"King Nando, what do you mean?"

...

The hall, which was originally harmonious, suddenly fell into a strange atmosphere.

At this moment, Charles, who should have been sitting on the chair opposite the Dwarf Throne, had already stood up, staring at one of the group of dwarfs on the right side of the Dwarf King.

This man had no hostility long ago, and did not appear to be hostility lately. But when he talked about the orc digging the road, Shire suddenly responded, which made him think of something in an instant.

The enemy in the north was surrounded and had difficulty moving, but there were also many hidden minions under his control. They were scattered in various places in Berryand and among all races, collecting information for the dark enemy and monitoring the enemy's situation.

Charles was not clear about this before, but since he became king, he had heard of it from the mouths of Calebdill and others.

When they came back, the two sides made official introductions, so he knew what the gray-bearded old dwarf was - a senior aide to King Nogrod, who usually provided some suggestions and plans.

Charles had previously suspected that King Nogrod's response to him or the Nando tribe was indispensable. After all, except for the old king's children and grandchildren, he was the only outsider here.

But at that time he didn't care about this and believed that it was a normal clash between the two forces.

But now think about it...

It’s not that Charles is sensitive, but in fact his ability is very strange.

Since he used it at that meeting, he has used the ferocious animals in the forest and even hid his identity to the elves' residence to make trouble in various ways. The conclusion is that it will only react to clearly hostile lives.

And this reaction has never been wrong.

So, can this become a bargaining chip for our side?

Shire, who had thought a lot in an instant, chose to stand up directly and show his hostility.

The old king on the throne was quite dissatisfied with this. He had listened to his children and grandchildren's discussion on the road, but he suddenly saw Charles' appearance.

He thought that this person was angry because they didn't believe in it, but found that the other party's eyes were not on them.

When he turned his head, he saw his confidant adviser trembling in fear at the direction of the elf. This made the old king, who was naturally short-sighted and petty, a little angry.

Although the specific situation is not clear, it is obvious that the counselor's abnormality is related to the young elf king below who is said to have many strange magical magic.

"King Nando, what did you do?"

Charles ignored the hostile questioning of the Dwarf King, and did not care about the dwarf soldiers around him who were about to move. Instead, he stared at the gray-haired dwarf with age spots not far away without blinking.

His steps forward, his eyes full of aggressiveness.

The strange ability is always applied to the other party, making the already short and thin old dwarf look even more atrophy.

But Charles did not have the slightest idea of ​​caring for the old man at this moment. Instead, when the other party was afraid to a certain extent, he suddenly asked, "Gamirin, how long have you served Morgoth?"

This made the old dwarf, who was already pale and unstable, tremble suddenly, and then he seemed very flustered, "I...you...I don't know what you are talking about."

Not to mention Shire, even the short and fat king Gongtidumu, who was still angry just now, noticed something was wrong.

He looked down at the counselor who was usually very relied on the throne, and his already small eyes were as narrow as a slit.

"Morgoth? Damn Gamilin, don't tell me that you betrayed the great Mahal crown!"

"I...I don't, His Majesty Gontidum, I-I don't!"

Gamilin turned to look at the old king and responded loudly, trying not to look at the slowly approaching figure, which had become extremely terrifying and tall and dark from the corner of his eyes.

However, the haze that enveloped him on the other side could not fade, but instead worsened as he gradually felt guilty.

So much so that he himself didn't know how insincere he was on his face crying at this moment.

Under normal circumstances, the old dwarf could not be so unbearable. However, at this moment, the increasingly huge dark figure made him vaguely see the terrifying demon shadow in the north!

He had met the demon shadow when he was young, and it had been entangled in his heart for more than two hundred years and could not dissipate.

So much so that he could not disobey the various orders from Angban in the north.

In order to cover up the orcs in the mountains, he did many detrimental things that would harm the interests of the dwarves.

And at this moment, how should he resist this other similar existence?

...

No more to say.

Seeing that the counselor was so guilty, a hint of sadness and embarrassment flashed on his face, the short and fat king, who had been looking cunning and stingy since the meeting.

He raised his chubby hands and waved them. Two of the dwarf soldiers standing on both sides of the hall walked out, pulled the old dwarf's arms and dragged them out of the hall.

"His Majesty Gongtidumu, I...I actually don't...No, no, I just..."

The old dwarf was still making excuses, but his tone was weak and erratic. After the corner of his eyes turned to the direction where Charles was, he screamed in panic.

The sharp voice was completely dragged out of the hall by the two dwarf soldiers as they were assembled, and gradually disappeared from everyone's sight here.

The hall was silent for a while. Finally, the old Gundim, who had restrained his emotions, stood up from the throne and bowed to Charles, "Thank you very much for your help to Nogrod."

Charles did not answer, and replied with a subtle smile. Then he heard the old dwarf mutter.

"I want to call you Yitron more than Charles. I heard that many of your elves call you that."

"Magic illuminates people's hearts, but cannot change people's hearts." Charles replied lightly, "But if King Nogrod wants this, then it is okay to call me Itron."

"Forget it, I don't want to be called an impolite king."

Gontidum replied, then blinking his small eyes, "Well, should we officially start the banquet now? In fact, I hope to officially apologize for my previous rudeness at the banquet."

"I will accept your apology if you don't need to hold a banquet." Charles replied: "But I'm very much looking forward to the banquet of King Nogrod, so my opinion is that it's better to start immediately."

The old dwarf king laughed when he heard this, and then he called on the children and grandchildren standing next to him to start planning.

So a lively and noisy banquet began in the King's Hall in Nogrod.

The singing and dancing are bold, and the rich wine is endless.

During the banquet, the two kings held a series of negotiations on the next cooperation issue.

The Nando tribe will provide Nogrod with a certain amount of potions and two kinds of wine every year. Nogrod also uses the same weapons and equipment. In addition, Nogrod will also send dwarf architects to help the Nando Kingdom build the capital.

At the same time, they have some plans for the hidden crises in the mountains and how to deal with them.

During the discussion, Charles hoped to send some dwarf blacksmiths while sending dwarf architects. He hoped that the people of Nando could learn the iron-making skills of the dwarfs. At the same time, he also welcomed the dwarfs to send people to learn the Nando potions.

King Nogrod readily agreed.

During the banquet, King Nogrod's clerk kept their conversation firmly on the metal stereotypes and drafted a "covenant" afterwards.

After the banquet, Charles and his guards stayed in Nogrod for one night and experienced the living environment and comfort of the dwarfs' underground residence. They secretly felt a little bad.

The next day, the elves bid farewell to the passionate King Nogrod and his children and grandchildren, heading towards the direction of another dwarf city-state in the Blue Mountains.

However, before leaving, Charles received a special gift - a brilliant silver crown with exquisite workmanship.

"The raw material for making it is called Mislir, or Misilian, which is transported from the same clan of the Eastern Kazadumu tribe. It is as strong as steel, more expensive than gold, but lighter than feathers, worthy of your kinghood."

"Please be sure to accept this gift. Although you are not short of crowns, there is no doubt that the craftsmanship of the Nogrod Dwarves is the best!"

The dwarf king said, handing the box containing the crown to Shir with both hands: "Mahar's power will always protect you, my elf friend."

A completely different attitude from the initial visit shows Nogrod's eager expectation and importance to the new kingdom of Nando.

"I also wish the glory of the stars will cover the place where you and I will meet next time, His Majesty Gongtidumu." Shir replied with a gift.

...

The Dwarf King gave the crown and the Elf King returned the gift. Under the witness of nearly a hundred dwarves in the square in front of Nogrod, Nando's friendship with the dwarfs for thousands of years began.
Chapter completed!