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"That problem can be solved later." Lancelo said, "When will we set out?"

"Let's leave tomorrow morning, if everyone is fine." The Elf Prince glanced at everyone, "We have to spend a day going to Pascole and cross the Hofenstein River with the cover of night. After that, we will rest in the cave during the day and rush to reach Gomendecoria within five days. There I will contact the local lurking spies and decide on the plan to sneak into the fortress."

"Okay." Lancelo nodded, "Everyone have a good rest tonight, and we have to return to the day of bedding."

Responding to him was a kind laugh, Akshian looked at the group of people in front of him in amazement. They were about to go on a very dangerous mission, but they still had such an optimistic attitude. Obviously, this group of people were either fools or real adventurers, and the possibility of the latter now seems to be a little more important.

"Ahem, there is another small problem." The Elf Prince cleared his throat and attracted everyone's attention again. "I need to do some... processing of your armor."

"What do you mean?" Alamil covered his chest. "My armor is in very good condition..."

"I have no doubt about this, just want them to be more in line with the environment in the north." Aksian waved to the dwarf bartender, "Dag, take these friends to visit your basement. I need you to add a little 'decoration' to their armor."

"Really? That's great!" The dwarf bartender opened a horizontal board on the bar, "Let them in quickly. Don't you mind taking care of me for a while, Prince?"

"My hands that have killed countless monsters should be able to hold the cups." The elf waved his hand, "Please keep all their bills on me tonight."

"Oh!" Bruto, who was sleepy just now, suddenly widened his eyes, "This is really interesting! I found that I already fell in love with you, elf!"

"Haha, I hope you like what you're going to see more." Akshian's face showed a weird smile.

Lancelo raised his eyebrows and followed through the bar with some curiosity, leading everyone from an unusually wide staircase into the basement of the dwarf bar.

There was a smell of coal and metal in the air that came, which made it easy for him to guess what kind of place was below. As he expected, the wide basement was a typical dwarf workshop, a small furnace half-fixed to the wall, with dark red coal burning inside; iron inkstones, grinding wheels, workbenches, and tannery were scattered around, and there were neatly stacked tools and raw materials on the side.

But it was not these that really attracted Lancero, but a set of armor hanging on the wall. The shape of the dwarf's heavy armor can be vaguely seen from the appearance, but the surface is covered with sharp blades and spikes. These things that should not have appeared on the armor are so dense that the armor itself becomes a weapon. After wearing this armor, it is enough to cause terrible wounds to cause, and it is difficult for the opponent not to hurt himself when attacking.

"I was once a member of the famous 'Riser' legion in the Mirsier Hall. When the orcs hear our war cry, their legs will become weak, and the dark elves will urinate under our attack." The dwarf bartender proudly held his chest, looking at the set of 'murder weapons' on the wall with a gaze that looked like a lover.

"What do you want to bring us here?" Bruto asked impatiently. "If you want to hear your boast about the glorious achievements of the past, I would rather have a glass of ale in my hand..."

"No, that's not the purpose of Aksian Mingyan sending you to me." The brown-bearded dwarf named Dag shook his head. "He wanted me to transform your armor like the war suits of the Rippers. For some reason, the demons seemed to be used to this style, wearing such armor on the streets of Gomendecoria, where the evil residents would not even look at you."

"Uh..." Bruto swallowed hard, "It seems easy to hurt himself."

"Since other dwarves can do it, you can do it too." Lancelo encouraged his dwarves companion, "I can't wait to see you rush into a group of demons in such armor."

"You need it too, Sir Lancelot." Dag looked at them seriously, "You all need it except the succubus paladin."

Lancelow choked, and the rest of the people also showed a look of horror.

"What are you going to do?" asked Cola, who was not mentally burdened by Caralin. He was a spellcaster in a robe and didn't understand the enthusiasm of melee home buyers for armor.

"It's just some temporary devices, and it's very convenient to install and remove them." The dwarf pulled out a strip of metal covered with spikes from the workbench. "Since it's a temporary measure, it will fall off after hitting it five or six times, but you're going to do the infiltration work, right? So these things are just decorations for you..."

"I don't want to add these things to my pretty armor." Alamir looked desperate, "but we have no choice, right?"

"Not only that, you have to find a way to make your hair white, just like a drow elf." Dag replied with a smile.

"Occasionally I'm happy to try some different styles." Lancelo shrugged and began to remove his shoulder armor, while Bruto and Alamil followed suit, "It's all for the success of the mission, isn't it?"

"It makes you look like bandits who are armed with ogres or orcs." Karalin said gloatingly, "has a reputation like anal clefter."

"What are you waiting for?" Dag looked at Karalin with a serious expression, "You take it off, too."

"I want it too?" The scholar was frightened and jumped back, covering his chest with his hands, "I can't cast spells with those heavy things..."

"Ah, you don't need that." The dwarf bartender got under the tool table and pulled out another box, "I want to dress you up like a witch and see my stock... Which style do you prefer, goblins or orcs?"

"Is there any difference between them?"

"The highlights of the goblin style include shawls made with goblin fingers, cloaks made with a complete goblin skin, and a string of necklaces made with air-dried goblin heads." The bartender held up a string of necklaces to show scholars, and the small goblin heads on them were about the size of an apple. "The highlights of the orc style are necklaces made with wolf teeth, a large number of bird feathers, and a cloak with a bear's head hood..."

"Give me an orc." Karalin said quickly, "I happened to know a goblin..."

"Whatever you like." The dwarf shrugged, "Leave your armor and go back to the bar, and they will be fresh tomorrow morning."
Chapter completed!