Chapter 442： conspiracy

Emaar walked out of the house with a serious face, and saw Gunther, the chief's son of the Blood Bull Tribe, waving to him from a distance.

The bastard! Today was an unexpected surprise for him.

He strode towards him.

Gunther winked and asked him, "What did that old man Eugene tell you?"

"You don't know? That's fine, it's none of your business!" Emaar replied in a low voice.

"Hmph! It's fine if you don't say anything, I'm not interested." Gunther said indifferently.

"But I have something that interests you."

He put his hand on Emaar's shoulders, judging from the height difference between the orc and the dwarf from a distance, he looked like an elder encouraging a younger generation.

"Get your dirty hands off!" Emaar grabbed Gunther's wrist in disgust and threw it away.

"Your temper is as bad as ever." The chief's son rubbed his wrist, "But the benevolent and generous Lord Gunther still wants to tell you that there is a big deal waiting for us, do you want to do it together?"

"Big deal?" Emaar raised his ears.

He needs wealth, and today's conversation with the old orc has strengthened his determination to search for more wealth to complete his plan.

Gunther pointed a finger in the distance, and Emaar looked along.

"Humanity?"

He curled his lips in disgust.

"How did these wizened fellows get here?"

"Oh! Don't underestimate that human being."

Gunther rubbed his hands excitedly and looked at the humans with greedy eyes.

"I saw with my own eyes at the banquet that he took out a priceless... priceless... treasure that seemed to be called porcelain and gave it to my father, and then my father hid it."

"Hmm! It should be very precious to be able to enter the eyes of Chief Asoye?" Emaar thought.

"It's more than precious!" Gunther waved his arms exaggeratedly, "The moment the treasure bottle was taken out, all the decorations in our longhouse were eclipsed. Let me tell you..."

"Then what business do you come to me for?" Emaar interrupted Gunther's increasingly exaggerated description. In fact, he had already guessed all kinds of things in his heart.

"Hey!" Gunther grinned strangely, his fangs protruded abruptly with a wide grin, and sticky blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

"I asked someone to quietly look at the luggage of that human being and his companion. There are several boxes and bags, and there should be many treasures like that porcelain inside. How about it? Do you want to make a vote together!"

Gunther looked at Emaar with encouraging eyes.

He couldn't do anything near the blood cow tribe, it would be bad if his father found out. Gunther needs to lure the humans to a place where they won't attract attention.

"Those humans just plan to cross the Rocky Mountains, and they are looking for guides all over the world. Is there any place that won't attract the attention of outsiders than the Rocky Mountains? So, I want you to go..."

Before Gunther could finish speaking, Emaar yelled, "Damn it, do you want me to be a traitor to the dwarves? A large group of humans, including you and your men, were discovered by other tribes, and I Are you still alive?"

Gunther said wryly, "Oh, dear Emaar! You always talk about yourself as if you have never done this kind of thing, even though we have had many pleasant cooperations and each time 'Do you want me to be a traitor to the dwarves?' I appreciate your thick-skinned ability. Well then, I'll try to persuade you again like the first time."

"Their fate has decided that it is impossible to leak the secrets of the dwarves. Besides, it is not to let them enter the Rocky Mountain. As long as we clean them up in the outer area, we will not attract the attention of the people in the mountain."

He raised his voice, "Now, Emaar, give me a sweet word, do you want to do it or not? Also, I want to remind you that even without you, I will find other ways to keep those humans here 'forever'. "

The dwarf rolled his eyes, "How many people are there? What kind of guy do they have?"

"Haha!" Gunther laughed happily. The dwarf in front of him is about to join the gang. He is really a greedy guy, and he only needs to be provoked a little every time.

"The number of people is about thirty people. The weapons are nothing more than swords and light crossbows. The key is that no one is wearing heavy armor. At that time, I can take care of them with dozens of armored warriors."

"Okay, after the matter is done, everyone will get half of the spoils."

"20% for you, 80% for me!"

"60% for you, 40% for me!"

"No! It's just you two and eight!"

"Damn it, I'm taking a huge risk!"

…

Stanford sat on a tree stump with a melancholy face, troubled by not being able to find a guide.

Is it really necessary to forcibly venture into the Rocky Mountains without a guide?

"Hey, human!"

He heard a greeting, raised his head and looked around.

A round dwarf is walking towards him. He is a little shorter than other dwarves, but his waist is thicker. The most notable feature is his beard, which is carefully groomed into small braids. .

Hey? I seem to have seen it somewhere.

"Eh? Are you calling me?"

"Nonsense, is there a second human around here?"

The dwarf strode up to him and stopped.

"I heard that you are looking for a guide to enter Rocky Mountain?"

"Yeah, it's just that I've looked all over your camp and there isn't a single dwarf

^0^Willing to help us. "

"Hmph! That's because you haven't asked Master Emar about me yet! Didn't you go all over our camp? Why didn't you find me? The place is not big."

"Uh…"

Stanford remembered that this was the angry dwarf who rushed out of the tent at the beginning.

I don't want to be troublesome!

He had a smile on his face, "I'm sorry, Mr. Emar, I was negligent in not finding you. So, you are willing to help us."

Emaar grabbed Stanford by the hem of his clothes and dragged him to a remote corner.

"What's the name?"

"You may call me Stanford of Arda."

"Ah! Everyone calls me 'Imaar the Warmth'! I'll make a trip as hard as I can, but you must swear that you won't reveal it to outsiders."

Stanford closed his eyes, raised his right hand, and extended his index and middle fingers together.

"Under the watchful eyes of the Lord of Light and Paul Grayman, I swear that I will not reveal to outsiders that Mr. Emar is our guide."

"What are these things?"

"My **** and my lord."

"it is good!"

The dwarf lowered his voice and held out his hand in front of Stanford, rubbing his thumb and index finger together.

"That...Although I helped you out of enthusiasm, I also risked being discovered by the tribe, so...you understand?"

Stanford smiled knowingly, "I understand! Please follow me!"

…

"Well...it's okay."

Looking at the utensils that are as white as milk and decorated with exquisite patterns Emaar nodded.

These should fetch a good price from those orcs who are so stupid that even crystals can be treasured.

Wait...Maybe after I regain the position of Patriarch, I need a special set of tableware to show my unique status?

There may be more of these humans. what! I should have had more of it, it's super annoying to think that Gunther idiot is going to take most of it.

Stanford didn't know what the dwarf was thinking, so he said flatteringly: "In addition to this set of utensils, there is also a bag of silver coins to offer when we get to the other side of the mountain."

"Okay!" Yimaer slapped his palm, "You wait here for a few more days. When my people want to go back, I will find a reason not to go back with them, and then I will set off quietly with you."

"Thank you for your generous help."

Stanford squeezed out a grateful expression, and took the dwarf's hands that were as rough as frost.

Dear, this chapter is over, I wish you a happy reading! ^0^