"No need to go for a meal, we can't get used to human food." Kaelgen called another dwarf to take over, wiped the sweat from his face and body with his apron, casually pulled up a wooden block and sat down, "Whatever you have to say, just say it here."
"You've already heard me talk about the chaos caused by the measurements." Horn wasn't particular, he just pulled up another block and sat down.
"I understand, but your method could easily leak dwarf craftsmanship, I don't want to be a sinner."
Due to the Empire repeatedly stealing dwarf crafts, they have a pathological defensive psychology and post-traumatic stress about humans stealing technology.
Horn immediately shook his head and said, "You're mistaken, let me ask you, why are you afraid of your crafts being stolen?"
As it approached noon, several dwarves were resting, and when they heard this big shot in sleeveless clothes chatting with old uncle Kaelgen, they naturally gathered around.
