book of old days

Chapter 124 The Great Master
A group of dwarves began to work in the hall, sorting out the gold treasures and sorting them out. The gold coins were picked out first, most of them were ancient Breton gold coins, and there were also rough Nord local gold coins. There are horse-head gold coins from Sri Lanka, and even gold coins with the sacred flame pattern in the Suleid region.

Then came the accessories. The value of the accessories inlaid with various gems and diamonds varied greatly. The dwarves wiped off the dust on them and placed them one by one in the box.

There are also those large pieces of armor, weapons, shields, etc., which are arranged on wooden shelves and placed in the hall, which looks a bit more stylish.

Wednesday is in charge of registering and compiling the books. Although its handwriting is a little naive, it is not bad at all, and it is very organized.

Xiao En noticed a very strange thing. Other goblins didn't seem to react to so much gold. It was like facing a pile of stones and bricks. The only thing that attracted them was probably Only acorn food left.

Only on Wednesday, the eyes looking at those golds are always envious and greedy, as well as a trace of complicated emotions.

It seems that Wednesday's thinking has completely changed, and it is completely different from ordinary dwarves.

Sean didn't know whether this change was good or bad, but it seemed that it was more beneficial at present. If there was no Wednesday, these stupid dwarfs would be really difficult to command.

Soon the gold treasures were collected, a pile of gold coins, a pile of jewelry, a pile of gold utensils, and a pile of swords and armor with certain use value. On Wednesday, I handed the written list to Sean, and Sean looked at it. The three-page list is full, and I feel so rich for the first time.

He made a rough estimate. The gold alone is worth at least [-] gold pounds. Those gems and accessories are difficult to measure, but no matter how conservative they are, they should not be less than [-] gold pounds. There are also those swords with historical value. , Armor, if you find the right buyer, it is also very valuable. The total value of his harvest this time should be around [-] to [-] gold pounds.

Such a sum of money can be called a huge sum of money. It must be known that the main sailing warship that Brighton has served the most, the Sea King-class battleship with 86 cannons, the cost of one is only one hundred thousand pounds.

The money in Sean's hand is almost equivalent to the value of a battleship.

Wednesday looked at Sean anxiously, "Master, you must have taken a lot of risks to bring back so many treasures."

"Yeah, I participated in several battles in this adventure, and I almost confessed twice, and the food was too bad. The fruit I brought was gone in a few days, and I had to eat it later to supplement vitamins. cabbage."

He casually picked up an apple on the table, and with a thought, the sun's rays converged into a golden knife in his hand, and he began to peel it deftly.

As soon as he turned his head, he found Wednesday staring at the knife in his hand with a look of awe on his face.

Before he could speak, Wednesday suddenly knelt down, "Oh, great master, please forgive me for not recognizing you, a great god walking in the world, what an honor it is to be able to serve you."

Cough, cough, Sean almost didn't choke when Wednesday made such a move. He never thought that Wednesday's reaction would be so big. Is it necessary to be so exaggerated? It's not like I haven't used magic before, but Wednesday was able to recognize it. This is a magic spell, a little magical, but is this magic of believing in God very advanced?
Perhaps this has something to do with its origin?

Sean's heart moved, "Do you recognize this thing?"

"That is a great and immortal divine power. I have never seen it before, but for some reason my heart tells me that I must respect it and respect its user, that is, you—great lord, please forgive me for treating you in the past. sorry."

Sean thought about it, and it seemed that the birth of the dwarf goblins might indeed have something to do with the belief in a god in a distant country. Maybe the dwarf goblin race was a member of a certain god of belief, or was created by a god of belief. Race, just like Orm's heroic warrior, Sindolla's Valkyrie.

"Don't be so nervous, this is a power I have only recently acquired, and it's normal that you didn't recognize it before."

Only then did Wednesday breathe a sigh of relief, "Excuse me, my great master, how did you obtain such amazing power?"

Sean chuckled, "It's not a big deal, it's just killing a god." He said, watching Wednesday's reaction carefully.

"Kill--Kill God!" Wednesday was stunned, his mouth grew wide, and his whole body was almost frozen there, as if the Friday or Monday when Sean asked him to eat bread.

"Are you OK?"

Sean dangled in front of Wednesday for a few times, but Wednesday didn't respond. It looked like a sculpture, as if it had been stimulated by something. Now Sean was a little scared, wouldn't he be scared to death?

After a while.

Keke——huh, Wednesday finally came to his senses. He looked at Xiao En with a more awe-inspiring gaze, and lay down on the ground, "Great lord, please allow me to retire temporarily. I think I need to think about it." Take a look at your life."

Sean waved his hand speechlessly and let Wednesday leave.

Sean saw Wednesday again during dinner, and it looked much lighter, as if a mountain that had weighed on him had suddenly disappeared.

Serve Sean dutifully for dinner.

Sean speculates that this is likely to be a psychological change caused by the reshaping of its three views after being impacted.

He didn't think too much about it, there were too many mysteries about the gnomes, but considering that they came from another world, it didn't seem to make sense to pursue its secrets.

Tonight's supper is toast, grilled sausage, cabbage soup, pickled onions, a bowl of oatmeal, and a bottle of cider to accompany it.

Sean's appetite was whetted by the fact that he was going home. He almost ate up all the food on the table, and in the end there was only half a piece of toast left. But he said anxiously.

"Master, can I have a try?"

"You mean bread?" Sean asked in surprise, holding the half piece of toasted bread.

"Yes master, I think, maybe I can try to eat some other food."

This is the first time it has made such a request, Sean was a little surprised, "Are you sure? There won't be any problems, right?"

Sean still remembers the reaction that seemed to be a drug test last time.

"I think it should be fine."

Sean handed him the bread, and Wednesday put the bread into his mouth as if he had made up his mind. At first he was very reserved, biting tentatively, but soon he began to chew, not sure if it was the taste It was so good, a line of tears flowed down my face.

(End of this chapter)