Snorri, who was meditating while paying attention to the increase in revival points, suddenly realized that the dwarves around him looked at him a little wrong. Their eyes were like thirsty travelers seeing a barrel of cold beer in the desert.
Opposite him, Brock Damien gradually regained consciousness with the help of his disciples. He was loudly claiming that he saw the same ancestral goddess as on the ancient scrolls and sculptures.
According to him, the mother goddess Varaya has long golden hair that touches the floor. A gentle stroke on the top of his head made him feel full of energy and made him feel hundreds of years younger!
Snorri looked at Bullock with a suspicious look. Since he hadn't had time to apply the ritual effect on himself, Snorri couldn't figure out for a moment whether the dwarf opposite was imagining or really seeing the goddess.
With the help of a miracle, the atmosphere of the banquet changed from joyful to crazy. The dwarves present drank to their heart's content and sang loudly.
Listening to the stories told by living ancestors and praising the deeds and epics of great men is part of the dwarf entertainment culture.
Hymns to accompany drinking became so popular that many large guilds and clans even had their own choirs.
The Riptide Pass Chorus, directed by Pauling-Roaring Bull, is famous throughout the Mountain Kingdom, and they were even invited to tour the Human Empire.
At this banquet, amid the enthusiastic cheers of the tribesmen, the choir sang the story of the mother goddess Varaya one after another.
However, this kind of carnival was limited to the dwarves sitting in the audience. Snorri, who was sitting on the stage, felt that the air around him was almost solidified.
King Serendin, Master Silverfinger, the giant gatekeeper, and several other high-ranking dwarves who are qualified to sit on the stage stared at each other, their eyes almost sparking.
Because of the checks and balances between them, no one had spoken to Snorri. Only then did Snorri realize how attractive having abundant energy is to a long-lived race like dwarves!
"All I can do is pray to the Mother Goddess. Whether divine grace will be granted depends on His will!" Snorri quickly excused himself after reacting.
Although his revival point is ushering in a new growth peak, even taking into account the expected growth, he is optimistic that he will be able to carry out two more such rituals. What if he is detained and unable to leave! p>
This sentence eased the tense atmosphere on the stage. The senior executives of Torrent Pass laughed one after another and started changing glasses.
But this feeble explanation was obviously not enough to dispel the thoughts of the dwarves in front of him. From their smiling expressions, Snorri realized that he might not be able to sleep well tonight.
The self-ringing clock on the dome rang twelve times, and the banquet came to an end. "I will send Master Snorri back to his room!" All the dwarves said this sentence at the same time. It can be seen that they have been waiting for this moment for a long time.
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Finding that the tribesmen sitting with him had the same reaction as him, the dwarves showed a shy smile on their faces.
Upon seeing this, Snorri quickly expressed that he was too drunk and quickly slipped back into the room.
After closing the door, Snorri had just taken off his heavy dress jacket when he heard a "bang!" coming from outside the door, as if something heavy hit the ground.
"Oh, I still can't hide!" Snorri sighed and stood up to open the door.
Pushing open the door, he saw the silver-fingered master with white hair and beard being suppressed by the gatekeeper. The master's hands and feet were each held down by the gatekeeper with one hand, unable to trigger the runes on his body.
Looking at Snorri pushing out the door, the gatekeeper showed a simple and somewhat embarrassed smile. But he still suppressed him firmly despite the Silverfinger's struggle.
"Dear Goddess' choice, I am Henryd the Dragon Slayer! Now I serve as the gatekeeper of Jufuba." The dwarf spoke, his voice seemed a bit dull.
Taking a close look at the dwarf in front of him, Snorri realized how prominent his figure was.
If Snorri himself can be considered well-proportioned among dwarves, and Brother Gnom can be called strong, then words like strong and majestic need to be used to describe this dwarf warrior.
Sitting on Master Silverfinger's back, this strong man was almost as tall as Snorri who was standing. His wide butt occupied Master Silverfinger's entire back. If he stood up, even if the dwarf had shorter legs, he would be taller than him.
Ordinary people are more than one head taller.
"Dragon Slayer..." Snorri repeated. He knew that there was endless bloodshed behind this simple and straightforward title.
"Yes, before I became a gatekeeper, I traveled across the continent as an adventurer. I beheaded a pointy-eared beast on the Gray Mountains and tamed the forest dragon! I returned to my hometown to avoid the limelight."
Henryd raised his head proudly. He held down the silver-fingered master to prevent him from reaching out, so he pouted and gestured to Snorri to look at his back - a green dragon skin cloak with the dragon's head made into a hood. p>
"What does this strong man come to visit me late at night to ask for?" Snorri asked. The dwarf in front of him has a dark beard and is in his prime. Visually, he should not be troubled by lack of energy.
"Is it because I don't have enough energy in that area?" A hint of bad humor suddenly flashed through Snorri's heart, but he still maintained a serious expression on his face.
"My father returned to the palace of the ancestors early, and my mother raised me all the way. Her health has not been very good these years. Can you ask the goddess of the ancestors to give her divine grace?"
Listening to Henryd's words, Snorri's eyes suddenly became moist. He thought of his father, who worked day and night for official duties and was suppressed by a lot of hatred. After getting the ritual ability, the first thing he thought of was not this man who had always been there.
Care for his elders.
Snorri's silence did not surprise Henryd. Anyone with common sense knows that praying to the gods for divine favor requires paying a huge price.
From the perspective of Henryd and Master Silverfinger, Snorri was waiting for the dwarf in front of him to offer his price.
"Master Snorri, you are from a noble family and have superb skills. I am afraid that you will not appreciate the wealth I have gained through hard work over the years." Henryd spoke.
"I have family equipment, but exchanging it with you is against the teachings of my ancestors. If you can ask the ancestor goddess to bless my mother, then I am willing to serve you for fifty years! Just take care of the food. That's it.
." Henry looked at Snorri.
"With my ability, if I use standard equipment, Agrim in the north wouldn't dare to say that I can definitely beat me!"
Snorri kept nodding his head after hearing this. He believed in the strength of this strong man.
"Si, Snorri, don't listen to him!" Seeing Snorri's movements, Master Silverfinger spoke hastily as soon as he took a breath.
"Most of the strength of our dwarves lies in our equipment! This guy is so big that he can't even wear the ancestral plate armor. How can he compete with the Butcher King with just an ax?"
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