"So uncle, you really want to lead troops to support the knights of Bretonnia?" After listening to Snorri's report, Princess Pamela was in a good mood. After a year, her marriage was finally officially finalized.
"That's right, Lord Rorek has said it to that extent, and I can't shirk it!" Snorri nodded.
"I wish you success! I believe that under the watchful eye of the Mother Goddess, nothing can withstand your storm hammer." Although as the bride-to-be, she was not present, but she was naturally paying attention to the challenge of the night before in the dark.
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Now Pamela is very confident in Snorri's strength. In her opinion, it is completely reasonable for the Mother Goddess' grace to increase combat effectiveness by the way, and this is indeed close to the truth.
"I need to trouble you more about the Doomsday Anvil! Apart from anything else, I don't know how to deal with those living dead. We largely rely on the power of that treasure to deal with spellcasters!" Si
Nori stopped being polite and started getting down to business.
Princess Pamela must have had a lot of chat with Prince Stringer after the banquet yesterday. She verified the authenticity of Snorri's previous words and became much more enthusiastic.
"I don't dare to promise you, but now I'm quite sure!" Princess Pamela didn't want to directly promise Snorri for such an important matter. This was the first big thing after they met. It was done.
Whether or not it will have a great impact on the future relationship between uncle and sister-in-law.
In any dwarven society, brotherhood is crucial. Coupled with the mutual cooperation between the possible future lords and rune masters, Princess Pamela is still very concerned about Snorri's affairs.
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Snorri said goodbye after revealing his cap price. He wanted to go back to his room to take a rest. Tomorrow night was New Year's Eve. With his status, he was destined to be drunk until the sky was dark. The night after tomorrow, harm...
It doesn't matter if we don't mention it, we have to worry about the war again.
After Snorri left, Pamela found her brother, Prince Stringer, and the two came to the room of Lord Lorek and his wife.
"Father, I want to go to Karaz-a-Karak to see my sister off in marriage!" Prince Stringer said straight to the point.
"Then, then study there for ten or twenty years?" Lord Lorek blew out a smoke ring and frowned.
"I told you, no! You need to stay here, stay in Karak-Zfulin, the place where you, I, and the ancestors of our clan fought hard and opened up! Learn how to take over from me and become a qualified lord.
"His attitude is still the same resolute.
"Then why can sister..." Stringer was interrupted before he could finish.
"I've said it many times! She is a girl and will get married eventually, but you are different. You will inherit the clan and the mountain castle! We have ruled here for generations!" Lord Lorek tapped his left hand with his pipe.
Armguards from Mountain Breaker.
"You are still in your prime!"
"You still have a lot to learn! Before, you were only busy learning the skills of runes. Do you know how to arrange troops? Do you know how to deal with conflicts between clans?" The dwarf lord began to ramble.
"Pamela, stop teasing your brother!" Seeing that Princess Pamela was about to speak, Lord Lorek stopped her in advance.
"It's a good thing to be a rune lord, but you shouldn't. What's the matter? You can't eat because of choking! No one stipulates that the lord of Breeze Castle must be a rune master. It's true that you need to practice your stonemason skills well!"
"Father, if you really think so, I have another suggestion." Pamela spoke.
"explain!"
"The Anvil of Doom, I mean the dusty one, Master Snorri wants it!"
"What?" Lord Lorek couldn't help but get angry when he heard this.
"You haven't even gotten married yet, and you're helping others acquire our ancestral possessions? What's more, your brother will use it in the future!"
"According to this trend, Stringer won't be needed!" Pamela smiled slightly. Her calculations were good. If two things are put together, she can always accomplish one with good luck.
"What do you mean? Are you so superstitious about everything about Karaz-a-Karak? Then don't come back to your parents' home again!" Lord Lorek felt that he was offended. His children seemed to have opinions about everything in Breeze Castle.
Although he himself also knows about the prosperity of Eternal Peak.
"Are there no rune blacksmiths in the Gray Mountains? How did we, and the rune masters of Karak-Norn, train themselves from generation to generation? Have they all gone to the Eternal Peak to study? Harlech was there a few days ago.
Tell me you are very impetuous and need to settle down!"
Lord Lorek was worthy of being the co-lord of the dwarves within a radius of hundreds of miles. With one against two, he easily suppressed a pair of children.
"No, I don't mean that. I mean, if Stringer becomes the rune master after his cousin Sanrek, then the dusty anvil of doom will still not be available to him!" Princess Pamela seemed to
Because I am married, I have become more courageous.
"What are you talking about again? Your brother's talent is obvious to all in the Gray Mountains. If Snorri Thorson hadn't come out of nowhere, he would have been the most talented young man in the Mountain Kingdom!" It can be seen that Lord Rorek is still the same.
Very proud of his son.
"Yes, but if you want to master master-level runes, you have to be taught by someone, right? Or, father, do you expect Stringer to create his own?" Pamela continued.
"Indeed, in the entire Mountain Kingdom, as far as I know, only Master Kragg the Cruel has done it!" Stringer agreed with her sister.
"I won't mention how to organize an expedition to explore the lost mountain fortress. You won't even let your brother go to the Eternal Peak, let alone the underground cities where the creations of chaos are entrenched?" Pamela blocked her father's next words.
"So? Doesn't Hallek know how to teach? Stringer is his apprentice!" Lord Lorek's words seemed a bit forceful, but he seemed to have realized something.
"Cousin Sanrek!" Princess Pamela said the name again. Master Hallek was originally older than the lord, but Lord Lorek stayed relatively late in order to wait for a well-matched woman to get married, so Sanrek
He is about fifty years older than Pamela and her siblings.
Lord Lorek closed his mouth and took a deep puff of his pipe. "Go on, there is no one of his here!" The middle-aged dwarf simply closed his eyes.
"Stringer, if you don't go to the Eternal Peak, Uncle Harrek has the final say on whether and when he can become a rune master. As long as he makes up his mind to focus on training cousin Sanrek, then we can't
There's no other way!" Pamela spoke openly as she was about to leave Breeze Castle.