"By the way, aren't you a mage?" "Ah! Is there any dwarf so tall? What do you usually eat?"

  "Why, why are your muscles so strong?"

  Vincent kept taking Shelley's endless questions along the way, but at first he had the patience

  to say a few words. But at the end of the day, the Master's patience ran out. When Shelley

  crowded around her, the Master ignored her as if she were invisible.

  Hardy, however, remained as enthusiastic as ever, walking behind the Drow and chatting with

  her. However, Shelley was not very interested in Hardy, probably because the number of

  mages in the Blasares world was very rare. Hardy, asa warrior, was not very enthusiastic but

  attractive. On the other hand, the mages who always had a stern face were more mysterious.

  Persevering in trying to get the mage to talk.

  Vincent continued to walk at his usual pace and hurried to Bribando City.

  Two days later, they came to the city of the Grey Dwarves.

  It was more a great cave made by men than a city. The grey Dwarves have worked here for

  generations, digging deeper and deeper into the rock each year. The newly expanded space

  is their new home. It's not just a simple job as a miner. They have to face the fearsome

  creatures of the Underdark, predators that lurk in the darkness and walk among the stone

  walls, always looking to test their minions on the grey dwarves who go out to work.

  So to speak, every inch of progress, every stone dug, every new chamber dug, was forged by

  the dwarves with their own flesh and blood.

  Despite these harsh conditions, they ensured that all their construction was of utility, quality,

  and artistry. This is the most valuable thing of all.

  Vincent is standing in front of the walls of Bribando. This was originally the entrance to a cave,

  without any shelter. However, an open hole with a radius of nearly 100 meters does not

  provide any protection for the dwarves in the cave. Here, therefore, they built a strong stone

  wall with crossbow holes, and a deep dug trench with a simple drawbridge, which constituted

  the basic defense.

  Vincent and his party of four walked slowly onto the bridge, the iron bridge rattling under

  their feet. Several Grey Dwarf soldiers were making inquiries at the city gate. Vincent thought

  for a moment, then put on the hood of his mage's robe and hid his face in the shadows.

  Shelley watched the Master's movements and, not knowing why, followed suit and covered

  her face.

  Two soldiers came forward and stood in front of Vincent. They looked up and down at the

  figure hidden under his cloak. They had never seen a traveler in such strange robes before -

  - it was not common for a mage from the surface world to come underground, let alone a

  city of grey dwarves with little magical distinction.

  'What for? Show your face. It's time for inspection. Weapons and everything must be checked!

  '

  Vincent did not make any move. He just stood quietly in front of the Grey Dwarf.

  Shelley was a simple-minded fellow. She "oh" and pulled out her thin sword. The two gray

  dwarves only glanced at her and were horrified: they caught a glimpse of Shelley's long silver

  hair, the hallmark of the Dark elves, peeking out of her cloak. And, judging by the weapon

  she pulled out, it was the thin Black Serpent sword of a Dark Elf noble. They looked over the

  motionless mage's shoulder. A large, muscular man stood in the back, unarmed and cold. A

  dwarf pressed behind the caped man, looking up at his movements, apparently waiting for

  orders from the leader.

  It was easy to have a strong slave, but it was more difficult to have a dwarf craftsman as a

  sideman. The hardest part, though, was having a female dark elf noblewoman as an underling

  -- how strong must the caped one be to do that?

  Before Vincent could make a move, the two gate guards had cleared the way and even led

  the four to the liveliest part of the city.

  The other guard, waiting for Vincent and the others to be a little further away, rushed to the

  house of the Lord of the city to report this strange thing.

  The city of the grey Dwarves is different from the cave of the gnomes. The gnomes cut directly

  into the stone walls, connecting the various levels with countless platforms and staircases,

  thus creating a bird's nest style of living. The gray Dwarfs mined the stone, slowly building

  their houses from stones of different textures and colors. In this way, they live more like their

  neighbors, the Dark Elves.

  Along the way, the guards introduced special places in the city, from the never-ending

  blacksmith's Hall, to the mysterious Temple of Qizhi, from the memorial statue of the triumph

  over the Minotaur, to the great library of ancient craftsmen. Every piece of the city, every tree,

  every person and every object, flowed from the two mouths of the Grey Dwarven guards.

  Passing through the bustling marketplace, the few of them came to an inn called the Red

  Mushroom. The guard briefly explained the advantages of the hotel and then turned away.

  If the gray Dwarf asked for money or any information from any of them, Vincent would not

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  suspect anything. But from the change in the guard's attitude at the gate and the unusual

  enthusiasm with which he had brought them along, Vincent looked at the Red Mushroom Inn

  with a feeling of unquiet.

