Chapter 446 Father and Son

The palace is very spacious, not at all reduced by the size of the dwarf. Standing inside and looking up, the tall roof makes people feel dizzy, and the footsteps of hard leather straight boots on the hard yellow stone floor echo in the empty space. As I read, a feeling of insignificance arose spontaneously.

On the steps of the main hall, we finally saw the target of our trip, the old man of Tualatin, the Dwarf King Muradin. He was sitting steadily on the throne in the center of the steps, with five little ones on each side. Seat No. 1 was empty and no one was sitting on it.

I thought for a moment and immediately understood that the ten seats on these two sides were for the ten dwarf elders below the dwarf king.

The high-level system of the dwarves is a bit like a parliamentary system. Although the dwarf king has the greatest power, he still has to discuss and decide on major matters with the other ten elders. The dwarves have never valued power very much, so they are not like the original ones. In a world like that, where people can fight for a small official position, brothers turn against each other, and fight to the death, compared to this throne, I am afraid more dwarves are willing to focus on their favorite blacksmithing and smelting.

Therefore, you can often see this scene in the dwarf palace: major matters that must be voted on by all, after the dwarf king proposed, a unanimous resolution was passed in less than a few minutes, and for most of the next day, these eleven dwarves However, the boss quarreled over some trivial matters in life until he became red-faced and even went so far as to fight.

Ahem, I'm going too far. In short, if you can ignore the paranoid and stubborn character of dwarves, most of them are quite cute. Of course, only most of them...

The dwarf king Muradin, with a body as short as a winter melon, sat on the top throne, and his short legs could not even touch the ground. It's dangling in mid-air, looking a little funny.

However, he has an aura of superiority that he has been trained as a king, and his expression is calm and intimidating, making people awe and not daring to look down upon him in the slightest.

This condescending aura can also be felt in Akara, Kane, Farah, and even the old alcoholic Kasha. It can also be like the bastard spirit of the protagonist in some novels. At critical moments, he can always shake his body and release a little bit.

But without exception, I ignored them all.

Therefore, in my eyes, the Dwarf King Muradin is actually a big winter melon printed in the same mold as Tualatin. If they were said to be brothers, no one would disbelieve it.

certainly. I have not forgotten his bad character, which is said to be comparable to that of the miser Farah. I woke up with enough energy to face Muradin's stern gaze.

"Known as the Twin Stars of the Mainland, the youngest elder of the Human Alliance. Druid Wu Fan, is that you?"

Male dwarves have broad faces, big noses, and thick and short necks, so they always speak with a nasal sound. But Muradin's dull voice contained sharpness. Although it was a question, his tone was undeniable.

"..."

Only then did Tualatin, the old dwarf, look at me in surprise, as if to say, Wow, why didn't I know you had so many titles?

"Yes, Alliance Elder Wu Fan. I have met His Majesty the Dwarf King."

I saluted slightly and smiled. My name was not very famous among civilians and adventurers, but it was familiar to the top leaders of all major races. After all, the mainland twins were not like the three masters and the four kings. Such things are so common. Not one has been seen in thousands of years. Not to mention a pair, let alone this pair. There will be a marriage in the near future, and it will be difficult not to attract the attention of these kings.

As for Tualatin, the dwarf prince, it can only be said that he does not have the self-consciousness of a prince at all. He is always studying some weird things, and it is natural that he does not know about it.

Muradin looked at me for a moment, then set his eyes on Linya who was sitting a little behind me. He was stunned, and his expression gradually softened. His somewhat cloudy eyes, squeezed into his oily brown old face, revealed a trace of Remember.

"You are Raphael's granddaughter, like, a bit like..."

He kept nodding his head and mumbling to himself, not giving us a chance to speak at all. Linya also bowed politely and gracefully, with a warm and friendly smile, which did not interrupt Muradin's memories. .

"It turns out that in a blink of an eye, more than sixty years have passed..."

Muradin sighed deeply with infinite emotion, even if the dwarves lived longer, how many sixty years would they have? The vanished Zhaohua and youth, the beautiful past are gone forever.

At this moment, Muradin's face was clearly telling a heavy vicissitude.

