Chapter Ninety-Five: The Beginning of the Dwarven Kingdom An airship was flying smoothly in the northeast direction of the Longmian Continent at a speed of 150 kilometers per hour at an altitude of 3,000 meters, and the airship was silently crossing the forests and wilderness like a silverfish in the sun.
In the pod under the airship, Shelley is controlling the course while checking the compass compass with his companions to confirm the direction, knowing that there is no satellite positioning in this world, and for a ship to reach its destination correctly, his controller needs to have an extraordinary memory and the ability to discern direction.
"Captain, the taste is almost done."
A crew member opened the cockpit door and walked in, accompanied by a smell of vomit from a drunkard.
"Lord Lord said that the physique of dwarves can't vomit the dead, and it will be better when they get used to it."
Shelley's eyes were fixed on the various instruments on the airship, and he said viciously.
Shelley felt that he had lost a lot of face, this time he was carrying his lord on a trip, but he didn't expect that a little shock when the airship took off would make those strong and ox-like dwarves vomit upside down, Shelley is now trying his best to keep the airship stable in the air, he can't let the lord have the misunderstanding that he usually drives the lord's airship like a mad ram.
Considering the bad relationship between the forest elves and the dark elves, Zhao Yannian left all the blade dancers in the territory, and the other people who accompanied him were the alchemist Anthony who was borrowed by Zhao Yannian from the Duke of Rees a few years ago to take revenge on the merchants of Ivorda, which is now the chief alchemist Tony Stark of the Rodnik Lord, two human maids who are responsible for taking care of the lord's life, and the patriarch of the dwarven clan, Saladin · Thunderhammer and the genius dwarven forger Quentin Iron Hand and the twenty bronze dwarven warriors they led, in addition to Zhao Yannian, he also arranged four shadow assassins, including Shadow, in the secret cabin of the airship.
Due to the needs of the airship, the interior has not been renovated, and the metal walls and floors connected by rivets make the entire interior of the airship look cold and tough, and when boarding the ship, the dwarves are curious to run around in the cabin, but not long after the airship lifts off, these dwarves who have never been more than one meter away from the ground in their lives actually began to get seasick, and the vomit of the dwarves who drank a lot of wine made everyone except the fanatics retreat, and they fled to other cabins.
Saladin was sitting opposite Zhao Yannian at the moment, twisting his body a little embarrassed.
"This damn chair reminds me of that patriarchal throne I had in the cave."
The dwarf's figure was uncomfortable sitting on the chair prepared for humans, and the old dwarf, who had been too comfortable for the past few years, complained with some dissatisfaction.
"When I have time later, I will build another comfortable airship."
Zhao Yannian took out two glasses and a bottle of wine from the ring, and then the maid standing aside immediately filled the glass in front of her lord and the old dwarf with gin produced by the northern leader, and the faint aroma of wine volatilized into the cabin, and sure enough, the old dwarf immediately stopped complaining as soon as he saw the golden wine.
"Tsk, golden juniper berries, I remember drinking it once when I was a kid and went to Blackiron with my dad."
The old dwarf took a sip of the cup worth hundreds of gold coins, then closed his eyes and tasted it.
"This is a non-sale product made for the three dukes of the Northern Lord, and only three hundred bottles are produced every year, and he is a grade higher than the golden juniper berries in the Dwarven King's City."
Zhao Yannian picked up his wine glass and said with a smile.
"Lord Lord, it's really not necessarily useful for you to drag me to Black Iron City this time."
Saladin said leisurely while enjoying it, he was not worried that this lord would be displeased, after a few years of getting along, the dwarven patriarch had already understood that his human lord was a benevolent and tolerant person, and he would not blame him for these blunt words.
"At least you are also dwarves, everyone is of the same clan and it will be easier to discuss, if I go to Black Iron City as a human, I am afraid it will be more difficult to communicate."
Zhao Yannian said his considerations.
"Although the Black Iron Dwarf and the Bronze Dwarf both belong to the Dwarf Clan, but we don't have much communication, when the Black Iron Dwarf founded the country, he once sent an envoy to let us join the Bronze Clan, but the Bronze Clan has many branches, and everyone doesn't like a restrained life, so they rejected the envoy of the Black Iron Clan at that time, and since then the communication between the Bronze Clan and the Black Iron Clan has become less and less."
The old dwarf spoke leisurely about the accounts of their clan, and the wine in his cup became less and less.
"Didn't you go to Black Iron City once when you were a kid?"
Zhao Yannian asked after drinking for the old dwarf.
"It was the dwarves of Black Iron City who forged a legendary long knife, and my dad was invited to watch the ceremony, when I was only a teenager and I was a little baby who didn't know anything, and I just thought that the knife was shiny and beautiful, and I didn't remember anything else."
