and the sorceress walked a long distance, they have come to a corner of the town, where the dwarf community is located.

This is a hill with a slightly higher terrain. At first glance, there are three stone statues of the gods and gods of the ancestors of the dwarves standing at the most conspicuous place. From left to right are the butcher and the **** of war, Green. Mnir, Granny, **** of masons and tools, and Valaya, goddess of reproduction and life.

Grimnir's upper body is naked with horned dragon-like muscles, and the image of a lively butcher has a tall Mohican hair on the top of his head. The stone statue of Granny is more inclined to the stereotype of a dwarf. Beard, eyes full of wisdom, with old wrinkles on his face, one hand is an iron chisel and the other is a hammer.

It is worth mentioning that there is no imaginary beard on the stone statue of the dwarf goddess Varaya, a long hair that is thick and tied with a stone ring, a plump and round body, full of maternal characteristics, and Varaya in the stone statue has one hand. Holding a baby and holding a battle axe in one hand, implying that the dwarf goddess also has a courageous side. In dwarven society, the ratio of males and females is extremely unbalanced. In a small family, it is extremely rare to have two or three baby girls among the twenty or so newborns. Therefore, the birth of each dwarf baby girl will be regarded as the blessing of the goddess Valaya by the bearded ones.

The road leading to the dwarf community was full of traffic. Many townspeople who lived nearby greeted the winter with laughter, and smoke rose from the chimneys of their homes. Many people went home with wine and a small piece of meat after their work. Ready for storage, they were talking loudly about the Baron's return and the end of the Northern War, and all they had to do was enjoy their lives.

"Ah! Mr. Lailun, a good friend of the dwarves, you are finally back!" On the stone sentry tower on the side of the gate of the community in front, a bearded dwarf with heavy arrows waved happily. He ran up to Lallen twice and couldn't stop laughing: "Walaya's cape, I'm so happy to see you come back safely! I'm going to drink two big barrels of beer tonight, Let's celebrate! Haha~~"

   "I'm also very happy, Mr. Dwarf." Laylen dismounted and asked with a smile, "I have something to do with Patriarch Langone, where is he?"

"The patriarch, he and the bearded men of several other clans are discussing matters in the community tavern, I will show you the way, Mr. Lailen, along the stone road that enters the door, the first street to turn right is the first one. Now, the patriarch and the others are right there!" The dwarf heavy arrow crossbowman stretched out his stubby fingers and kindly pointed out the location for Lallen.

   "Thank you very much, Mr. Dwarf, and I wish you a long and beautiful beard!" Lallen nodded in response.

The    Heavy Arrow Crossbowman glanced at the sorceress, muttering something "nasty guy" in his heart, but still smiled at Lallen.

After riding into the dwarf community, there are stone houses built everywhere, full of dwarf architectural style, thick and durable, although lacking some ornamental, but the dwarf works always focus on durability, there are several dwarf tool shops and bakeries on the street , The image above the store is decorated with hammers, sickles and rough bread, which is very conspicuous. The whole community is built around a tavern. An indispensable building in the life of dwarves, beer is more important to the people of the mountains than bread.

   The dwarves walking on the street recognized the Baron, and they greeted him loudly, and Layen nodded.

   Following the heavy arrow crossbowmen's guidance, Laylen and Rosamina soon found the tavern in the dwarf gathering place. Four rough imperial characters "Longbeard Tavern" were engraved on the lintel of the door.

   "That's it, let's go in." Leron turned over and dismounted, motioning for the two around him to follow him in.

Pushing open the door of the tavern, the smell of pungent beer mixed with the aroma of the food. There were only half of the tables and chairs in the tavern, but this did not affect the noisy atmosphere and the laughter at all. The sorceress frowned subconsciously, she couldn't stand it Rough style.

   "Try to get used to it. Dwarf friends are an indispensable part of our baronies, and their tools have also solved a lot of trouble for you." Laylen reminded.

  Although Rosamina didn't know what the baron was referring to, she nodded to show that she was clear.

