Even if he was prepared in advance, the "fever dispute" that made Aolah hold his breath at the meeting still made the elves shake his head. Every time the Supreme King said a word, a different person would jump out and say something below. It would not count on talking back, but after sitting down, his face was blushing and his neck was thick, as if every word of the Supreme King offended them. When the Supreme King did not speak, the representatives fought each other again, as if they had not drunk wine a few days ago, and they were all jealous enemies who met.

Why do these people come? Why don’t they just appear like the other eight clans. Anyway, winter is here, and there are some reasons to refuse. The elves twisted their bodies uneasyly in their seats. The discomfort has nothing to do with the furniture, and it’s not a new skirt. The dwarf’s meetings will be attended from time to time, and Christina has a suitable seat for her. The tailor of the Supreme King is definitely not a meal. She is dressed in a floor-mopping dress that can make the noble lady in the capital fall off her chin.

She was not used to such so-called meetings that were only apart from the action, and she didn't like the contemptuous attitude of the clan representatives towards Ora. But she was not a dwarf, nor was she a famous dragon-slaying hero. Paladin Christina believed in the Mother of the Earth, what does it have to do with Model's people?

She could only sit in her original position, change her posture every few minutes, exposing all her inner anxiety to everyone.

"Let them quarrel, the girl with sharp ears." The plebiscient representative Favor whispered to the elf in a low voice, and the two sat side by side.

Seeing the elf turn his head and look over, Fawo lowered his voice: "It's almost three hundred years, and there's no time for the kings to stop quarreling."

Perhaps because of outsiders, the Supreme King attached more importance to order than before. He picked up the golden hammer on the table and hit it several times in a row, and finally found what the meeting should look like.

"Yingjing, think about why I called you!" The Supreme King said with regret.

"Isn't it for drinking?" Someone was sarcastic and the already quiet room of the Throne was in a new chaos again.

"Oh, shut up! You damn farmers!" Favo, who was trying to persuade Christina, joined the battle group.

It took only a few seconds from chaos to silence. The delegates stared at Favor and wanted to eat him alive. Both humans and dwarves regarded farmers as derogatory terms, but dwarves were even more serious. Because these natural absenteeism could import a large amount of food from human cities by selling ore and skills, which was much better than the mushrooms in caves.

The dwarf farmer only knows how to grow mushrooms, occasionally cultivate two wheat fields near the city gate, and raise goats, that's all. The farmer is a profession that cannot make money or support the entire dwarf society. The dwarf king even disdains to collect taxes on farmers because they are too poor. Over time, the dwarf farmer becomes a profession that is engaged in by the untouchables and lives silently at the bottom of the social discrimination chain.

Fawo seriously insulted the representatives who shouted in the throne hall, and more than one of them jumped off their seats and ran towards him. Fawo faced his opponents who were several times more likely to be afraid. But after all, two fists could not beat four hands, and he was eventually defeated. Fortunately, the representatives also had personal grudges between each other, and they were touched and then moved their targets. The chaos turned into a group fight, and the clan representatives fought in the throne hall.

Fighting in front of the Supreme King is impossible to be the culture of dwarves, right? Christina really wanted to pull it, but the dwarves that were fighting below were each heavier than her and thicker than her. The elves could only worry when they stood there.

Ola was even worse with the letter. The female dwarf stood beside the Supreme King, and he didn't get the chance to show it to the representative from beginning to end. He only said a few words at the opening.

"Stop it all!" The Supreme King raised the golden hammer again, and his beard was trembling with anger. The guards on duty in the Throne Hall moved out collectively to pull away the angry crowd. Even though they were dragged away by the guards, the loud scolding on their lips did not stop.

The Supreme King announced the meeting with anger, and left the venue surrounded by guards, leaving behind the stunned elves and female dwarfs, as well as Fawo, who was lying on the ground without anyone to care.

"Can you give me a good intention? Miss." The dwarf never showed weakness. When it comes to asking for help, Fawo's injury is not light.

Christina could do much more than that. The Paladin quickly walked towards the dwarf. Favor's cheek was swollen and his left eye could not be opened.

"Hehe, these guys, hehe..." Fawo smiled and sweated coldly, obviously making him fall to the ground and unable to get up.

"Lying down and not moving." The elf summoned the holy light, and the slender and white fingertips brushed the bruised and swollen wounds, causing it to subside at a speed visible to the naked eye. In the past, she needed to recite prayers silently, but since she was possessed by the archangel, the elf could use divine power only as she thought.

Is this the power of Terra or the Angel Chief Valkyrie? She dared not delve into it, and comforted herself, the Angel and God were originally a family.

"I knew you are not simple, Terra's Paladin, huh?"

Ola also arrived, and she helped Fawo to rest on the stone bench beside her.

