After the holy sword is broken

Chapter 43

There are twelve clans of dwarves living in the Northland Mountains.Among them, four clans have existed in name only, and the huge family power has disappeared in the long river of history.

The remaining eight families live together under this mountain range, and elect the leader of the whole family every 200 years, that is, the dwarf king.

In each election, the big families called the Twelve Clans, but actually the Eight Great Clans, first nominate a candidate from within the clan, and then the whole clan conducts the election.

This dwarf king came from the Ruger clan, which was the origin of the forging skill inherited by Burgess.

"The current Dwarf King is my teacher and the nephew of Master Andrew. You can also say that he is my elder brother. It's just a private meeting, so don't be too nervous."

"But, why did you guys bring me when you met?"

"Because he wants to see his brother-in-law, that's not too much."

"..."

Alger sighed: "It's reasonable, but I'm actually not..."

"You agreed." Burgess interrupted him, and said sullenly.

"..." When did I agree to what?

"Even if it's just a show, you have to do a full set, right? He already knows that you are my partner, do you want to commit the crime of deceiving the king?"

Do you have any misunderstanding about the crime of deceiving the emperor?

Seeing Alger's speechless look, Burgess smiled, the loss and sadness on his face were swept away, and his tone returned to seriousness.

"Forging the holy sword is a big project. Don't think that you can hide it from other people's eyes and ears. At least go to the dwarf king to report it."

Alger breathed a sigh of relief: "It's time to see you."

Recently, Burgess really likes to tease him more and more...

"And he does want to see his sister-in-law."

"..."

When the two were talking, they didn't notice that there was a faint green shadow flashing in the corner of the room.Crimson eyes, quietly looking around.

Those eyes did not look at the two people who were sitting and standing. The power of the gaze would arouse the vigilance of the strong.The existence hiding in the shadows clearly knows this well.

The dwarf king lives in an underground palace.

"You don't think that the underground buildings of the dwarves are only destroyed dungeons?"

Walk up the dimly lit stairs, spiraling down.The sound of footsteps echoed in the passage, and the torches on both sides were burning quietly, but the air was very clean, as if there was a good ventilation system.

The entire passage is very wide, and the further you go, the wider it becomes.

I don't know how long I walked, and suddenly my eyes opened up.

The field of vision was pulled away at once, and the magnificent underground palace appeared in front of him.

Polished and smooth rocky ground can reflect human figures.The stone pillars, which could not be measured by five people surrounded by them, were so high that they submerged into the darkness on the top of the palace.On the surrounding stone walls, it seems that trails have been built, and small figures can be seen walking above.

Walking down the stairs and standing in a corner of the palace, you can instantly feel how small you are.

Right in front of the palace, there are tall and wide steps, and at the top of the steps, there is a throne.

There was no one sitting on it.

Argel was about to ask something, but he heard a thick voice from a lower position beside him.

"Burgens."

Following the source of the sound, Alger looked down, and saw that it was a dwarf.

Wearing a heavy coat made of wild animal skins, it looks extraordinarily strong.Like other dwarves, he has a long beard, but it is well groomed.

Probably because of their different races, their appearance couldn't be discerned any different from other dwarves, but they exuded a forceful aura.

There are many ornaments made of gold and precious stones hanging on the body, which are dazzling.

He held a short staff in his hand, with a topaz the size of a fist inlaid on it. The whole staff was very thick and made of unknown metal, and it looked quite heavy.

but……

Alger looked at the tail of the staff that was stuck on the ground, probably, for a dwarf, this is not a short staff.

"Your Majesty." Burgess replied with a smile.

This is the dwarf king.

Alger bowed slightly, and performed a soldier's courtesy to him: "It's the first time we meet, Your Majesty."

When the tail of the scepter was tapped on the ground, it made a dull sound, like a shock coming from the depths of the earth.

The common language of the mainland is clearly pronounced, and the voice is thick and full of majesty.

"If you really respect me, you shouldn't have stepped into the territory of the dwarves. Burgess, why did you get mixed up with the Poet of Truth?"

The other party told his origin in one word, Alger was not surprised, he just stood up again after the ceremony: "Your Majesty, there are also dwarf craftsmen in the Poem of Truth's residence."

The dwarf king held the scepter in his hand, his expression was cold, his black eyes were like cold stars, and he looked straight into Alger's eyes, as if he wanted to see through his soul.

Obviously looking up, but in terms of momentum, it seems like looking down.

"Okay, cousin, your height really doesn't have any coercion at all."

Borgins' voice sounded, leisurely, but it seemed that he stepped on the dwarf's painful foot.

The dwarf king, who was serious just now, jumped into a rage in an instant.

"What do you think it's good to be tall! You can't even enter the mines! Go in and hit the door frame, and make clothes and waste fabrics! No dwarf girl would like a tall person like you!"

Burgess smiled, and pulled Alger over, "Come, meet your sister-in-law, Your Majesty the dwarf king who has lived for more than 200 years without a wife."

The dwarf king was so angry that he raised his scepter to hit him, but Alger took it with his bare hands.

"Your Majesty, please be patient."

"The Ruge clan cleans up the house, and you don't need you, a poet of truth, to persuade you!"