Finally, he turned his attention to his unfilial son, and his eyes changed again. He was not looking sharply at me, nor was he kind and kind when he looked at Linya, but furious.

"You bastard, do you even know how to come back? Why don't you die? Why don't you let those monsters tie you to a pillar, fry you and chop you with knives? My face has almost been shamed by you!!"

sweat! !

We originally thought that Muradin's words were strong enough, but when we turned our attention to Tualatin, his performance made us just shy of falling over.

When Muradin was talking to us just now, Tualatin had already put on a bored look, folded his arms restlessly, whistled from time to time, and his unscrupulous eyes clearly said: You are very wordy, hurry up. no?

And when he was scolded, this guy even used his thick index finger to dig his nostrils, then took out a lump of black stuff and flicked it, which made me almost couldn't help but say "World Health Organization". In the name of the organization, he was immediately destroyed humanely.

Facing his father's anger, he yawned boredly and glanced at the other party with squinted eyes.

"Don't worry, old man, I'm not dead even if you die."

"..."

Could it be that the waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves ahead? Or can it be said that the "tiger" father has no dog son?

"You don't give me any face in front of guests? I must teach you a lesson this time."

In our dull gazes, the father and son with a strange relationship were already quarreling with each other as if no one was watching. Muradin kicked his feet, jumped up from the throne, and flew toward Tualatin in a posture like a roc spreading its wings. He looks a bit like a martial arts master, but he has a short and squat body shape. I can't get along with Shuangxinyuemu.

"I don't remember you having any face."

Faced with the old man's threat, Tualatin was undaunted and stepped forward. Two fat winter melons struggled with each other. You pinched my old face and I pulled your beard. If you dare to poke my eyes, I will gouge you. nostrils.

"You bastard. Don't think I don't know what you are doing in the Demon Fortress, you prodigal son!!"

That's right, that old dwarf Tualatin makes fake artifacts to fool people when he has nothing to do. The materials are not cheap and the finished products are useless. It is a waste of resources and not doing his job properly. If it harms others and does not benefit oneself, it should be beaten.

I secretly cheered for Muradin on the side, and secretly took out the memory crystal to record this scene, and wait until I return to Rogge. Discuss the price with Farah, Muradin's old enemy. I believe that even if Rogge is stingy, he will never mind spending a blood to buy the memory crystal filled with the "heroic" images of his old enemy.

certainly. I also have records of the wonderful performances of Scrooge and Kane. As long as the price offered by Muradin can make my heart move, I won't mind giving him a copy...

Tualatin was not a softie either. He was very good at skills and words. As soon as his father finished speaking, he took over.

"What qualifications do you have to criticize me? Don't think I don't know that last time you were short of fusion materials. So you took apart the gold armrest on the throne and used it as material, and then replaced it with a gold-plated one..."

"..."

This old man should not be underestimated. My eyes blurred for a while, and I saw that Muradin's back was already faintly overlapping with Farah's.

"You know what the heck, that armrest has been replaced by your grandfather a long time ago. When I took it back and took a look, it was gold-plated inside..."

This family...

"Both of you are not good people..."

No, no, no, you three are not good people...

On the side, he complained endlessly. For a while. In this battle between father and son, the stronger is the stronger in the end. Muradin, who was more experienced, won and twisted Tuadin into a real big winter melon, but he was not much better, and there were clearly a few bruises on his face.

"You three must be very tired after coming all the way. This brat must have taken you down the punishment lane again."

"Penalty Road?"

I raised the beat a few times with my questioning tone, and at the same time looked at the old winter melon Tualatin rolling around on the ground with a sinister look.

"Yes, if a dwarf warrior makes a mistake, he must walk back and forth on the penalty lane as punishment."

angry! !

At this moment, the three of us looked at Tualatin at the same time with unkind expressions. If it weren't for the presence of his father Muradin, Linya, the most temperamental one, would have stepped forward and kicked him a few times.

But thinking about it, I still have to admire this old dwarf's ability to harm others without benefiting himself. In order to achieve the purpose of pranking us and dragging us into the water, he even took advantage of himself. He is very much like "deceiving others before deceiving himself" Brutal.

