Chapter 227

Buno mountain, one of the two mountains around the snow castle, is rich in minerals. After confessing to the witch's rule, it has become the territory of the dwarves.

Inside the mountainside, lamps are hung on both sides of the channel to illuminate the whole mountainside space.

In the night of Narnia, the moon has not appeared for a long time. Outside the dwarf territory, it is basically dark.

At this time, a handsome young man in a thick windbreaker came step by step from the snow with a wooden stick. When he was about to reach the hole, a dwarf finally found him.

"Who? Stop! " Two dwarves about one meter jumped out and stared at the handsome young man fiercely. The sharp short sword in his hand pointed to his chest without scruples.

The handsome young man has several vertical horny objects on his head, and his hands on sticks are like claws, but these still can't hide his handsome face and dusty temperament.

"Two friends of dwarves, I'm a friend of elder ente. If you need to find your elder ente, please inform me."

Gray didn't mention seks, the tree man, because the other party said that the tree man didn't talk to the white witch. The white witch has been very dissatisfied with them. At this time, putting forward their names is completely asking for trouble.

Yes, Gray was finally persuaded by sekes to come and look for dwarf help.

Because it's not just the tree people, gray learned that many ethnic groups in Narnia attach great importance to the oath, because the land can hear the voice of the swearer and respond.

Just swear in the name of race, that's the top priority.

No one will break their vows, because the consequences are definitely not what they want.

Sekes could swear for the dwarf, which showed that the dwarf was indeed, as he said, superior and trustworthy.

The two dwarfs looked up and down at him and whispered a few words. One of them hummed to him, "wait."

Then he left a dwarf looking at him and turned himself into the mountainside.

"My name is gray. What do you call my friend?" Gray took the lead in releasing goodwill.

But the dwarf glanced at him, raised his dagger high, and ignored him.

"Your hands are not sour after lifting for so long. Do you want to change and have a rest?" After a while, Gray said again.

Ten minutes later, the dwarf who had entered before came out with an old dwarf with gray hair.

"Who are you?" When the old dwarf saw Gray, he stared and asked angrily.

The soldier said it was his friend, but he knew very well that he didn't know the guy in front of him. He was angry when he thought he was so old and tossed.

"Don't be angry, Mr. ente. I'm Sikes's friend. He asked me to come to you." Gray quickly explained.

Among strangers, the first impression is very important. If the first impression is very bad, what to do next will certainly not be smooth.

The introduction of friends will always make people more close.

Sure enough, the old dwarf's face softened a lot when he heard sekes's name. He looked at him up and down and nodded, "come with me."

After being confirmed by their elders, the two dwarves didn't stop and let gray follow ente in.

"How's the old Sikes?" As soon as ente opened his mouth, he asked sekes for news. His tone was also that of an old friend.

It can be seen from this that sekes' words have great credibility. Indeed, sekes is worthy of being the person sekes is willing to swear to guarantee.

Gray nodded. "Mr. Sikes is fine."

"Yes, I haven't seen him for more than ten years. To build the vitality of the Terran, this old guy must not die."

Ente sighed and asked, "where is the old guy now?"

"Don't worry, Mr. ente. He said he would see you soon." Gray smiled softly.

Ente smiled with satisfaction, "OK, I'll wait for him. What do you want to build? In addition to making things, he won't introduce others. First of all, although you are a friend of the old guy, I won't give you a discount. I can provide materials, but you still have to pay the money you should pay. "

Ente finished like a firecracker and looked at gray.

"Of course, I don't dare to take advantage of you. I brought the materials myself and paid the money. Moreover, I don't need you to do it. I just want to borrow your equipment." Gray said directly, so that when people are ready to do it, you can do it by yourself. Isn't that disgusting?

"Don't worry. If you bring the materials, the workmanship is not expensive. I can ask my grandson to make them for you. My grandson's technology is now seven points higher than that of me. What do you want to make?" Ente said very considerately. He thought Gray was afraid of not enough money.

"It's not convenient here. Go to your workshop." Gray looked at the dwarves who were moving all the time and whispered.

Ente didn't insist. He knew that his friend was not a white witch. Maybe this one was the same. Some words were not suitable to say here.

Of course, he knows, but he won't say it and pretend to be just a normal customer.

Many things are made here by the dwarves. The dwarves are famous boutiques, and many things in Narnia are made by the dwarves.

Of course, many other humanoid races also have their own workshops, which can be self-sufficient, but the technology is not as good as the dwarves, and the finished products are not sophisticated enough.

They came to the place belonging to the elder ente, "now you can say, what do you want to make?"

"Magic props, I want to create a batch of magic props!"

Ententon's old face sank and his eyes looked at him. "Are you kidding me?"

Gray didn't say much. As soon as he reached out to the old man's forge, the flame inside soared and flew out into a flame dragon.

"You are..."

"Yes, he is a magician." On the ground, a stump slowly floated out, "long time no see, ente, my old friend."

"Asshole, you're not dead yet?"

"Obviously, I can live for hundreds of years." Sikes shrugged. "It's going to trouble you today. We don't have complete equipment, and you have the best in Narnia. I'll let him come to you."

In Narnia, although some strange races have some mysterious abilities, they are actually similar to instinct, not magic.

Narnia gave them unique conditions, deprived them of some characteristics, so that few of them could master magic.

"Yes, I can lend you something." Ente agreed without much thought.

He really can't do magic props, and no one in the whole dwarf family can do them. What they do is the boutique of mortal weapons.

It is said that the last time there were magic props in the dwarves, the white witch came in person and made her ice and snow crown with countless precious materials, which is a symbol of her power in Narnia.

"Thank you for your help, Mr. ente." Gray took out a handful of gold coins. "I looked at your equipment. I'm not familiar with it. Maybe I'll ask you to help me later. Won't I offend you?"

"It doesn't matter. I'd like to see how magic props are made." Old ente took the gold coins impolitely and put them in his pocket calmly.

"OK, time is pressing. Let's start preparing now."

"I think we should sleep, and then raise enough energy before we start. No matter what we make, it's a very energy-consuming thing." Ente suggested, "of course, I can guarantee that no one will disturb you."

Although old ente wanted to see how the magic props should be made immediately, he knew himself clearly and didn't have enough energy to stick to it.

Gray looked at the bracelet and a number appeared on it. It's really late now. It's really unreasonable to let the old man stay up with him.

According to sekes, old ente is in his sixties and can't stand it.

Gray smiled apologetically. "It's really my thoughtlessness. I'll prepare first and start tomorrow."