Chapter 458 I, the Dwarf Prince, Send Money

"I will strengthen the militia north of the Weiss River and inform other lords to be more vigilant."

After making the above decision, Paul and Stanford did not have much discussion on the issue of dwarves in the eastern section of the Rocky Mountains.

Stanford asked about the other two exploration fleets.

"The last news from the fleet heading to the south was last month. A letter was passed back through the caravans. According to the above, the sending place is the Naluo Kingdom located south of the Holy See - God knows what country it is. Where. They said that they sent several letters with the same content to different caravans and adventurers, but only one got into my hands. All in all, the fleet is in good condition. , they plan to continue sailing east.”

Paul's brows furrowed next.

"As for the fleet sailing to the depths of the western ocean, unfortunately, there has been no news since its departure. Let us continue to pray to the Lord of Light to protect them."

After listening to Paul's words, Stanford had a vague premonition in his heart, and he could also feel that the lord also had a pessimistic mood towards the Western Exploration Fleet.

"That's right!" Paul said in a brisk tone.

"I heard you came back with a dwarf this time?"

Stanford nodded and confirmed: "Yes, Lord Grayman. His name is Emaar, and he is our guide when we cross the Rocky Mountains."

"I want to see him right away."

…

Emaar was led into the hall with an uneasy look on his face.

Although he tried hard to pretend to be calm, he could never do it.

When he first entered the castle, the human guards touched his whole body inside and out.

This inspection reminded him of an unpleasant experience he had when he first entered human territory.

First he was asked to take a shower. At first he thought it was a unique custom of hospitality in the Northwest Bay. After taking a shower, he felt something was wrong. He was naked and held down by two burly men wearing white coats and covering their mouths. Check, even your own anus is not spared.

Fortunately, I didn't suffer such a fate again when I entered the Lord's Mansion.

A man who claimed to be Phillip's butler came in, served him a cup of honey tea, looked at him curiously for a few times and then left.

Emaar observed the furnishings here with great curiosity. In the corner of the reception room, a huge porcelain statue aroused his interest. The hammer is up, this bottle is so big, it's as tall as him. The vial that Stanford gave him was instantly worthless compared to the guy in front of him.

He stretched out his stubby fingers and touched the bottle with fascination.

"Count Grayman has arrived!" A sudden voice sounded from behind.

Immar was so frightened that he immediately retracted his hand.

He turned around and saw a young human standing at the exit of the corridor looking at him.

Behind the opponent is Stanford, who said the words just now.

In this way, that young man is the owner of this land, Paul Grayman in Stanford's mouth.

"Hello, King of Men!" Emaar stepped forward and stretched out his hand.

But what puzzled him was that the human lord didn't move, just stared at him closely, with only his eyes moving with the target-that is, himself.

Well, even if it is the first time to meet a dwarf, this attitude is too exaggerated.

"Mrs……"

What a shame! Both Emaar and Stanford looked confused.

"It's incredible!"

"A living dwarf stood right in front of me."

The human lord stood for a long time and finally said a complete sentence.

Both Emaar and Stanford underestimated the impact the dwarf's appearance had on Paul's heart.

In his previous life, he was a mild fan of Western fantasy. Fantasy words such as elves, dragons, and wizards often lingered in his mind. He was also a fan of famous fantasy works or settings such as The Lord of the Rings and D&D. .

After coming to this world, he has already seen the necessary elements of the fantasy world of mages, Ladi Setia and Sylvia Ashtini, both of whom are witches or sorceresses.

But they are human beings after all - at least they are human beings in appearance and appearance, and they are still quite good-looking humans.

He had never seen a race other than humans.

Oh, not counting goblins, creatures that are almost beast-like and can’t even speak human words.

Paul stretched out his hand to touch the dwarf's thick beard. Half way through, I felt a little rude and took it back. He immediately reached out to hold the dwarf's outstretched hand again.

This made the short guest a little annoyed.

"Lord Greyman, this is our guide, Mr. Emaar Stonemason."

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Stanford broke his silence.

"Oh! Welcome, please sit down, Mr. Dwarf."

Paul held the dwarf's hand tightly - well, the other man's hand was quite strong - and asked him to sit down again.

"Ruler of mankind!" the dwarf shouted impatiently as soon as he sat down, "I have something to say to you alone."

Paul glanced at Stanford beside him, "Can't he even be present?"

Emaar replied: "Yes."

He turned to Stanford: "I'm sorry, my friend, but what I'm about to say is inconvenient."

Stanford nodded to express his understanding, excused himself to Paul and left the hall.

"Those people?"

The dwarf pointed to the guard at the door.

Paul waved his hand, "Haha, you don't have to worry about this. They are all loyal to me. If they leak a word one day, it must be because I ordered them to do so."

The dwarf continued: "Okay, human lord, first of all, I have to explain my identity. If you use your human words, I should actually be considered a 'prince' or something."

"Really?" Paul was a little surprised, "That's really disrespectful, Your Highness the 'Prince'."

The dwarf stared at Paul, "I have a very good deal, I wonder if you are interested?"

"Then... please tell me in detail."

The dwarf cleared his throat and said in a low voice:

"I was born I was originally the son of the chief of a dwarf clan in the eastern part of the Rocky Mountains, but I was framed by a villain and my incompetent father expelled me from the clan. "

"Now you only need to provide me with an army and sponsor me with a large sum of money - preferably hard currency like gold and silver, or the thing called porcelain in your hand - I can fight back and take the position of chief."

"And once I take the position of chief, I will repay you many times over for your help. There are countless mineral deposits in the Rocky Mountains, and my people are all top blacksmiths."

Said so much in one breath, and in the end the dwarf's eyes began to turn red.

Paul was surprised!

He never dreamed that this dwarf he just met could say such a thing.

Wait, why are these words so familiar?