Lord Lorek smoked his pipe and touched his daughter's words. Competition between guilds and clans is always present in any dwarf society. In Karak-Zfulin, due to the relative lack of minerals, the dwarves here more choose to work as craftsmen.
Make a living.
Therefore, guilds of all sizes occupy a large say here. However, with the efforts of the "Granite Hands" of the past generations - in addition to serving as the president of the most important stonemason's guild, they also put their own clan's
Members stepped into leadership positions in other guilds.
Relying on these guild leaders with clan backgrounds to convey words on behalf of the Lord of Breeze Castle, their orders are rarely questioned.
Not only that, the lords of Breeze Castle will also wisely keep monitoring and supervising the guild leaders to ensure that they can act with integrity and perform their duties.
But the problem is that intelligent creatures always have selfish motives, even loyal dwarves. Lord Lorek knows that many people do not want Prince Stringer to become the Rune Lord, so that during his reign the clan will
More suppression of guilds.
"As long as cousin Sanrek becomes the rune master before Stringer, won't the Doomsday Anvil naturally come under his control? If you plan to sit back and watch this happen, I think it would be better to take the Doomsday Iron
Give the anvil to Master Snorri, and he will pay a matching fee."
Princess Pamela did not use the word "sell" to reduce the stimulation to her father.
"Is that really so?" Lord Lorek did not respond directly. He blew out a smoke ring and looked at his son.
"Basically yes, it is almost impossible for me to become a rune master on my own, unless, unless the ancestors gods also favor me!" Stringer still has some thoughts on Snorri's divine favor.
Lord Lorek fell into a brief thought. He did not doubt whether Master Hallek would be disloyal, but he also knew that if they were both rune masters, father and son, and controlled the Anvil of Doom.
, Stringer’s voice will be weakened in the future.
"After I became a rune blacksmith, I asked my master to teach me deeper knowledge. As you know, he always used the excuse that I still need to settle down!" Seeing that his father was wavering, Stringer stepped up his efforts decisively.
Son.
"Huh! You go back first, I'm going to implement it!" The dwarf lord, who was about to enter his old age, still did not immediately believe his children's words, and he signaled that they could leave first.
"Sister, why did you give up the Doomsday Anvil to someone else?" Stringer asked immediately after leaving the room. Princess Pamela came in a hurry and did not let him know in advance.
"Becoming a rune master is more important than having an anvil of doom! If you can do it, we have plenty of ways to get one for you. If you stay here and are suppressed by cousin Sanrek, it won't be your turn to use it.
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After all, Princess Pamela went to the Eternal Peak for further study, and the knowledge she learned was secondary. The main thing was that she broadened her horizons along the way and knew more about "wealth must flow" than ordinary people.
"Where, where is the Anvil of Doom?" Stringer, like every normal dwarf, loves wealth, even if it doesn't belong to him yet.
"Let's talk about the closest one. The one from the Drazkrad clan. Their rune master and iron chisel master belong to our grandfather's generation. They are already four hundred years old."
"I understand. If it doesn't work, you can still buy it back!" Stringer nodded. As the person involved, he actually knew the best. Otherwise, he wouldn't have left the prince alone and rushed to the Eternal Peak.
Learning is just hard to put down for a while.
"If this thing can be done, you will have someone to take care of you in the Rune Blacksmith Guild at Eternal Peak! It would also be good to give you part of the money for study tours!" Princess Pamela then comforted her brother.
Although she has gone through the process here and married out of the family, Pamela knows that her status in her husband's family will also be affected by the strength of her mother's family and the amount of support they give her. She does not want to estrange the relationship with her brother.
Snorri didn't know what happened in Lord Lorek's room. He left the Doomsday Anvil to his sister-in-law and completely let it go. If he acted rashly in an unfamiliar place, it might have the opposite effect.
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Early the next morning, Snorri got up and found that the entire Breeze Castle was already filled with a festive atmosphere. Although it is relatively uncommon for dwarves with long lifespans to celebrate the New Year, strictly speaking this year is not a good year, but
There are still necessary celebrations.
Snorri received an invitation from Lord Lorek right after breakfast. He hoped that Snorri could replace the local priests to preside over the sacrifices to the ancestors and gods at noon today. This request was reasonable and reasonable, and Snorri decisively agreed.
Under the arrangement of the messenger, Snorri arrived at the temple located in the center of the fortress an hour early. However, he was not led to decorate the altar, but was taken to a secret room.
"Good day, my dear Goddess of Choice!"
Snorri found that the person waiting inside was not anyone else, but Lorek, the Lord of Breeze Castle. He noticed that the dwarf lord in front of him did not look good, and it seemed that he had stayed up too late last night.
Even though he is famous for his tenacity and endurance, not having a good rest for two nights in a row is not that uncomfortable for an elderly dwarf. Rorek is older than Thorgrim!
"I understand the request you conveyed to Palmila. In principle, I am willing to hand over the treasure to you."
Snorri couldn't help but feel happy when he heard this, but he controlled his expression very well. The experience along the way still made him grow. He understood that the dwarf lord in front of him might have additional conditions.
"I hope that you can make a report to the Mother Goddess when presiding over the ceremony, so that the pressure on me can be reduced." There was some weakness in Lord Lorek's voice. The results of yesterday's overnight investigation and the transfer of the ancestral treasure
The regrets of things made his mind as tired as his body.
Snorri stroked his beard. In fact, obtaining the Anvil of Doom by granting divine favor or falsely passing on an oracle was originally his last resort. Knowing that the End of Time existed, he knew that he could not delay it.
But as long as he has the choice, he still doesn't want to do this. After all, it may reduce the credibility of the Mother Goddess, and his prestige will also be damaged.
"I understand your difficulties, but in fact, the ancestor goddess has not and cannot instruct me to seize the ancestral property of my compatriots. She only asks me to revitalize our mountains, and hopes that the process will be as fast as possible!"
Lord Lorek revealed his own weakness when he first came up, which put Snorri in a relatively advantageous position.