There is basically no lighting in the dwarf's mountain fortress. If you want to judge the passage of time, you often need to rely on the graduated candles produced by the lighting supplies guild.
This kind of candle burns stably in a windless underground environment. It is designed through precise calculations so that each mark is just enough to burn for one hour.
As the candles in the room burned three large bars, the moon was already high in the sky, and two young dwarves in Snorri's room were burping in front of the sheep bones on the table.
"Cousin, at such a young age, you have mastered master-level runes at such a young age. I read in the book that only Tour and Erni have done it. He is the biological son of Granny and Varaya.
I heard from the soldiers, they said you received the divine favor from Valaya, laugh, laugh to death, hahaha! Hiccup, the ancestors and gods haven’t performed miracles for many years, let me see, you might be her.
His illegitimate son!"
Balin was drunk and began to talk nonsense, while Snorri crossed his short legs and used a mutton bone as a toothpick to pick his teeth.
"My health is not good at all. It's really inconvenient to cross my legs!" Knowing that an elder might visit in the evening, Snorri barely touched the barrel of ale in front of him. On the contrary, Balin was extremely excited and drank his barrel of wine.
All gone.
"When the time comes, cousin, you can gather a large army and lead a bunch of hammer guards, and then add dozens of flame cannons to regain the fortress and become a lord. It's not just a joke, hahaha!
You will definitely not forget me, right? Give me an official position, I am good at finance and internal affairs! When I saw what happened to Desni's parents, how could they beg me? Hahaha!" Bahrain's imagination was aided by alcohol.
It has completely gained wings.
"Dozens of flame cannons? How dare you think about it? Why don't you just arrange an airship for me! Well, according to the age of a dwarf, Bahrain is still a minor. He wouldn't have embarked on the journey of being the hero of a slap-in-the-face novel at such a young age.
There is a way out, looking at this situation, is it possible to break off the engagement?"
Although they are not very old in both lives, Snorri still has experience far beyond his peers with his rich reserve of literary knowledge.
While enjoying with great interest the drunken speech of the protagonist of the template for breaking off the engagement in another world and slapping him in the face, Snorri carefully listened for possible sounds at the door.
Finally, he heard the knock on the door that he had longed for. He held down Balin, who was unsteady and still wanted to struggle to open the door, and moved him to the bed in the back room. Snorri opened the door.
At the door, a dwarf whose face was obscured by a hood flashed into the room.
"Snorri Thorson?" the dwarf spoke, and he could tell that he was an elder. The wisdom and vicissitudes contained in his voice were something that the dwarves of his father's generation did not have.
"Uncle Iron Chisel, uh, master?" Although Snorri had already guessed the identity of the visitor, he still couldn't help asking.
"Ha, that's right." The old dwarf took off his hood, revealing a kind face. His snow-white beard had grown to his knees, and his eyebrows were almost pure white. He was the same as the older dwarf Snorri had met before.
People are different. His face has not been damaged by wind and frost, and there are no scars that many old dwarves regard as medals.
For dwarves, who almost all troops wear heavy armor, the exposed face is an easily injured part.
The old dwarf straightened his back and glanced around the room, with a smile on his face.
"It's been a long time since I've been to this floor! I think I lived next door to you for many years when I was a prince. It's been over two hundred years, but nothing has changed."
He wrinkled his nose and took a breath, "Hey, roasted rock sheep and ale, you really enjoy it, young man! Let me guess, is it Bergman No. 7 or Collison Selection?"
Before Snorri could answer, he started talking to himself again, "It seems that Thorgrin has done really well over the years. I still remember that when I became a rune blacksmith, I shared a roasted suckling pig with some of my brothers and that was it.
Hahaha!"
The Chisel Master was about to continue his memories when Snorri couldn't help but interrupt him:
"The roasted suckling pig you ate with your brothers when you became a rune blacksmith, what about when you became a rune master?"
The old dwarf rolled his eyes at Snorri and smiled:
"Do you think that everyone is as favored by the Mother Goddess as you, and that they can master master-level runes in less than two years after becoming a rune blacksmith? This master is as smart as a villain, and he only became a rune blacksmith in his early three hundred years.
Master Wen’s, at that time, it was harmful, so I might as well not mention it!”
Seeing that he had said the wrong thing, Snorri quickly apologized.
"As people get older, they talk too much and almost forget important things!" The old dwarf patted his forehead, "Here, what is the name of your rune? Show it to me!"
Snorri quickly took out the scroll from his arms and handed it over.
Master Iron Chisel took the scroll and unfolded it. When he saw the runes, he nodded: "Well, the strength of this magical wind is undoubtedly a master-level rune!"
He stretched out his fingers to touch the runes again. Snorri was startled when he saw this, "Uncle, be careful!".
The old dwarf's fingers touched the runes, but the huge fireball he saw before did not appear.
"Don't worry, young man, you have to trust your beard and experience! I can forge more runes than you have ever seen!"
Iron Chisel swayed his snow-white beard while carefully feeling the flow of magical wind in the runes with his fingers.
"The mechanism of this rune is somewhat similar to the rune of anger and destruction, but, well, the structure of this energy circuit is something I have never seen before. Judging from the seal carving marks, it is indeed fresh!"
He put down the scroll and turned to Snorri:
"If some old guy hadn't figured out the method of carving this rune from somewhere, and then traveled thousands of miles to Karaz-a-Karak, he had escaped the supervision of the patrol and successfully carved the rune, but by chance,
If your kid gets it,"
He paused, and a smile spread across his cheeks, "Then I can call you Master Snorri!"
Although Snorri was well prepared when he heard this, he still couldn't help but want to jump up to celebrate. Suddenly he realized something was wrong.
"Isn't Master Iron Chisel here to share with me his experience in passing the guild review? How come he seems to be here to congratulate me?"
As soon as his mind changed, he suppressed his body's reaction.
"But uncle, I heard that we still have to pass the assessment of our Rune Blacksmith Guild later on," Snorri said slowly, considering the words.
"Have some patience, kid. Don't interrupt me in a hurry. What did I say? I can call you Master Snorri, but I didn't say that others can, hahaha!" The old dwarf smiled slyly and made a joke.
"You can keep your composure at such a young age. Yes, yes, he is a person who can do big things! When I'm your age, well, you're not even a hundred years old. If I hear this news, I'm afraid it won't be the invitation to the wedding banquet.
It’s written!”
The Chisel Master was full of praise for Snorri's performance. He is extremely talented but not outstanding. Who doesn't like it?
"Come on, let me tell you about my review process back then. I also participated in several reviews after I became the vice president of the association. Let's talk about it one by one."
The chisel master sat down and stroked his beard and prepared to speak. Snorri was so interested that he handed over the wine glass.
At this moment, there was only a "click" sound, and the door that had just been repaired was broken again!
