"I must again commend your acuteness, little cub."
The Dwarf Elder's words still lingered in their ears, but the three humans had already walked out of the angular hall.
Under the high-altitude sun, Lann used his hand to shade his forehead.
Originally, young Mr. Lan thought that the Warlocks, who mastered advanced technology, were already the wealthiest group in this world.
Unexpectedly, there were more experts!
The dwarves held a financial nuke in their hands! No wonder they recklessly opened banks across the continent without anyone daring to sabotage or blow the whistle.
Human racial persecution against dwarves has always been sporadic and disorganized.
Quite different from the treatment of elves and tree spirits.
"Alright, originally thought money could pave the way, didn't expect their toilets to be pure gold, now have to honestly work... Snap out of it! Think of ways! Time for a task!"
Lann sighed and slapped Ged on the shoulder beside him, waking him up.