Burgess hid behind Alger: "How dare you hit me with a stick? Do you believe me or not? I can call the old man out of the retreat with a single word!"

"It's also a good time to show him your new daughter-in-law!"

"Is there anything you can't see? How beautiful!"

"Looks good! Tall, thin and beardless, bitch, I'm so ugly with you! You bastard, come out to me! What kind of man is hiding behind his wife?!"

"Two, calm down."

In the end, under Alger's dissuasion—mainly because he was holding the scepter and the dwarf king couldn't pull it out—the three finally sat down calmly.

"Humph!"

Well, maybe, maybe, His Majesty the Dwarf King is not very calm.

"Tch." Burgess sneered.

Alger held down Burgess's hand with a headache, moved closer, and whispered, "Enough is enough."

Burgess' ears were reddish, and the corners of his mouth curled up almost imperceptibly, and finally he didn't continue to fight with the dwarf.

"I already know about the sword. Personal hatred is another matter. After all, it is a sacred weapon that guards the mainland. The dwarves, especially the Luge clan, will try their best to help you."

Burgess smiled: "Thank you, Your Majesty."

"Hmph!" the dwarf king muttered angrily, "How many times can I hear you call me Your Majesty throughout the year? Now I'm working hard. Don't give me peace of mind."

"Okay, thank you cousin."

The dwarf king waved his hand: "Get out, get out, don't let me see you, I'm so annoying."

Burgess blinked: "Goodbye, cousin."

Alger stood up and was about to salute the dwarf king, but he heard the other party say to Borgins: "You can bring him with you on Easter Sunday in three days' time. Live a good life and stop fooling around."

Burgess was silent for a while, then suddenly pulled Alger's sleeve, walked towards the stairs, and waved his hands without looking back: "Got it."

"Brat, no big or small, really spoiled..."

The dwarf king was still behind them and they were complaining, and the two had already walked into the stairs, going up step by step.

The torches on both sides of the aisle were burning quietly. When the figure passed by, the flame flickered a little, and then quickly returned to calm.The sound of stepping on the steps echoed in the passage, making the two of them extremely silent.

Alger asked him, "What's wrong with you?"

Just now, Xianxin was arguing with the dwarf king, why is he suddenly unhappy?

Burgess stopped and turned to look at him.

The sapphire blue eyes reflected the firelight, condensing into small dots of light.

Alger felt that these eyes were deeper than usual, full of incomprehensible emotions.

like a sigh.

"If you're really my partner, that's fine."

Back at Burgess' residence, apprentice Eli came running over in a hurry.

"Teacher, it seems that the house has been stolen."

"Stolen?" Burgess frowned, "Aren't you always at home?"

Eli was about to cry: "Yeah! That's why it's scary. I only heard the sound of something falling, but, but there was no sign of the thief. I don't know if he is still there, is there any What are you throwing away..."

Alger patted him on the shoulder: "Don't worry, don't be afraid, can you tell me where the noise you heard first came from?"

Eli sniffed: "Follow me, please."

The layout of Borgins' residence in the Dwarf Empire is very simple.

Two bedrooms, two bathrooms, a kitchen, an alchemy room, a forge room, an altar room, a utility room, and the main hall.

Among them, the apprentice's room is adjacent to the kitchen, and the kitchen is connected to the main hall. To go to the apprentice's room, one must first pass through the kitchen.

Burgess' room is directly connected to the main hall and has its own bathroom.

The altar room is located next to the alchemy room.

The utility room is adjacent to the forge.

"I was in the kitchen preparing dinner, and then, I heard movement here."

The apprentice led them to the utility room. The things here were originally classified and placed neatly, but now they were messed up.

The metal block that was cast into a cube fell to the ground, and the smooth surface was dented.The fur of the beast was scattered all over the place.Several old chairs were brought down, and an abandoned wooden barrel also fell to the ground.

The air smelled of dust.

Alger stepped forward to check it out, and reported:

"Three feet tall, no more than three and a half feet tall, weighs about forty pounds. Very mobile, not looking for anything, but vandalism.

"Eli, is there anything else unusual?"

"And then the teacher's room." As soon as Eli finished speaking, the three of them heard a soft sound at the same time.

It seemed to be the sound of a bottle being poured, and then a series of "clinking" knocked down.

Alger reacted first, ran out of the utility room, and blocked in front of the kitchen door.

There was no trace of the murderer at all, only a few seasoning bottles rolling on the table, the powder and liquid in the bottle spilled a piece, mixed together, and dripped to the edge of the table.

"what!"

Eli screamed and rushed forward, but he still couldn't save the oil bottle that fell off the table. The glass shattered to the ground, and not a single drop of the olive oil inside was spared.

The little boy cried and muttered angrily, "It's messed up again."

The teacher won't scold him, right?

The family was not optimistic about it, and nothing was done well, making a mess.

But his teacher didn't have time to take care of him for the time being.

"Alger?"

The executor of the poem of truth has already rushed out of the door, chasing after the culprit he locked.

The day he first came to the Dwarf Empire, he was right.

The shadows running over the ruins of the dungeon are goblins.