Chapter 603 - I Have a Solution (2/2)

And Red Beard was so drunk with a group of friends that he didn’t even notice Roland.

By the time he had drunk all his money away today, slightly tipsy, he was about to leave when he suddenly saw Roland sitting in the corner.

Roland smiled and waved at him.

After hesitating for a moment, he sat down in front of Roland.

“It’s been a long time, Mr. Roland.” Red Beard greeted Roland.

“It has indeed been a long time,” Roland said as he clapped his hands and had the waiter serve two jugs of good wine, pouring one for Red Beard first. “I’ve come to see you this time.”

Red Beard took the gla.s.s with both hands, his expression somewhat flattered. “If there’s something you want, go ahead.”

The previous cooperation was satisfactory for both parties, so he had a good impression of Roland.

Red Beard had thought that this time Roland had come over to work with their squad again.

However, without expecting it, he heard Roland say…

“I a.s.sume you’re good at forging.”

“Better at it than most humans, we dwarves do this professionally after all,” Red Beard said truthfully, though he was curious as to why Roland asked the question. “It’s just that my forging skills are nothing compared to my people. I’m better at finding quality ores.”

Roland understood the other man’s meaning.

It had the same meaning that some farmers were good at growing rice and some were good at growing wheat.

“I wonder if you dwarves can handle dragon bones.”

Hearing this, Red Beard’s eyes opened wide. “What, you said dragon bones?” With this roar, he startled the entire tavern. But fortunately, Red Beard was already drunk and spoke somewhat indistinctly, and no one but Roland understood what he said.

Red Beard was now shocked out of being drunk.

He was quite surprised and delighted.

The dwarves were extremely fond of forging, so they would go crazy if they saw the finest forging materials.

Magic crystal mines and meteorites were rarely seen.

Things like dragon bones, DemiG.o.d bones, and the like were truly the only fine rare materials in their eyes.

The lifelong dream of many dwarves was to have ten-centimeter long dragon finger bones for them to build a piece of equipment they would never regret in their lifetime.

And the real divine bones… divine blood, they dared not think about it.

So it was no wonder that Red Beard was so surprised when he heard that there were dragon bones.

Wilmot leaned over the table and stared at Roland “tenderly” as if a young girl beholding her lover. “Just give me ten centimeters of dragon bones, and I’ll do whatever you want me to do.”

Roland felt a terrible chill.

But thinking about the strength gap between them, he calmed down knowing that he was not in danger.

“What if I want a method of how to handle dragon bones?”

Red Beard nodded vigorously. “I’ll give it to you too.”

Roland was a little curious. “Not afraid I’ll spread the word all over the world about how to handle dragon bones?”

“Not afraid.” Red Beard smiled. “Only you humans regard the forging method as important, but to us dwarves, it is just a more complicated and high-end method of crafting. It is indeed worth a lot of money, but that’s all it is, nothing compared to dragon bones. Even if you learn it, you won’t be able to surpa.s.s us dwarves.”

“So confident?”

“Of course.” The dwarf slapped his rocky chest with a bang. “When you humans taught us magic, were you ever afraid that we would surpa.s.s you? The racial talent is there; we are born with the ability to forge, and our children can forge iron better than most adult humans.”

This was indeed the truth.

Ten centimeters of dragon finger bone… Was quite a low bar to ask.

“Deal,” Roland said, tapping the table.

Red Beard was quite excited. “So can we go find the dragon finger bone now? I want to see it now.”

“The dragon finger bone is not here, but I can bring it to you.” Roland smiled and said, “I wonder if you are willing to convince your people to work for me. I have a Magic Tower in Hollevin and have quite a few dragon bones and would like to build some top-notch equipment out of it.”

Taking a sharp, deep breath, Red Beard nodded. “There really is a large number of dragon bones.”

“Can’t say a great deal, just quite a lot.” Roland smiled a devilish grin. “Aren’t you guys interested?”

Red Beard looked down and thought for a while before saying with difficulty, “I can drag a dozen of my good friends to Hollevin to be your full-time forgers, but you have to guarantee that there will be dragon bones for us to build equipment, and also, food and lodging must be provided, and a barrel of fruit wine every ten days.”

“No money?” “I dare not ask for it.” Pained, Red Beard looked at Roland. “I am afraid that if I do, you will not let us use the dragon bones.”

So that’s why.

Dwarves are really easy to satisfy.

Roland thought about it, handed Red Beard a money bag of twenty gold coins, and said, “Take this money with you, go and bring your friends to the city of Hollevin, and if I am not there, find a great beauty named Andonara and tell her that I invited you here.”

“Understood.” Red Beard took the money bag, casually weighed it, and said admiringly, “You really are a generous employer.’

Willing to pay so much even for the road, it seems that not only could they use the dragon bones to forge weapons once they were officially working…

But also there may even be a good amount of money for the work.

After settling things with Red Beard, Roland came out of Moonlight Stone Tavern and went to visit Stephanie, asking her if she wanted to go to Delpon for a little while. After all, she wasn’t powerful enough in the capital yet, so she might get a.s.sa.s.sinated.

As it turned out, just halfway down the road, Roland noticed that the road was fenced off in front and behind.

The people who blocked his way were all Warriors, and there was a Legend among them.