Chapter 634 Tiezu’s treasure

Author: Half-wounded but not broken

Chapter 634 Tiezu’s treasure

In today's era, the social status of a pastor is very high, and not everyone can be a pastor.

First of all, you must be pious enough, secondly, you must have a certain degree of magic power, and finally, you need to spend a long time learning theological knowledge.

Especially for the last item, people without any wealth or social status cannot be satisfied at all. Even the seminary requires recommendation before admission, and not everyone is admitted. Therefore, the family of a pastor like Von Dahl is definitely not an ordinary family.

But Pei Renli really didn't expect that Mr. Fondar was actually a military consul, which was equivalent to the supreme leader of all the troops in Overlook City.

It is indeed difficult to see that such a big official lives in a small two-story house with peeling paint on the walls.

Fondar doesn't care much. With the size of Wangwang City here, no matter how awesome he is, he is just a village cadre...

But having said that, dwarves have all kinds of problems, but they are really enthusiastic when it comes to greeting guests.

It didn't take long for Perrenli and Alton to be forced to their seats. Table Mountain was filled with dishes made from various meats, all of which were fried and fried.

There are very few vegetables, only potatoes, potatoes and potatoes...

——This seems to be the same thing.

If we insist on counting vegetables, we would at most add pickled radish, so the variety is not too rich.

But how could a dwarf entertain guests without wine?

A special pony carriage was delivered. Large pottery urns that were almost as tall as Perenli were placed against the wall in the dining room. Peri Renli and Alton stared at them.

Damn, that's it.

There are three things that must be present at a dwarf's banquet: meat, potatoes, and wine.

It doesn't matter if there are others or not.

This has nothing to do with lack of material, these are the three things dwarves love most.

In Vondar's words, if a dwarf does not drink alcohol, eat meat or potatoes, and only chews vegetable leaves all day long, then there is no doubt that this grandson must be a mimic in disguise.

Moreover, at dwarf banquets, wine is the most important thing. In other banquets, it is said that the wine comes first and then the five flavors of food come first. Here, the wine comes first and then the five flavors of food come first.

It tastes like meat, potato, radish...

"Drink. You can't buy the wine in my hometown outside. Drink quickly."

Pei Renli quickly refused:

"No, no, I have to go to the city hall tomorrow."

Alton also echoed:

"Yeah, yeah, I don't want to go out with a hangover tomorrow."

Drinking with dwarves is a bit self-destructive.

But when it came to this, Vondar's father rubbed his red nose and said:

"There's no need to go. I sent your request, and I specifically designated this boy. I just didn't expect that his friends would come back with him."

"Ah? Designate me? Old man, are you drunk too much?"

"Fart! If I don't send you a commission, you won't go home for a fucking hundred or two hundred years!"

The reason why Vondar became an adventurer is very simple. He just wanted to go out and see things, and didn't want to be trapped in a barren little place like Overlook City for the rest of his life.

I always feel that the father and son's mode of communication is to quarrel with each other, and after that, they can get down to business.

"I didn't ask you to come back just to make you come back to anger me. It's because of business."

"What's the matter?"

"Do you have anything to do with the Ironfoot Dwarves?"

"Of course I remember. When I was a kid, you wanted to talk about it every day. It almost annoyed me to death."

Perrenli and Alton looked at each other, nodded in agreement, and chose to watch the show.

"The Iron-footed dwarves have a huge mine full of treasures deep in the desert. Their wealth is enough to buy the entire Overlook City. The story is well written."

"Damn it, I'll say it again! That's not a story, it's history!"

"That's nonsense, old man, do you think my time in the seminary was in vain? It's said in the book that the treasure is just a legend."

"You wait."

Von Dahl's father ran up the stairs with a bang and then ran down again and threw something like a blanket into Von Dahl's arms.

"This is the thing that was wrapped around you when I picked up your kid. See for yourself."

It was a wool blanket, very dwarf-style, with thick and large threads.

But the woolen blanket was woven with complex patterns using different colors of wool, and it also had the words "Vondar, the Iron-footed Dwarf" written on it in Dwarven language.

"Impossible, I am a dwarf from the Great Mountain Range!"

Dwarves are divided into clans, and to dwarves, clans have a very important status. This is nothing to joke about.

"You are a fucking iron-footed dwarf, and you are the only iron-footed dwarf that I know of."

Fondar looked like his pupils were shaking, but he still said firmly:

"That's none of my business. I say that I am a dwarf from the Great Mountain Range. I am a dwarf from the Great Mountain Range."

"Yes, you can do whatever you want, and I also want you to consider yourself a dwarf from the Great Mountains, but the problem is that now I need you to be an iron-footed dwarf."

"ah?"

Fondar's father said angrily:

"Originally I didn't plan to ask you to come back, but recently we killed a smuggling gang's warehouse, and I found this thing inside."

He took out a piece of cloth from his arms and threw it on the table. It looked dark, more like a rag.

But if you look closely, you will find that it is actually a metal product made of extremely fine silver and copper wires. The black color is actually the result of the oxidation of silver.

"What's this?"

"Map, map with the Ironfoot dwarf mines marked."

"Isn't that the story you made up, old man?"

"Have you got wool stuffed in your fucking ears? I repeat, this is not a story! This is real history!"

When Alton heard that it was a map, he immediately stretched his neck to look around, and his hands shrank and retracted, as if he was very interested.

Vondar's father simply threw the map to Alton and let him read it for himself.

"The Ironfoot dwarves were once allies of Overlook City. They were responsible for mining precious minerals. We protected the safety of the Ironfoot dwarves and sold metal products made from these ores. This has been the case for thousands of years."

This was said to Perrenli and Alton, who didn't know anything about the Iron-footed dwarves.

"Until five or six hundred years ago, a sandstorm covered the mines deep in the desert, and we lost contact with the Ironfoot dwarves."

Pei Renli said strangely:

"No one has gone to see it for so many years?"

"Dwarves are very good at keeping secrets, especially when great wealth is involved."

Fondar's father hummed twice and continued:

"Only they know the location of the iron-footed dwarves' mines. The mines themselves are protected by powerful spells, and only the blood of the iron-footed dwarves can open the way to the mines. In the past, our transactions were all at a place on the edge of the desert.

They were carried out at the trading post, and after the sandstorm enveloped the entire desert, we never contacted them again."

"Then Fondar..."

"Who knows where this kid came from? Her mother and I found him on the roadside when we were patrolling with the army. He had nothing but a piece of cloth on his body."

"Old man, do you mean to let me reopen the mine?"

"This is your fate. I didn't tell you before because there was no evidence to mark the location of the mine. It's different now."

He pointed to the map:

"You are an iron-footed dwarf. No matter how much you don't want to admit it, you are still an iron-footed dwarf. Only you can reveal what happened back then. This is your right and obligation."

Vondar suddenly fell silent, but Alton suddenly became energetic:

"Wait a minute, I just heard that there is a lot of wealth in the mine?"

"Countless wealth, everything of the Iron-footed dwarves is there. Don't think it's just a cave. Back then, the Iron-footed dwarves built a huge fortress on the mine to protect everything they had, but the yellow sand also flooded everything.

The ironfoot dwarves' mines have no food source, and now I'm afraid..."

Seeing that Alton seemed interested, Vondar's father continued:

"After all, so much time has passed. No one knows what happened to the iron-footed dwarves' mines. It may also be full of monsters now. It is impossible for the city guard to complete such a task. If you are interested, just accompany my stupid son.

Let’s go together.”

"How is the reward calculated?"
To be continued...