It is very easy to find Langone-Stonehelm. The loudest voice came from the middle table, and a few white-bearded and long-bearded men were drinking dark beer and slamming the table: "We must build one first. A brewery! Yes, that's right! A brewery! A brewery that makes dwarven beer! And a canteen big enough for two hundred people, the kind for the clan to sit down together! Yes! , Dwarves need these, and I feel uncomfortable drinking the soft beer brewed by these human mustaches under the mountain every day!"

   "Yes! Granny is on top, our clans can unite, there is only one priority at the moment, build a brewery!"

"Yes! Yes! Yes! Everything else can take its time, the brewery and the canteen must not be without it! I don't want my great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-grandchildren to be born drinking only the ale of the human mustache, and the dwarves have to drink it. Beer brewed by dwarves, that's real dwarves! Not goblin stuff with beards!".

  The dwarf bearded men chatted non-stop, the more they drank, the more they drank. Under the stimulation of the high-strength beer, the face of the Langone clan leader was flushed, but his eyes became more and more transparent, and the more he drank, the more sober he became. The dwarves in the tavern were noisy and the atmosphere was hot. The mustache dwarves who ran the hall brought the beer barrel by barrel, and the old dwarf Elin Salton Brewmaster was also very busy.

"Patriarch Langone, my good friend!" At this moment, a familiar voice sounded, Langone-Stone Hammer's eyes widened, he abruptly stood up, and looked behind him in disbelief, with a dismayed expression on his face. Disguised joy: "Aha! Brother Laren! I knew it was you! Come, come!"

   Several long-bearded dwarves by the table looked at each other and stood up one after another. They knew that the lord of this human domain was coming. The long-bearded people bent slightly and shouted at Lallen: "Mr. Baron!"

Under the warm reception of the dwarf patriarch, Laylen sat in the empty seat at the large table. The sorceress Rosamina and Adrian had to sit at the wine table next to them. A dwarf waiter who ran the hall hurriedly brought the baron a table. A large plate of roast pie and a large mug of dark beer. The dwarf waiter also asked the sorceress and Adrian what they needed, and the two waved their hands to say no.

  Lyren sat down and looked at the white-bearded dwarves at the big table: "The bearded ones are all raw faces, Mr. Langone, are they all new dwarves?"

"Yes, Brother Lallen, let me introduce them to you, the patriarch of the Crushed Stone Clan, Shaden-Barrow, an outstanding clan, the Crushed Stone Clan has always been proud of their mine craftsmanship, they have a long history of miners and The history of masonry. Hani-Dorati, the patriarch of the Sons of Gunnar clan, the Sons of Gunnar clan is a veritable warrior clan, and the dwarf warriors in their clan are not inferior to the army of the High King! Ah! And the most important one, Bronzebeard Clan chief Karg-Vara, Brother Ryren, this clan is the best artillery maker west of Riptide! Brother Karg is a veritable dwarven engineer, and he's more than happy to serve you when he hears you're in desperate need of artillery!" Langoni touched his long beard, patted his stomach and said, "They are all excellent clans, and our bloodline can be traced back to the three ancestor gods and gods!"

   "You are very welcome to my domain, I am the baron here, Lallen-Wald." Lallen's happy expression surfaced.

"We've all heard your name, the baron here, the hero of the Empire, who killed a lot of Yankees, and also killed the bloodhound that we dwarves hated, the bloodhound of the evil **** who sacked Karak-Red-Eyed Mountain, although Red-Eyed Mountain has fallen, but that doesn't mean we forget our hatred! Grimnir's axe, but unfortunately I didn't let him die under my musket." The dwarf engineer wore a shawl and covered his hair under his long beard. He took half of his stomach and carried a large short-handled fire gun with him, a pipe in his mouth, and he could smell the strong smell of black gunpowder: "So, the dwarves are happy to use gunpowder in their mouths. Share the secret with the Lallen brothers!

"Yes, Baron, Langone told me that your territory can bring a stable life to my clan, and there is enough gold to support the clan, so here we are!" Belly, said loudly: "It's really good here! We're going to build a brewery and a big canteen first!"

   "Very well, how many of your people are there in the dwarf community?" Laren nodded repeatedly, he asked Langoni-Stone Hammer.

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