Saladin sighed wistfully.
Ten hours later, the airship arrived at a temporary foothold in the Northern Territory, which was the most important cargo distribution center of the SCHOTT Chamber of Commerce in the Northern Territory, from where the seasonal fruits on Zhao Yannian's table were loaded onto the airship and transported thousands of miles away.
After a night's rest, the airship set off again the next day and arrived on the outskirts of the Black Iron Dwarven King at noon.
The airship stopped on the outskirts of the royal city and put down Zhao Yannian and the others before rising into the sky again, in order to ensure the safety of the lord, fanatics and dwarf warriors would wait for orders on the airship twenty-four hours a day, and Shelley's position This airship would always float above Zhao Yannian's head.
After the group came to the land again, Zhao Yannian discovered a mistake of his own, Zhao Yannian's space ring did not carry a carriage, a group of two dwarves, a human nobleman, a female knight, a long alchemist with a playboy statue, and two maids like flowers, if this team moves forward on foot, no matter who sees it, it will feel weird.
"We're just walking to Blackiron City?"
Zhao Yannian turned his head to Luna, who had been following him silently.
"Hmph."
Zhao Yannian was given a disdainful glance by Luna.
"Well, it was my mistake, but we don't have time to get a few more wagons right now."
Zhao Yannian shrugged his shoulders, then turned his head and walked in the direction of the group that he had seen in the sky before.
The group that had thought they were going to walk to the Dwarven King City on their feet was walking through the sparse woods to the avenue, but they didn't expect to encounter other humans soon.
"What are you doing!?"
A young mercenary with the hilt of his sword in his hand asked vigilantly, and when he crossed the mercenary, he could see a caravan resting in a roadside clearing not far away.
Syllable!
Before Zhao Yannian could figure out how to answer the mercenary's question, a middle-aged mercenary slapped the young man on the back of the head.
"Roger, you ass-eyed idiot!
Didn't you see that the one in their lead was wearing aristocratic clothes?
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The middle-aged mercenary said fiercely while knocking on the young mercenary's head.
"But didn't you say yesterday, Captain, to be careful of robbers disguised as nobles?!"
The young mercenary grinned back with his head covered.
"Has your head been pushed over by a brute?
Your robbers will take maids and dwarves with you!?
The middle-aged man yelled in despair.
"That's right!
Dwarves don't be robbers!
The young man clapped his hands and suddenly realized.
"Guys, can you listen to me?"
Zhao Yannian coughed and interrupted the conversation between the two mercenaries.
"Is there anything wrong with you, this nobleman?"
Older mercenaries know how to get along with nobles, and as long as they are respectful, most nobles will show generosity accordingly.
"That's right, our group was going to go to Black Iron City on an errand, but we encountered robbers on the way, although my wife's force was strong and forced the thieves back, but in the chaos our carriage was frightened and ran away, so I would like to ask you to give us some help, and of course we will pay enough to thank you."
Zhao Yannian casually went through a set of rhetoric, and in order to strengthen the rhetoric, he specially took out a small bag full of gold coins.
Driven by money, Zhao Yannian and the others quickly got a carriage, and politely bid farewell to the caravan and walked briskly towards the dwarven Black Iron King City.
At two o'clock in the afternoon, Zhao Yannian and his party finally came to the Black Iron King City, different from the bronze dwarves, the living habits of the black iron dwarves are closer to those of humans, they live on the ground, they will build cities and do business, and they are mixed with different surnames, a set of monarchy similar to human beings makes the relationship between dwarves and humans not too bad, which can be seen from the blacksmith shops operated by black iron dwarves in the major cities of the human kingdom.
Zhao Yannian and his party easily passed the interrogation of the dwarf soldiers at the city gate, although the dwarf soldiers wearing full-body steel armor were a little curious about the appearance of human nobles and bronze dwarves at the same time, but they still let a few people into the city after collecting the entrance tax according to the rules.
The carriage was driving on the streets of the Dwarf King City, Zhao Yannian felt like he had entered a Lilliputian country, the wooden houses where the dwarves lived were quite low, if Zhao Yannian walked in, he might not be able to straighten his waist.
The stalls on both sides of the street are also set up according to the height of the dwarves, and most of the human merchants who come and go near the city gate have to squat in front of the stalls to bargain with the stall owners face-to-face.
In addition to being short, the second impression that Black Iron King City brought to Zhao Yannian was that it was noisy, whether it was a dwarf or a human merchant who was selling on the street, they had an unexpectedly loud voice, they used a roar to bargain and make a deal, and from time to time there would be one or two drunk dwarves lying on the ground on the ground humming loudly or snoring, coupled with the clanging sound of striking iron from a distance, the imagination of Black Iron King City in Zhao Yannian's heart was completely shattered.