Chapter 362 The agreement has been reached, are you going home soon?
The conscience of heaven and earth, if it were not for the financial deficit, the Dwarf Kingdom would not want to export so much mithril.
——This thing requires magical smelting! A palm-sized piece of mithril will consume a high-level priest of level 10 or above, as well as five or six mid-level priests, and a whole day's worth of divine magic!
If mithril is not smelted, how many tribesmen can be helped by using these magical arts to heal diseases, injuries, and take care of pregnant women and young children. Even if no one is sick, using them to forge weapons and armor can bring them closer to God the Father.
,Is not it?
If it weren't for the exhaustion of mining a large amount of ore, they wouldn't bargain hard!
So as soon as Archmage Serrano proposed the plan, the dwarves quickly agreed to take a look at the samples. The dwarf royal city was originally located in the heart of the mountain. Not far from the civilian area, there were mines extending in all directions. I wanted to find a place to try the steam engine.
It’s not difficult either.
Just, just...
Even if the steam engine is available, shouldn’t other equipment be customized first?
Grete followed him down the mine in confusion. Then, he watched helplessly as a bright light flashed, and Wizard Harry released the steam engine, which fell heavily to the ground. Then, he reached out and pointed at the copper ingots and iron that had been transported in advance and piled next to him.
ingot……
The metal blocks deformed on the spot, turning into gears, bearings, rockers, and various parts. Wizard Harry directed the dwarves to pick them up and assemble them on site, and they were able to fit perfectly!
Even though Grete had seen the big boss rub the mercury arc rectifier, he was still fascinated by it when he watched it again. Until the steam engine pulled the mine car, "clang, clang", "clang, clang", and climbed up the slope, he still couldn't come to his senses:
...The ability of this transformation magician is too unscientific!
The dwarves have already begun to calculate. Such a steam engine working at full capacity is equivalent to at least 20 dwarves carrying ore uphill all day long. Moreover, it can work during the day and at night, which means that it can
Fifty or sixty dwarves escape from the boring life of transporting ore...
And only one person is needed to look after it! The fire is the magma from the ground fire, and the water is the snow water brought from outside the cave. The manager only needs to clean up and maintain it, and shovel the bottom of the boiler regularly! Compared with dragging a heavy mine cart, walking along the underground
It’s so easy to climb up the track!
Calculated in this way, even if the output of mithril mine increases by 20 times, the labor put in by the dwarves will not increase, but will become much easier.
This business can be done!
The strong big hand of the dwarf elder immediately grasped Wizard Harry and shook it vigorously:
“This stuff is good!”
The negotiations are progressing smoothly. The dwarves can get the same amount of money by paying less labor than before, and they also get additional orders. The trade group gave the processing dimensions, ordered 20 steam engines from the dwarves, and promised to
Keep ordering - and smile.
The income from these orders instantly turned into grain, ale and wine on the purchase list.
On the day before the dwarf king's 400th birthday, they finally reached a preliminary agreement. According to the dwarf elders who presided over the negotiations, the agreement could be sealed as long as it was approved by the group of elders and submitted to the king.
The elders of the dwarf kingdom are composed of seven elders, who are responsible for different affairs. Based on past experience, the elders generally do not interfere too much in the agreements reached by the elder in charge of trade, and at most make minor adjustments to individual clauses; and the king has already
I'm 400 years old, and I won't interfere too much...
Therefore, this negotiation has been considered a success!
Long live!
You'll be able to go home soon!
With such joy, the magicians attended the king's 400th birthday banquet. When sitting at the banquet table, everyone was in high spirits for the happy occasion. Even if the past two tables were guests of the Church of the Lord of Glory, the magicians just turned around.
Open your eyes and pretend you didn't see it.
——Anyway, the scene is lively enough and there are enough things to see without having to stare at annoying people!
Grete sat in the banquet, looking left and right, dizzy. He had held a free clinic in Mithril District for seven or eight days before, and had gained a high enough reputation. At this moment, half of the dwarves coming and going nodded to him.
Smiles, shakes of hands, pats on the shoulders. If Gretel had not equipped himself with [Mage Armor] in advance, he would really be unable to bear this kind of enthusiasm.
The blond orc who also attended the banquet as an envoy even brought the canine orc he rescued to specially come over to offer a toast.
Grete: "...No need to..."
The dwarf king's birthday banquet was hundreds of blocks away from the human banquet in terms of liveliness or noise. Two to three hundred long tables were set up in the cave hall, and thousands of people were cheering, drinking, shouting, and painting.
Rings and cheers vibrated back and forth under the dome, the echoes were buzzing, and the noise was so noisy that people's scalps exploded.
Even this cannot cover up the rough voice of the dwarf bard:
"The body of the giant Black Gate,
Used to create the vast land;
His bones made mountains,
The skull melts into the blue sky.
A dwarf appeared in the bone marrow of his arm,
A dwarf grew out of the bone marrow in his finger.
Especially strong thigh bones,
Barbarian brothers grew from the bone marrow..."
Dwarves, humans, orcs, and barbarians were all gathered together under the dome. Gretel looked at the plate in front of him helplessly and had no appetite for the wooden wine glass that was bigger than his head. The meal was rich and hot.
Steaming haggis pie, beer-roasted pork ribs, smoked venison, not to mention three different colors of blood sausage...
However, along the way, I have long been tired of eating, how can I break it?
He wants to eat vegetables... He misses fruits... Why didn't he bring hundreds more canned fruits before coming out this time? No, why didn't he develop canned fruits when he was in the Mage Tower?
"Bernard, I leave it to you..."
Grete pushed the dinner plate aside. When the bard sang the third song, the cheers suddenly became louder. Seven elders filed in, followed by white beards and white hair, and their beards almost reached the ground.
The dwarf king waved around and greeted the guests with a smile as he walked.
Gretel tried his best to stretch his head and look at the 400-year-old dwarf, which is almost equivalent to a human centenarian. This king has sagging skin, sparse hair, and many age spots on his face. However, his steps as he walked through the passage
But he is still stable. When he steps on the steps, he does not need help from others step by step. It is obvious that he was a strong warrior when he was young.
The king sat high on the throne, higher than Gretel's head, ensuring that all the guests could see it. Then, he picked up a golden helmet from the right side of the throne, filled it with wine, and raised it above his head:
"Thank you all guests for coming to my birthday banquet! After today, the new king selection competition will begin, and I will pass the throne to the new king according to tradition!"