Chapter 361 Dwarf King City

Grete looked up blankly. The dwarf is not tall, with a broad and thick chest, and that chest is particularly suitable for resonance. A dwarf yelling was like thunder, and a group of dwarves let out a loud shout, "Hey guys, there were ten subwoofers installed in a small screening room with 20 people, and they all fired at the same time..."

And they're still in the cave, the echo effect, super doubled.

It’s so noisy, but keep smiling...

At this moment, Gretel saw the young dwarf sitting opposite him across the long table. He blinked at him and showed a smile that said, "I can't help it, I'm helpless too."

Gretel: "..."

Phew.

He speaks softly, has no qualifications to speak, and has to accompany and listen to this kind of meeting. It is the most painful...

The meeting on the morning of the first day, described in modern diplomatic terms, can be said to be "a frank and in-depth exchange of views between the two sides." Grete listened patiently to Noon, and finally heard something interesting:

Simply put, the Dwarf Kingdom is a resource-based country, and it is a resource-based country that cannot be self-sufficient in food. It relies on exports in exchange for food. This kind of economic structure is inherently dangerous, but unfortunately, the type of their exports is still very single...

Ore, refined ore, and semi-finished products.

Copper ingots, iron ingots, mithril ingots, fine gold ingots, and various metal ingots.

Weapons, armor...

That’s it for commodities. Others are all minor items, accounting for too low a share to be worth mentioning.

The prices of metals such as copper and iron are low, freight is high, and profits are slim. Exporting metal ingots is somewhat meaningful, but exporting ore basically has no one to pull it;

Adamant gold is too hard, has extremely poor magic-guiding properties, and is difficult to smelt. It is mainly used to make knight equipment. Those knight masters are not as happy to spend money as magicians;

Only Mithril was originally the most important export item. As a result, from last year to now, the Magic Council's import volume of mithril has dropped by half, while the import volume of mithril ore has increased 20 times. In this way, the dwarf kingdom calculated its income for the past year and found that it still lost money:

"We imported fifty thousand less barrels of ale last year! One year! Fifty thousand less!"

Do you know what fifty thousand barrels is?

That is to say, the miners worked hard for a year, and their output increased twenty-fold. Looking back, they drank one less barrel of ale every month!

"You magicians are as cunning as foxes in the snow! You keep treating us as friends and brothers, but secretly, you are trying your best to squeeze out our blood and sweat!"

Gretel: "...cough."

Capital comes to the world...

Thank God, this torture of hearing finally came to an end at noon. Everyone walked towards the restaurant, and the young dwarf immediately came to Grete's side and tried his best to stand on tiptoes:

"Are you Master Nordmark? My name is Gavin, and Master Talbot is my grandfather! Thank you for taking care of my grandfather along the way. Are you free this afternoon? I will take you to visit the royal city!"

"...I have to ask the Archmage first. You know, I'm just a low-level mage, so I may not be able to wander around."

Archmage Serrano got what he wanted and kicked Gretel out. Anyway, there is an internal meeting of the trade group in the afternoon, mainly with several archmages expressing their opinions. Gretel can go out for a walk, and he can also build a good relationship with the dwarves...

Although the dwarves are not tall, the royal city is quite grand, with a huge piece of the mountain hollowed out. Gavin took Gretel straight to the center of the royal city. After walking for a while, a heat wave hit his face.

Grete reflexively added [cold and heat resistance] to herself.

Gavin laughed: "It's hot, isn't it? In front of you is the melting pot, which was the lava brought from the ground by [Mage King] Raymond and the Seven Sages six hundred years ago. The best weapons in the royal city are all produced here. The most difficult ore to smelt can only be refined with lava from a large furnace."

That's not necessarily the case. Isn’t the oxygen-blown converter fragrant? Gretel complained silently. It's a pity that he is not a professional in smelting. He had only managed to build an oxygen pipeline with the support of the Magic Council before. Now let him rub it with his own hands, uh, forget it.

The melting pot is indeed terrible. From afar, Gretel saw a high dome. Under the dome, a huge blast furnace stood majestically, with waves of heat billowing. Looking from a distance, countless black shadows are standing on the edge of the red magma, busy and making endless clanging sounds.

For such a big melting pot, the width of the roads around it is naturally amazing. Grete's visual inspection revealed that it was at least six lanes wide in both directions, and some bright lines were drawn on the ground so that people would not collide when walking. There were dwarves constantly running around pushing carts and wheelbarrows, unloading carts of goods to the edge of the magma pool, and pushing new goods away.

Grete was still 20 meters away from the magma pool and refused to get any closer. [Resistant to cold and heat] It can still withstand it. In fact, the effective range of this magic is said to be from -45 degrees below zero to 60 degrees above zero, and it can still remain comfortable. However, you can’t stay comfortable but you can’t stay safe!

What if something happens to the furnace? The last time he went to visit the mithril smelting, he saw that the lava was gurgling and could explode at any time!

Gavin didn't force him and took him around in a circle, along the circular passage. Pointing as you go:

"This is the Red Iron Hall, where ordinary miners live..."

"This is the Hammer Forging Hall, where the forgers live. The tools we use every day and the mass-produced weapons are all made here..."

"This is the Steel Blade Hall, a military camp and a training area for warriors. Most people are on patrol now. You can come over and take a look in the evening. There are a large number of knights coming back from patrol. It's still very nice to see!"

"This is a trading area, and foreign caravans all live here. There are a lot of people coming here these days, and there are a lot of goods. Come, I will take you for a walk..."

He raised his legs and walked inside. Gretel followed behind with Bernard. After walking a few steps, he heard shouts one after another:

"Whale meat! Whale meat is sold cheaply! One pound is only a copper! It's so fat and tender that the whole family can eat it for a day!"

...How poor is this, dragging all the whale meat back? When whales are hunted, don’t they only take the whale oil and whale brains, and throw away all the whale meat?

"Derven venison! Walrus jerky! Seal jerky! Dried cod! Authentic products at a reasonable price, large quantities will give you a discount!"

Gretel quickly added a bubble spell to himself. Is this dried meat pickled or sun-dried? The smell is too smoky. Don't let it get moldy, right?

"Ale! The best Thunder Ale! Refreshing and pleasant, with bubbles dancing in every sip!"

...Are you sure it's beer and not carbonated drinks? Hey, it seems there is no Coca-Cola in this world...

"Machete! Warhammer! Sword! The best weapons are all available in Jean's Blacksmith Shop for you to choose from!"

Humans, dwarves, barbarians, all kinds of cries were heard. Grete walked forward despite the noise, and after passing half of the shops, he suddenly heard someone shouting in the distance:

"Listen to the gospel of God! Listen to the teachings of the Lord of Glory! Have Holy Communion!!!"

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