Feng Zhan always remembers a classic plot: the less you say, the easier it is to start a fight!

The conversation between two people now contains less than ten words. If they get into a fight, it will be huge.

I couldn't help but hid behind me, it was safer to stay away from them.

"Gandall, your loud voice scared the young man behind you, hahaha!" said the old dwarf.

"Hmph, it's you, you old boy, who scared my apprentice. Let's figure it out and pay for it!" Gandall turned his head to look at Feng Zhan and pinched his ears.

"Damn, you really like to blackmail people!" The old dwarf rolled his eyes!

"Tch, old Gonk!" Gandall smiled.

"Stop talking nonsense, let's go and talk inside!" Gonk was not talking nonsense with Gandall, but pulled him towards a small palace inside.

Seeing the sonorous and powerful footsteps of the two people and the crispness of the impact on the ground, Feng Zhan was really a little angry. Everyone knew him, but he was frightened here.

Approaching this small palace, it is easy to find that the door of this small palace is very short, more than two meters, which is of course high enough for dwarves.

Feng Zhan, who almost hit his head, was shocked again after entering. He originally found that the space behind the door on the second floor was quite large. Now, this miniature palace, which is only a few dozen meters long, is actually even bigger inside.

For a kilometer or two, these dwarves are really indescribable, and the sea water is immeasurable!

In the palace, Gonker and Gandalf sat opposite each other. When they sat down, they looked straight at each other with sharp eyes, but neither of them spoke. This stare lasted for half an hour.

, just when Feng Zhan was wondering if Gonk’s butt would hurt sitting in armor, someone finally started to speak.

"Serve the wine!" Gonker's voice sounded, and soon, two oak barrels were brought up.

Feng Zhan is a bit strange, it's so unconventional. You're just fine serving tea, but what's the fuss about when you serve wine?

Gandalf and Gonker didn't hesitate at all. They directly picked up the oak barrel, pulled out the stopper, and poured it into their mouths. The strong smell of wine dissipated. The two of them felt more comfortable than drinking water.

I finished it in a few minutes, and the barrel contained more than ten liters of wine.

"Happy!" the two said in unison.

"How's it going, old Gonk, can we talk business now?" Gandall said, wiping his mouth.

"Of course, Gandalf, you are still so generous!" Gonk threw the wine barrel directly.

"Tell me what price you want!" Gandall went straight to the point!

Gonker did not bargain directly, "Let me see the goods first! When did you become so impatient!"

"Nonsense, I'm busy, I don't have time to write with you!" Although Gandall said this, he still took out a pair of Night Demon's bone blades from nowhere and handed them to Gonk.

Gonk held it in his hand, looked at it carefully, nodded, then picked up the bone blade and rubbed it on his armor for a few times, then said "hmm"! Then he put the bone blade on the table next to him.

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"Old Gonk, that's good. Your armor is so strong. The dwarves' craftsmanship is really impressive!" Gandall said with a smile.

"That's right, we dwarves are born to be able to forge iron! Of course, your boy's skills can be regarded as the most famous among us dwarves!" Gonk replied without blushing and breathlessly.

Feng Zhan didn't say anything, just silently watching the performance of these two people.

"Haha, don't talk nonsense, Gonk, a ton of mithril is worth the price!" Gandall didn't say anything, but just insisted on what he said before.

"Gandall, you boy, don't be too greedy. Your pair of Night Demon bone blades are indeed of good quality, but just such a small thing is too much for a lion to ask for!" Gonkba chirped, savoring the wine.

smell.

"Old Gonk, do you think I don't know what you dwarves want from the Night Demon's bone blade?" Gandall chatted with erratic eyes.

"Hey, tell me, what do you want the bone blade for?" Gonk didn't believe Gandall's nonsense.

"Isn't it the Lohia Holy Empire that wants to get that thing? You think no one else knows about it! That is to say, you dwarves, you are so stupid and awesome. You think you are the only one who is the best, so you must have got it first.

, right!" Gandall said in a strange tone.

After a moment, Gonker stood up, like a cat whose tail was guessed.

"Why, you want to kill people and silence them!" Gandall joked.

Feng Zhan was sweating profusely. This guy seems to have revealed someone else's secret. Isn't he seeking death? It's over! It's over!

"I'll kill you. Just know it if you know it! I don't care how you know it, but the price definitely can't be so exaggerated! Don't you just want to kill me! Humph!" Gonk breathed out.

, said dissatisfied.

"Don't worry, old Gonk, we have been friends for many years, and I can still trick you!" Gandall said with a smile.

"Damn, you've tricked me a lot!" Gonk was directly the precursor to the explosion of complaints.

"Haha, it's all nonsense. I won't tease you anymore. Look, what is this!" Then, Gandall once again took out a pair of Night Demon bone blades and waved them in front of Gonk's eyes.

"I'll go, Gandall, you can do it. This rare thing, you actually have more than one pair!" He reached out and tried to grab the bone blade in Gandaul's hand, but Gandaul dodged it deftly.

"Haha, my brother has more than just these two pairs!" Gandall said with a smile.

"What, I'll take whatever you have in your hand!" Gonk said loudly.

"How much, it depends on how many things you dwarves can bring out!" Gandall was still smiling.

"Okay, I will give you a lot of the things you agreed with Coelio next. I can only give you a pound of mithril!" Gonk said.

"Don't worry, don't worry, Gonk, Mithril, I can't lose even a gram, and I'll have to double it!" Gandall said directly.

"Impossible, there's so much mithril, you think it's silver!" But he quickly shut his mouth and was stunned when he saw the Night Demon Bone Blade that appeared with a wave of Gandall's hand.

Pointing to the three hundred pairs of Night Demon bone blades piled in front of Gonk, Gandall chuckled and said, "Old Gonk, I said, double the mithril!"

Just as Gonk was walking towards the pile of bone blades in a daze, Gandall waved his hand, and all the bone blades disappeared without a trace, including the pair that Gonk placed on the table.

Gonk shouted: "You..."

"What are you doing? Double the mithril!" Gandall only said a few short words.

Gonker looked at Gandall without speaking, his eyes seemed to be thinking, but after hearing a few words from Gandall again, he moved.

"These are mutated night demons!"

"Okay, I accept it, but I can't make the final decision on this price. Please wait for me to ask for permission!"

"Even you kid can't be the master, so why do you have the nerve to say that you are a royal relative of your dwarf empire!?"

Gonke said angrily, "I am a relative of the emperor, not the emperor. Do you think I have the final say in everything? Wait, I will ask you!"

"Okay, I'll wait. Hurry up. If you are too slow, I will find someone else, such as the Lohia Holy Empire..."

"Humph, old man, keep an eye on this old boy. If he dares to run away before I come back, I'll chop him up!"

After that, about three hundred short and stocky dwarves gathered around. The axes in their hands were shining brightly and they were still shaking. They looked at Feng Zhan and trembled. This business was scary.

"Gonker, these few people are not enough for me to beat, and they want to scare me!" Gandall said with a smile.

"Huh!" Gonk walked towards the interior of the palace without looking back.

Looking at Gonker slowly disappearing, Feng Zhan walked to Gandaur, mainly because he couldn't get out, and asked, "Master, what do the dwarves want these bone blades for?"

"I wonder!" Gandalf said with a smile.

"Think about it!" Feng Zhan said expectantly.

"I won't tell you, hahaha!" Gandall laughed!
Chapter completed!