The Throne Hall of the Supreme King is very consistent with the political ecology of the dwarves. Thirty high-back seats are surrounded by about sixty, and so on, five circles are circled. Each seat represents a dwarf clan, and the inner circle, the twenty-nine seats except the Throne of the Supreme King, represent almost equal treatment with the Supreme King.

"Oh, I'm old, I was beaten up by the young people." Fawo rubbed his wide face and tentatively stretched his short and thick legs.

"I've never been cured by the priest," he stared at the elf without blinking. "But it's the first time like you, you're so happy and not sleepy."

Christina's smile is very silly. She is most afraid of others mentioning this.

"That's why they call you a Paladin!" The dwarf beat the elf's slender waist and smiled so hard that he leaned back and forth.

Despite being beaten so much that Christina still smiled, just trying to get over what she didn't know.

Did Terra forgive me? She dare not ask...

"See it, the Supreme King cannot order other clans at all, unless..." The body recovered, and the mental insults he suffered would not disappear. Favor was deeply saddened by the weakening of the king's control.

"Unless you get the Karas Hammer." Christina continued.

The Karas Divine Hammer was created by the Supreme King of that generation in the Holy War. The Spear of Terra was also produced by the God Hammer. Strictly speaking, there are shields forged with the Deadly Terra and armor worn by Terra.

Not counting the power of the divine hammer, the meaning of the load alone is already at the level of the holy object.

Such a magical artifact disappeared from the Levant with the Supreme King himself, becoming a tragedy passed down from generation to generation by the dwarves. The Supreme King, his two sons and more than 10,000 dwarves army were all killed, and the orthodox bloodline of the Supreme King was cut off from then on. The Supreme King now comes to power by the election of the dwarves clan, and his prestige is much worse than before.

It has been three hundred and fifty years since Engrim and his Iron Fist clan won the election. As the Supreme King grew older, all clans were preparing to compete for the throne. The fool only heard about an old king who was about to lose power. The dwarf was stubborn and stubborn, and he was absolutely not stupid. How could he not understand such a simple question if he could monopolize the race in Milan City?

The Throne Hall was gone, and the words were buzzing, and the echoes ran around the walls, and the confidentiality was equal to nothing. If Engrim's son lost in the election, there would be many seats in the hall waiting to be demolished.

After getting the Karas divine hammer, the Iron Fist clan will definitely win. After being inherited from the father and son, Engrim was able to continue the family rule for at least half a thousand years. This pair of dwarves is not short, and it would not be a dream to hereditate the Supreme King at that time.

Of course Favo would not say such ambitions explicitly, Christina understood it after thinking about it.

She didn't care who was the Supreme King, but she was very rare for the coalition forces of the major clans that Engrim personally promised. The empire has not stopped since the Green Skin Investiture four years ago, and it is urgent to rest and recuperate. It is best to use the power of the dwarves to save Frank.

Favo invited two ladies to move to his residence to "discuss the big things together."

The king's inconvenient words are often told by his trusted ministers. Even if they are leaked out later, they can even blame the ministers for taking the blame. Similar unspoken rules Christina has seen a lot in the empire, and Favo reminded her of Daniel, the prime minister who is proficient in power and conspiracy.

It was the prime minister who stood up to be a villain that the emperor had a high-sounding and reasonable excuse to cut off the great nobles. Their land was taken over to the royal family, or replaced with a head of the emperor who was absolutely loyal to the emperor.

Without the cruel power struggle, Christina would have seen chaos in the palace as much as today.

Humans ride horses and pull carts, and dwarves use goats or donkeys, and square carriages, which is a unique flavor. The sheep carriage carriage carriages carry three people to Fawo's house. The dwarf nobles will never live without chiseling walls and will build buildings on flat grounds.

The common people lived in the "front gate", and all the people who were qualified to live here were nobles, people who served the nobles, and garrisons. Even if the population was screened, every inch of land was still valuable. Favor showed his financial resources with a four-story fortress-style tower with a courtyard, and the surprise he could give Christina was much more than showing off his wealth.

Christina, who was holding her long skirt in her hand, got out of the car. Ola did not dare to put on the airs in front of her elders. She walked down herself on the steps set up by the servant.

When the nobles came home, there were servants in charge of the report. Among the family members who came out to greet him, there was a "long-legged". Christina lived in the cave for a month and used the adjective of dwarf as if she was self-deprecating.

The long-legged young man, who bowed to Favo first, was pulled by the latter and led to Christina and Orra with his arm.

"Two ladies, please allow me to introduce Jack of Milan, an amazing mage."

The young man covered his heart with his hands and bowed to the elf and the female dwarf. The black hair in the shawl covered his face with the bent over, like a tilted waterfall.

Another man without a surname, Christina remembered the dwarf gentleman she met in the tavern.
Chapter completed!