Chapter 2014 Solemn

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Chapter 2014 Solemn

?2014 Solemn

If Dyon was a less observant person, maybe he wouldn't consider Calen's actions very much. After all, wrapping a precious weapon like this after use was a bit eccentric, but not too overboard.

However, Dyon had inherited his mother's EQ. He was very good at reading people and was very sensitive to their changes in emotions. The only person he had ever failed to read perfectly was Aritzia, but he had never repeated that mistake again since then. This chapter made its debut appearance via N0v3lB1n.

He could tell not only by Calen's solemn expression, but also by the silent attitudes of the dwarven geniuses who had descended from the skies that this was no normal ritual.

"I'm sorry, did I take things too far?"

Calen looked up to see Dyon's concerned expression. It surprised him a bit, honestly. On the Ancient Battlefield, it was kill or be killed. Emotions like love, happiness, or even this concern, were incredibly rare. Even fathers and mothers didn't spare such thoughts toward their own children for the sake helping them grow stronger.

So, Dyon's thoughtfulness was completely foreign to him. It caused him to feel an emotion that was terribly hard to explain.

"No, it's nothing like that." Calen shook his head with a small, pained smile. "It's a great shame to lose one's weapon in battle. This spear isn't just a piece of metal, it's my brother. Letting it go due to a temporary moment of pain is unacceptable. Until I'm worthy of fighting alongside him again, I won't unsheathe him."

Hearing these words, Dyon gained a deeper understanding of dwarven culture. Maybe they treated their weapons the same way elves treated their beast companions.

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The meeting hall was filled with a solemn atmosphere.

Usually, for a place of such importance, there would be grand pillars and elegant embroidery. However, this so-called elders' gathering hall wasn't very grandiose at all.

In the background, a raging river that could swallow up even a whale rushed on. Its waters were so dark that one would think it was flowing with oil instead of water.

Before this lake, there were several dozen elders. Some were aged, some were youth, but each of them had the signature drooping ears and elegance appearance of dwarves.

There were no seats or thrones. In fact, each one of them stood tall. It should have been an odd atmosphere, but it was actually awe inspiring. There was an aura that could make one's bones quack in the air.

Dyon stood amidst all of this with a calm expression. To his side, Calen explained the situation with a bowed head. When he finished, he didn't dare to raise his gaze and instead continued to stare at the moist dirt beneath his feet.

Dyon, however, met the gaze of each and every elder. It seemed he was keen on seeing through each and every one of them.

"Are you aware of the history between the dwarves and elves, young man?"

The dwarven elder who spoke didn't seem to be in charge. Or, more accurately, it was hard to tell whether or not he was. Dyon could easily tell that they were all Half-Step Transcendents, but there didn't seem to be different rankings among them.

From this, Dyon concluded that the true powerhouses of the clan were not here, but this was to be expected. After all, to them, he was a youth of not even 1000 years old. And, even if he was older, it wasn't as though Calen had the power to invite individuals of that level out. Dyon would have to rely on himself for that.

"I am not..." Dyon responded frankly. He could have probably asked the World Tree for the details, but he had neglected to. To Dyon, the truth wasn't truly all that important. Whether or not the dwarves were hostile to him didn't make one difference. With his strength, he could come and go as he pleased.