Chapter 367 The Agreement Has Been Reached, Are You Going Home Soon?

The conscience of heaven and earth, if it were not for the financial deficit, the Dwarf Kingdom would not want to export so much mithril.

——This thing requires magical smelting! A palm-sized piece of mithril would consume a high-level priest above level 10, as well as five or six mid-level priests, and a whole day's worth of magic!

If Mithril is not smelted, these magical arts can be used to treat diseases, injuries, and take care of pregnant women and young children. How many tribesmen can be helped. Even if no one is sick, using it to forge weapons and armor can bring them closer to God the Father, right?

If it weren't for the exhaustion of mining a large amount of ore, they wouldn't bargain hard!

So as soon as Archmage Serrano proposed the plan, the dwarves quickly agreed to take a look at the samples. The Dwarf King's City was originally located in the heart of the mountain. Not far from the civilian area, there were mines extending in all directions. It's not difficult to find a place to try out a steam engine.

Just, just...

Even if the steam engine is available, shouldn’t other equipment be customized first?

Grete followed him down the mine in confusion. Then, he watched helplessly as a bright light flashed, and Wizard Harry released the steam engine, which fell heavily to the ground. Then, he reached out and pointed at the copper ingots and iron ingots that had been shipped in advance and piled next to him...

The metal blocks deformed on the spot, turning into gears, bearings, rockers, and various other parts. Wizard Harry directed the dwarves to pick it up and assemble it on site, and it actually fit perfectly!

Even though Grete had seen the boss rub the mercury arc rectifier, he was still fascinated by it now. Until the steam engine pulled the mine cart, "clang", "clang", up the slope, he still couldn't come to his senses:

...The ability of this transformation magician is too unscientific!

The dwarves were already counting. Such a steam engine working at full capacity is equivalent to at least 20 dwarves, carrying ore uphill all day long. Moreover, it can work during the day and at night, which means that it can free fifty or sixty dwarves from the boring life of transporting ore...

And it only needs one person to watch over it! The fire is the magma from the ground, and the water is the snow water brought from outside the cave. The manager only needs to clean up and maintain it, and shovel the bottom of the boiler regularly! It's much easier than dragging a heavy mine cart up from the underground along the track!

Calculated this way, even if the output of mithril mine increases by 20 times, the labor put in by the dwarves will not increase, but will become much easier.

This business can be done!

The strong big hand of the dwarf elder immediately grasped Wizard Harry and shook it vigorously:

"This thing is good!"

Negotiations are progressing smoothly. The dwarves were able to get the same amount of money with less effort than before, and they also received additional orders - the trade group gave the processing dimensions, ordered 20 steam engines from the dwarves, and promised to continue ordering in the future - Be happy and smile.

The income from these orders instantly turned into grain, ale and wine on the purchase list.

On the day before the dwarf king's 400th birthday, they finally reached a preliminary agreement. According to the dwarf elders who presided over the negotiations, this agreement only needs to be approved by the elders and submitted to the king before it can be sealed.

The board of elders of the dwarf kingdom is composed of seven elders who are responsible for different affairs. Based on past experience, the group of elders generally will not interfere too much in agreements reached by the elder in charge of trade, and at most will make minor adjustments to individual clauses; and the king is already 400 years old, so he will not interfere too much...

Therefore, this negotiation has been considered a success!

Long live!

You can go home soon!

With such joy, the magicians attended the king's 400th birthday banquet. When sitting at the banquet table, everyone was in high spirits at the happy event. Even if the past two tables were guests of the Church of the Lord of Glory, the magicians just turned away and pretended not to see them.

——Anyway, the scene is lively enough and there are enough things to see without having to stare at annoying people!

Grete sat in the dining room, looking left and right, dizzy. He had previously held a free clinic in Mithril District for seven or eight days, and had gained enough popularity that half of the dwarves coming and going were nodding and smiling at him. Those who shook hands and patted their shoulders. If Gretel had not equipped himself with [Mage Armor] in advance, he would really be unable to bear this enthusiasm.

The blond orc who also attended the banquet as an envoy even brought the canine orc he rescued to specially come over to offer a toast.

Grete: "...No need to..."

The dwarf king's birthday banquet was hundreds of blocks ahead of the human banquet in terms of liveliness or noise. Two to three hundred long tables were set up in the cave hall, and at least several thousand people were cheering and drinking. The shouts, circles, and cheers vibrated back and forth under the dome, and the echoes were buzzing, making people's scalps explode with noise.

Even this cannot cover up the rough voice of the dwarf bard:

"The body of the giant Black Gate,

Used to create the vast land;

His bones made mountains,

The skull melted into the blue sky.

A dwarf appeared in the bone marrow of his arm,

A dwarf grew from the bone marrow of his finger.

Especially strong thigh bones,

Barbarian brothers grew from the bone marrow..."

Dwarves, humans, orcs, and barbarians, all gathered together under the dome. Gretel looked at the plate in front of him helplessly and had no appetite for the wooden wine glass that was bigger than his head. The food is sumptuous, including steaming haggis pie, beer-roasted pork ribs, smoked venison, and blood sausages of three different colors...

However, along the way, I have long been tired of it, how can I break it?

He wants to eat vegetables... He misses fruits... Why didn't he bring hundreds more canned fruits before coming out this time? No, why didn't he develop canned fruits when he was in the Mage Tower?

"Bernard, I leave it to you..."

Grete pushed the dinner plate aside. The bard sang the third song, and the cheers suddenly became louder. Seven elders filed in, followed by the dwarf king with a white beard and white hair, whose beard almost reached the ground. As he walked, he waved around and greeted the guests with a smile.

Gretel tried his best to stretch his head and look. A 400-year-old dwarf is almost equivalent to a human centenarian. This king has sagging skin, sparse hair, and many age spots on his face. However, he still walked steadily through the passage. When he stepped on the steps, he did not need anyone to support him step by step. It was obvious that he was also a strong warrior in his youth.

The king sat high on the throne, above Gretel's head, ensuring that all the guests could see it. Then, he picked up a golden helmet from the right side of the throne, filled it with wine, and raised it above his head:

"Thank you all guests for coming to my birthday banquet! After today, the new king selection competition will begin, and I will pass the throne to the new king according to tradition!"

Gretel: "...what?"

So is our agreement still in effect?

Can I sign a contract tomorrow?

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