The dwarf blacksmith in front of him flicked the blade of the knife with his flat nails, and the sound of "ding ding" continued for a long time.
This knife was just forged by him. The blade was completely black, with only a faint green light glowing at the edge.
He picked up the soft kid leather on the table and wiped it gently. The iron stain on the knife was wiped away. The dwarf blacksmith squinted one eye and looked along the back of the knife to the tip. The blade was as straight as a line, reflecting the light from outside the wooden shed. The sun suddenly flashed.
Lu Xidong instinctively narrowed his eyes, unfolded the crumpled piece of paper, and looked at the rough map above to confirm that he had indeed found the right place. The dwarf blacksmith's cowhide apron was covered with dark stains, and he was naked. Dark and strong muscle lines are exposed on his arms, it must be this person.
"Hello, is this Master Rolf?" Lu Xidong crumpled the paper ball, put it away again, and asked.
The lower edge of the dwarf's cloak can only cover Lu Xidong's waist. Fortunately, the fat hood can completely cover his horns. Although it is not inappropriate, no one can recognize him as a demon from his appearance. clan.
Although demons are allowed to move freely in Zenda City, Lu Xidong and the others are fugitives now and have to be careful, especially during the day. Brother Grote has too many acquaintances in the Government Affairs Office, and Gob Lin stayed up day and night, and they were all a bunch of idiots, so the task of finding a connector naturally fell on Lu Xidong.
This "Iron Hammer" Rolf is an ordinary blacksmith in the south of Zenda City. According to Dorum, he also runs another business - smuggling business.
The dwarves impose heavy taxes on goods entering and leaving the free city. This is originally a freely chosen transaction. If you can afford it, you can live with it. If you can't afford it, you can avoid it.
But there are exceptions to everything, and there are always people who take advantage of loopholes in the rules. "Iron Hammer" Rolf is such a person with "means", so Dorum thought of asking him.
"That's right, who are you?" Rolf's official occupation is a blacksmith. He comes into contact with many people or monsters of various races every day. For a moment, he can't remember if he has ever seen a weirdo in strange clothes like Lu Xidong.
"Dorum asked me to come." Lu Xidong came closer and whispered.
"Oh? Dorum." Dorum, who is in charge of mineral mining, must have had many contacts with Rolf. When he heard the name, he saw the other person looking around, and also lowered his voice and asked: "Excuse me, Is there anything I can do to help?"
"There are seven of us in total. We want to leave the city." Lu Xidong casually played with the knives on the wooden grid and pretended to be customers buying knives. "But we can't go through the main entrance, so we came to ask for your help."
"Guest, look at this. The blade is heavy enough to be swung very powerfully, and the back of the blade is thick enough. Even if the blade breaks, it will not break." Rolf handed over a cleaver and pretended to introduce it. When he got close, he whispered: "I understand. Please wait for me at the cemetery on the south corner of the city at eleven o'clock tonight."
Lu Xidong shook the machete in his hand, nodded casually, indicating that he understood, and then turned around and walked away like a customer who had not reached a deal.
The entire connection process was short and coherent, and Lu Xidong felt that no one had discovered it.
Returning to the "Oli Forest", the smoky tavern at night was very peaceful at the moment. Except for the three Grote brothers, there were only sleeping goblins. Even the owner of the tavern was in the bedroom, catching up on last night. The feeling of falling.
Because they were still wanted, the dwarves could not return to their residences to pick up necessary items. All their belongings had to be built outside the city, and they seemed a little idle at the moment.
Magni muttered that the little money Lucidong had had turned into wine and entered their stomachs. At this time, he was addicted to alcohol and could only stare.
Milder was taking a nap, while Dorum was lying on the table, not knowing what he was busy with.
"Mr. Dorum, I have already agreed with Master Rolf that at eleven o'clock tonight, let's go to the cemetery on the south corner of the city to wait for him." Lu Xidong hesitated for a moment, then asked: "... This Rolf Master Husband, are you reliable?"