Seeing that it was already getting late, Muradin called a few dwarf warriors and arranged accommodation for us in the palace. Then he dragged Tualatin, who was twisting and struggling like maggots, and ran away, leaving us to sigh. It is strange that such a father-son relationship can exist.

We spent the night casually, and early the next morning, we were summoned by Muradin again. Tualatin also stood beside him, winking at us, but we were much more at ease than yesterday. It seemed that last night had He was severely punished by his father.

"As for your purpose this time, I have already received notification from Akala. At this critical moment, our dwarf clan is happy to reach reconciliation with humans again, but some rules still need to be discussed carefully first."

As he said that, his eyes fell on Linya, and he clearly knew that she was the person in charge of this negotiation, and I was just a part-time bodyguard in the name of the boss.

"Although you are Raphael's granddaughter, don't let us dwarfs give in because of this."

"Of course, your Majesty the Dwarf King, although grandma is the person I respect the most, our Edward family will never place our strength on the glory of any one person."

Linya bowed gracefully, with a noble and elegant look on her face. Wise, calm, calm and friendly smile, I almost couldn't believe that she was the girl next door who often blushed shyly in front of me and showed the charming and loving attitude of a little woman.

"well said."

Muradin clapped his hands, obviously very fond of Linya's womanly temperament.

"Fuck. Damn old man, where are you shooting?!"

Tualatin, who was standing nearby and was slapped away by Muradin's palm, was immediately furious.

"But, there is still a problem..."

Muradin simply ignored the existence of his son and sighed instead. With his sigh, the air seemed to be a little heavier, letting people know. What he said next was not a joke.

"It's a pity. If you had been looking for another year and a half, maybe things could be settled soon. Now..."

"What happened to the dwarves?" Seeing Tualatin hesitating, I felt bad.

A man’s seventh sense tells me. The protagonist's tragic aura of "turning nothing into a small matter and turning a trivial matter into a big one" has been activated again.

"Yes, there is indeed a big problem." He said. Muradin asked, pointing to the seats on either side of him.

"Aren't you curious, where are the ten elders who were supposed to welcome you with me?"

Well, to be honest, I have never been curious at all. Who knows what your dwarf customs are like for welcoming guests?

However, Muradin actually asked this. I had no choice but to cooperate and nodded with interest.

"Actually, there is a problem in our other dwarf villages. Ten elders have already brought a large number of brave dwarf warriors to support them."

"support?"

God, why is my seventh sense for men always so accurate? Will I die if I guess wrong once? ! !

"Yes, it was about half a year ago. The originally peaceful small village was suddenly attacked by a large number of monsters, causing heavy casualties. And not only that, since then, the number of those monsters seemed to be endless, and they kept attacking. Our villages are making us overwhelmed and exhausted."

As he spoke, he glared at Tualatin beside him, probably blaming the clan for such a big incident. He was still relaxing in the Demon Fortress, and Tualatin also lowered his head in a rare move.

"You probably also know that I alone cannot make the decision on such a major matter as forming an alliance with humans. I have to wait for the other ten elders to come forward and vote together to make a decision, so..."

After speaking, Muradin gave us a helpless look.

Linya and I looked at each other. On the way here, we hid in a small tent, twirled our fingers, and ran our heads to calculate all kinds of accidents that might happen after arriving at the Dwarf King's City, and then analyzed them. How to cope, but just didn't expect this situation.

It felt like a punch that had been prepared for a long time and hit the cotton. It was a waste of effort. It turns out that God is not as good as man.

The initiative in this negotiation was originally in the hands of Muradin, so we all looked at him to see what good proposals he had.

"The way I see it, regarding the terms of this alliance, we can discuss it first and make a first draft, and then after a while, the ten elders will come back and discuss and decide immediately."

Muradin probably had already made up his mind, so he spoke directly without thinking.

It seems that there is no other better way besides this. Linya and I nodded, feeling a little depressed in our hearts.

When will the monster be defeated, and when will the ten elders come back? We don't want to stay here for a year and a half.

Sure enough, it's still very tragic. Why didn't Akara take my tragic aura into account whenever he explained it?