"Earl Tetasha, we have already agreed. We will rent that living hole first. Our Cons tribe has only five hundred, so it is enough there."

"As for rent, let's do it, each of us dwarves makes an iron tool for you every year, adult dwarves makes a standard weapon, female dwarves makes a standard farm tool, children make a dagger, etc., what do you think?"

"Yeah, this condition is acceptable." Romon thought, and felt it was OK.

"But our tribe has its own laws and rules, and you must not interfere." At this time, a representative of the dwarf said.

“…”

Romon naturally understood what their concerns were, but Romon also had his own considerations. After thinking for a while, Romon said, "This is how you follow your laws internally, but if you step into the mining area, you must do things according to our laws, and if humans are killed by you, we will also handle them in our court."

The dwarf was silent.

Romon smiled and said, "To show my sincerity to you, I am willing to provide you with a thousand tons of grain... However, such grain also requires a corresponding price, and it is estimated that it will take some time to transport it."

"...Can we see the food?" Butland asked.

"Please, be nearby." Romon said with a smile.

At that moment, the dwarfs stood up and walked to the warehouse. As soon as they opened the warehouse, the piles of wheat bags made them stunned.
Chapter completed!