Ride and Cut

　　 The dwarves did not play official roles, they were really in a meeting to discuss.

　　 A stone house with no extra furnishings except for a few chairs. Robbie faced the fireplace and silently watched the tea boiling in the iron kettle. Sendak stood behind him with his hands in his trouser pockets. Further away, several dwarf elders with white beards and hairs were sitting in the middle of the room. One of them stood up and began to express his views, trying to win the support of others.

　　 "This is our most important secret, and I am opposed to revealing it to anyone other than our dwarves."

　　 "Important secrets may not be important to others." Sendak is actually very old, but in this room he is still a young man with more radical views.

　　 "Besides, without the help of Lord Richard, the tribe might have been broken by Minotaur."

　　 "He didn't want to help us, that person had his own purpose. Maybe he wanted to share the profits of the iron ore, maybe something else." The elder who spoke first responded.

　　 Ordinary dwarves may be a little more silly, but these old men in charge of a tribe are already human beings. They would not easily believe that it is a partner of justice who came to help the punches, and there must be deeper interests behind them.

　　 "But objectively it did help us, I think no one can deny this."

　　 The true manifestation of the simplicity of dwarves is that they are indeed grateful for the kindness of others, which is a rare virtue in humans.

　　 Another elder reached out his finger and tapped on the armrest, and said to his colleagues on the left and right: "I think Sendak's idea has his reason."

"Seconded."

"be opposed to."

"be opposed to."

　　 The expressions of several elders are in a stalemate, and they look at each other, and they all have a look of disobedience.

　　 "Elders." Robbie turned around. This is the first time he has taken the initiative to speak at a meeting of elders since he assumed the duties of the patriarch. Perhaps because of tension, his voice trembled slightly.

　　 "We must admit that the chance of failure still exists, and the shadow of failure never goes away."

　　 He didn't specify, but the other elders obviously knew what they were talking about and nodded slightly in agreement.

　　 "With the strength of Brother Richard, Xu Hui is the last hope. After all, no one in the tribe is as strong as him."

　　 After a while whispering, the new view was finally supported by most of the elders.

　　 "The meeting is adjourned and then executed."

　　…………

　　 When Robbie and Sendak found Richard, the latter was looking for a whip all over the world.

　　 The two giant shamans curled up in the corner as if they had done something wrong, their simple brows huddled together and looked very sad. The problem is that they are almost as tall as the Dwarf Stone House even if they are curled up.

　　 Nehru sat next to the two team leaders and watched it all, grinning gleefully.

　　 The last time I defeated dozens of Minotaurs in the last battle, Nehru was not in the system queue, and all his experience was cheap.

　　 That large amount of experience allowed him to go straight to two levels, and naturally it was an increase in intelligence. Hum is a very vigorous giant shaman, after a period of brewing, he also awakened a new earth spell by the way.

　　 This was a good thing at first, but it was this spell that almost made the lord's popularity into a heart attack, because its name is-the soil is fertile.

　　 "Which kind of spell should be awakened at random." Annie was gently trying to dissuade Richard's violent tendencies.

　　 "No, it must have something to do with my own inclination. They both owe a beating." Nehru immediately chose to raise his hand to expose.

　　 Fertile soil, as the name implies, can increase the fertility of the soil and make it more suitable for crop growth.

　　 The lord the lord most hopes to get the powerful spells of the energy-shaping system, and secondly, blessing spells such as the stone skin technique can also be accepted. But in any case, "fertile soil" is too useless for alpine castles-the climate of the wilderness itself is not suitable for the development of planting.

　　 Soil fertility art also has a quite rooted and slightly ironic nickname: the best spell.

　　 This nickname can be traced back to a school called the Physiocratic School of Magic in the Freedom Doctrine period. Their main view is that agriculture is the foundation of survival, so magic must be kept away from war, and all magical use should serve the development of agriculture.

　　The spell of fertile soil is highly praised by the archmage of Quinay, the representative of the school, and he praised it as the best spell in the world without hesitation.

This kind of pastoralism is undoubtedly very beautiful and even lovely. It is a pity that this beauty and cuteness cannot be accepted by most people in the world. The Physiocrats only disappeared in a flash in history, without causing half a wave. .

　　They are committed to peace, but the world has never given them peace. And the idea of ​​not defending by force is more fragile and weak than papyrus.

　　 "Brother Richard, don't be angry, the elders have something to do with you." Robbie spread his hands and stopped in front.

　　 Lord Lord gave up the idea of ​​jumping over his head out of reason.

　　 "What's the matter?" Annie breathed a sigh of relief, and asked more smoothly.

　　 "Trivia about logistics and tactical arrangements." Sendak lied quietly.

　　 Woya Trading Company and Gaoshan Fort are both friends of dwarves, but friends who make money together and friends who give charcoal in the snow are obviously different~www.readwn.com~ so there is only one goal to share secrets.

　　 Richard thought there was something really important, so he threw aside the whip he had just gotten aside and gave a pitiful grunt before he left.

　　 There is a relatively spacious stone house nearby that serves as the dwarf's meeting room, but Richard discovered that their destination is not there, but gradually walked away in a remote direction.

　　 "The elders are not in the chamber?" He was a little curious.

　　In my impression, all of the old clappers were pale because of lack of sun exposure, and maybe they had replenished the sun collectively.

　　 "Waiting for you in front." Sendak replied with his head up.

　　 "Brother Richard, do you know why we must guard this place under our feet?" Robbie suddenly asked as he walked on the road.

　　 "Guard the iron ore that your **** has given you." Richard's tone was unconsciously a little owed. After all, no one had seen God before, and he was born with a lack of awe of unproven things.

　　 He regretted it a little as soon as he said it. After all, since the dwarf can fight for what it is now, faith should be unimaginable piety. He didn't want to fall out with the dwarf because of a bit of mouth addiction.

　　 However, it turns out that this concern is completely unnecessary.

　　 Neither Sendak nor Robbie had any sense of anger at all, and they did not act like a devout believer at all.

　　 "Actually...that's only part of the reason."

　　 Walking side by side, Richard was condescending and could only see Robbie's head. He didn't know what his facial expression was, but he could also hear the emotions hidden in his tone of complexity and entanglement.

　　 "Wait." Richard closed his eyes and pinched the flesh of his eyebrows. No matter how dull he was, he felt the abnormality, "I'm going to hear a secret next, right?"

　　 "Not to hear, but to see." Sendak quickened his pace.