  He looked around. Opposite the hotel was a shop that bought and sold weapons. The shelves

  were full of various types of weapons. Vincent thought about it. The first thing he wanted to

  do here was to instill awe in the dwarves and scare away some possible enemies, thereby

  reducing the danger they might encounter here.

  With a wave of his hand, he did not go to the inn, but led the others into the arms shop.

  "See if there is anything you can use, Hardy, and look for it." As Vincent speaks, he secretly

  uses the "Detect Magic" spell. As he expected, there are no magic weapons in the shop.

  "Well, I don't want to use my bare hands any more," he said. Hardy jumped into the store and

  began to examine the stock on the shelves, item by item.

  "Vincent, what do you say I use this sword? Look at this sword. It is so well made that it can

  be used as a mirror."

  "Can it Pierce the hard shell of a lizard?"

  "Vincent, look at this, isn't it a good machete? With its curved curvature, this machete can

  easily cut through an enemy's skeleton with one gentle push."

  'The blade isn't deep enough to hit the vital points of a large creature.'

  'What about this two-handed sword? I must wield it so strong and handsome that I can kill

  an enemy with just one hand up and down."

  "Too light, and your strength will break him. You look for the heaviest weapons."

  After a while, a gray dwarf, sweating heavily, ran up to the wizard. He wiped the sweat from

  his bald head with a handkerchief on his shoulder, and gasped to Vincent, "Sir, your men have

  already begun to try out the 100-pound heavy spear, which is used by the Minotaur or the

  mountain giant. Sir, what do you really want? Can't I build it for you?"

  Looking at the onlookers who began to gather in front of the store, Vincent posturing

  thoughtfully: "You go and get the best weapon you have here and let me have a look."

  Soon Hardy came over with a halberd and said, "Vincent, look at this. They say this is the best

  and strongest weapon here. Look at the weight and look at the size. B: Now you have nothing

  to say. I'll take it."

  'Why don't you put him on the table, and I'll have a look.' When Hardy put the halberd away,

  Vincent stood up and, with all his strength, landed his left fist on the head of the halberd.

  Pure gold is the hardest of all known natural metals, and with a little use on the edge of the

  sword, it can easily break other weapons. Vincent's arm, on the other hand, is made of 100

  percent pure gold, which is several times stronger than those slightly pure gold materials, not

  to mention the common ore on the table.

  Don't forget, the weight of this arm is incredible.

  With a bang, the table and the halberd broke in two.

  "Well, there's nothing good here. Let's go, Hardy." Vincent got up and walked towards the

  inn opposite. The onlookers moved out of the way. Vincent's arms were hidden under his big

  sleeves so that no one could see them, and the dwarves were too frightened to understand

  what had just happened.

  Hardy and Mark followed suit. Shelley squinted at the Master's back with an interested look

  and followed.

  She simply asked for a room and the four people moved in. Mark and Shelley went to see

  what was available to eat. As soon as Hardy closed the door, Vincent fell down, clutching his

  left shoulder.

  "What's the matter? Vincent? ' Hardy ran to Vincent, picked him up, and put him in a chair.

  "I'll never do that again. That hurt so bad. I didn't realize the anti-shock force was that strong."

  Vincent said with a little chagrin, rubbing his shoulders hard.

  'Who told you to do that? Your arms are strong enough, but they can't be used as hammers."

  Hardy said with a smirk, covering his mouth.

  "Hum, Hardy. I will now remind you once more to be careful in everything. I feel like there's a

  lot going on here."

  'Why? Still worried about Shelley? Wasn't she all right along the way?" Hardy was a little angry

  when she saw Vincent's indifference to girls.

  "Just be careful. Dark elves are very treacherous and wicked. '

  Hardy looked at Vincent uncomprehending. How could the wizard call such an innocent boy

  treacherous and evil? He frowned, trying to read the mage's eyes. Vincent just looked at him

  quietly, calmly.

  'Ah! Big Hardy!" The door was pushed open. After two days together, Shelley finally figured

  out the names of the people she was traveling with. "Mark is down there. I can't get something

  up, and I can't move it. Can you go and help?"

  "Sure." Hardy stood up, patted the mage on the shoulder, and nodded slightly. That means,

  "I see. I'll be careful, don't worry." Then he just walked out the door and pedaled down the

  stairs.

  Shelley closed the door and stood in the middle of the room. She looked up at Vincent coldly,

  no longer feeling that lively enthusiasm, but rather like an abyss engulfing the temperature

  around her.

  Shelley said with a wry smile, "Master, it's time..."