Since he is a smuggler, he is a guy who does not care about the interests of the country for money. Wouldn't he betray his friends for the bounty? Lu Xidong once had a painful experience.
"Oh, you mean Rolf?" Dorum put down his work and raised his head to look at Lu Xidong, "Don't worry, he won't do that kind of thing, because he is a good person."
The best way for one person to understand another person is not to draw conclusions, but to tell his story, which is what Dorum did next.
Rolf is a very ordinary dwarf. This guy only knows how to forge knives. Although the knives he forges are all sharp-edged, he cannot change the fact that he is an ordinary dwarf.
Weird, isn't it? But in the world of dwarves, being able to forge a few sharp weapons is not a skill, because such guys are everywhere. Some dwarves can forge exquisite gadgets before they are weaned, and knives - without even a little creativity, can't Can it be called creation
Production and creation are the beliefs of dwarves. Production is only the foundation, while creation is the essence. Therefore, Rolf's status in Zenda City is actually very low. Even he himself feels that he is an unnecessary fool.
So, one night, Rolf ran away and disappeared in Zenda City.
No one else cares, no one even remembers his existence except his parents and the Grote brothers who grew up playing with him.
Gradually, even Dorum and the others forgot that there had been a person like Rolf, but fortunately, before they forgot all about it, this guy came back.
No one knew where he had been or what he had done, but they suddenly discovered that he had changed. He no longer had low self-esteem, let alone complained. He actually settled down to work as the poorest blacksmith, living in a simple wooden shack and barely eating. Subsistence grains.
Unintentionally, Dorum, who is in charge of mining minerals, discovered that Rolf was leading people to smuggle goods, which was against the laws of the free city. Dorum hesitated to report on his playmate.
At this moment, an accident happened. A D-class monster, the Pangolin Armored Beast, appeared in the mine. Many miners who were mining suffered injuries. Due to high tariffs, drug dealers drove up the price of medicines and cured medicines. Shortage.
At this time, it was Rolf who contributed the smuggled healing medicine and saved Dorum's miner brothers in time. Regarding this incident, Dorum changed his mind. He decided to help Rolf hide it in order to help More civilians who cannot afford the high prices.
"So Sir, Rolf's smuggling is not for money. Will a fool who is dedicated to helping others betray us?" Dorum asked, staring into Lu Xidong's eyes.
It turned out that this was the case. Lu Xidong suddenly felt a little fond of the dirty dwarf blacksmith. Dorum's words dispelled his doubts and allowed him to rest peacefully for a while.
When the moon quietly climbed into the sky, the noisy nightlife began again in the tavern. The dwarves who had worked all day poured in to fully relax their bodies and minds.
When the time came, Lu Xidong and his party left the tavern, carefully avoiding places illuminated by lights. About a quarter of an hour later, they finally approached the dwarf cemetery on the south corner of the city.
What appeared in front of Lu Xidong were densely packed small mounds of earth and stone tombstones. Each one covered a very small area. Considering the height of the dwarf, this was not surprising.
Dwarves who regard the earth as their mother follow standard burial practices. On each dwarf's tombstone, in addition to the date and name of birth and death, the most proud creation of his life will also be recorded on it.
So this slightly sacred place is often sparsely populated. Is it for this reason that Rolf chose this place as the gathering place, or is his secret passage nearby? Lu Xidong thought and listened carefully.
In the quiet dwarf cemetery, cool wind flowed, and the rustling sound of the wind covered up the breathing sounds of the seven people on our side.
Lu Xidong and the others were squatting quietly in the corner of the cemetery. If someone passed by, they would be scared to death if they found them.
But someone was destined to come tonight, and Lu Xidong heard footsteps coming from the entrance to the cemetery.
"Dorum? Are you here?"
It was Rolf, a dwarf who was slightly bald. He was particularly eye-catching under the moonlight. He had changed his clothes and was no longer dressed like a blacksmith that Lu Xidong saw in the morning.
"We are here! Rolf!" Dorum responded to the other party's call.
At this moment, Lu Xidong heard dozens of footsteps coming from the direction behind Rolf.
There is an ambush...