Chapter 458 I, the dwarf prince, make money
“I will strengthen the construction of militia forces north of the Weiss River, and at the same time inform other lords to be more vigilant.”
After making the above After the decision, Paul and Stanford did not have much discussion on the issue of dwarfs in the eastern Rocky Mountains.
Stanford asked about the other two exploration fleets.
“The last news from the fleet heading to the south was last month. A letter was passed back through the caravans. According to the above, the sending place was Naluo, located south of the Holy See. Kingdom—God knows where it is. They sent several letters with the same content at the same time, entrusting them to different caravans and adventurers, but only one got into my hands—all in all, I was lucky. , the fleet is in good condition and they plan to continue sailing eastward.”
Paul's brows furrowed next.
“As for the fleet sailing to the depths of the western ocean, unfortunately, there has been no news since its departure. Let us continue to pray to the Lord of Light to bless them.”
After listening to Paul’s words , Stanford had a vague premonition in his heart, and he could also feel that the lord also had a pessimistic mood towards the Western Exploration Fleet.
“That’s right!” Paul said in a brisk tone.
“I heard you came back with a dwarf this time?”
Stanford nodded and confirmed: "Yes, Lord Grayman. His name is Ymar, and he is our guide when we cross the Rocky Mountains."
"I want to see him immediately."< br>
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Imar was led into the hall with an uneasy look on his face.
Although he tried hard to pretend to be calm, he could never do it.
When he first entered the castle, the human guards touched his whole body inside and out.
This inspection reminded him of an unpleasant experience he had when he first entered human territory.
First he was asked to take a shower. At first he thought this was a unique custom of hospitality in the Northwest Bay. After taking a shower, he felt something was wrong. He was naked and covered by two people wearing white coats. The sturdy man held it down and inspected it, not even sparing his own anus.
I’m lucky that I didn’t suffer such a sin again when I entered the Lord’s Mansion.
A man who claimed to be Phillip's butler came in, served him a cup of honey tea, looked at him curiously and then left.
Emaar observed the furnishings here with great curiosity. In the corner of the reception room, a huge porcelain statue aroused his interest. The hammer is up, this bottle is so big, it's as tall as him. The vial that Stanford gave him was instantly worthless compared to the guy in front of him.
He stretched out his stubby fingers and touched the bottle with fascination.
"Count Grayman is here!" A sudden voice sounded from behind.
Imar was so frightened that he immediately retracted his hand.
He turned around, and a young human stood at the exit of the corridor looking at him.
Behind the opponent is Stanford, who said the words just now.
So, that young man is the owner of this land, Paul Grayman in Stanford's mouth.
"Hello, King of Men!" Emaar stepped forward to him and stretched out his hand.
But what puzzled him was that the human lord was motionless, just staring at him closely, with only his eyes moving with the target - himself.
Well, even if it is the first time to meet a dwarf, this attitude is too exaggerated.
"Too...too..."
What's too much! Both Emaar and Stanford looked confused.
“It’s incredible!”
“A living dwarf is standing right in front of me.” The human lord stood for a long time and finally said a complete sentence.
Both Emaar and Stanford underestimated the impact the dwarf's appearance had on Paul's heart.
In his previous life, he was a mild fan of Western fantasy. Fantasy words such as elves, dragons, wizards, etc. often lingered in his mind. He was also a fan of famous fantasy works such as The Lord of the Rings and D&D. Or set cloud powder.
After coming to this world, he has already seen the essential elements of the fantasy world of mages, Ladi Setia and Sylvia Ashtini, both of whom are witches or sorceresses. .
But they are also human beings after all - at least they are human beings in appearance and appearance, and they are still quite good-looking humans.
He has never seen a race other than humans.
Oh, not counting goblins, creatures that are almost beast-like and can’t even speak human words.
Paul reached out his hand and wanted to touch the dwarf's thick beard. Half way through, I felt a little rude and took it back. He immediately reached out to hold the dwarf's outstretched hand again.
This made the short guest a little angry.
"Lord Grayman, this is our guide, Mr. Emar Stonemason."
Stanford broke the silence.
"Oh! Welcome, please sit down, Mr. Dwarf."
Paul held the dwarf's hand tightly - hehe, the other side's hand was not weak - and greeted him to sit down again.
"The ruler of mankind!" As soon as he sat down, the dwarf couldn't wait to shout, "I have something to say to you alone."
Paul glanced at Stanford next to him, " Can't he even be there?"
Imar replied: "Yes"
He turned to Stanford: "I'm sorry, my friend, but what I have to say is really inconvenient."
Stanford nodded to express understanding, excused himself to Paul and left the hall.
“Those people?”
The dwarf pointed to the guard at the door.
Paul waved his hand, "Haha, you don't have to worry about that. They are all loyal to me. If one day they leak even half a word, it must be me who ordered them to do this. .”
The dwarf continued: "Okay, human lord, first of all I have to explain my identity. If you use human terms, I should actually be a 'prince' or something."
"Really? Paul was a little surprised, "That's really disrespectful, Your Highness."
The dwarf stared at Paul, "I have a pretty good deal, are you interested?"
< br>"Then...please tell me in detail."
The dwarf cleared his throat and lowered his voice and said:
"I was born in a dwarf clan in the eastern section of Rocky Mountain. I was originally the son of the clan leader, but I was framed by a villain. My stupid and incompetent father expelled me from the clan."
"Now you just need to provide me with an army, and then sponsor me with a large amount of money - preferably hard currency like gold and silver, or the thing called porcelain in your hand - and I can fight Go back and get the position of clan leader.”
“And once I get the position of clan leader, I will repay your help to me exponentially. There are countless mineral deposits in the Rocky Mountains, and my people will be rich. All of them are top-notch blacksmiths.”
After saying so much in one breath, the dwarf’s eyes started to turn red.
Paul was surprised!
He never dreamed that the dwarf he had just met could say such a thing.
Wait, why are these words so familiar?
(End of this chapter)