Du Lu walked to the entrance of the ancient ruins and growled at Joelson.

It was as if he was saying to Joelson, "Master, don't worry. I'll go and catch that disobedient boy for you."

Joelson smiled bitterly and nodded slightly.

Du Lu also entered the ancient ruins.

With the help of Du Lu, who had entered the ancient ruins once, he could be at ease.

Lightning rushed over instantly and pounced into Joelson's arms.

Joelson fed a few farm crops to Lightning. He stroked Lightning's head and fell into deep thought.

"Master, we will enter the Mountain Dwarf Kingdom in front. That is the dwarven market."

Frederick pointed ahead and explained to Joelson.

At a glance, Joelson saw that it was much livelier than he had imagined.

Many human caravans kept coming in and out, and all of them came out with full carriages.

Human salt, silk, spices, and exquisite handicrafts were all very popular commodities among the dwarves.

Similarly, armor and weapons made by dwarven blacksmiths were also sought after by countless people in human society.

Many adventurers would take pride in having a weapon made by dwarves on them.

They walked into the bustling dwarven market.

The rhythmic knocking sound kept echoing in their ears.

Blacksmiths were everywhere. The strong dwarves stood beside the burning stove with iron hammers in their hands and knocked hard on the red-hot iron block on the anvil platform.

As for the female dwarves, they stood in the weapons shop in front of the blacksmiths and negotiated prices with the humans.

It was the first time that Joelson had seen a race of dwarves, and it was a little strange.

Every dwarf was between three feet and four and a half feet tall.

With a height of nearly five feet, they were considered tall among the dwarves.

They had rough looks, were strong and fierce, had a bold personality, and were hard-working, stubborn, and loyal. They were famous for their superb skills in mining ores and forging weapons. There were also many masters in making jewelry, which was often from the dwarves.

These were all things that Joelson had read in the magic books.

It was said that there had been dwarves in the southern region. However, they had long disappeared under the influence of time.

"The most famous forging master of the Dwarves is Colridge. He once forged more than a dozen legendary weapons and an epic weapon. Before I became a lich, he even made me a staff. What a pity."

Frederick sighed.

Joelson glanced at him and asked faintly, "Where can I find this master dwarf?"

Frederick laughed and said respectfully, "Master, please follow me."

Joelson followed Frederick inside.

Frederick took Joelson away from the market and walked to a remote alley.

"If I remember correctly, it should be here."

Frederick's eyes lit up, and he said happily, "Yes, it's this one!"

Almost no one could be seen anymore.

The dilapidated street.

For the rough dwarves, this was a very common thing.

They could not bathe for a month, but they could make the most exquisite and clean jewelry in the whole continent.

It was a strange and extreme race.

In front of Joelson was a very simple blacksmith shop.

There were only two broken wooden boards blocking the door, and the sound of knocking could be heard from inside.

A piece of broken iron sheet was nailed at the door of the blacksmith shop. On it was twisted dwarven languages, the common language of the continent, elf languages, and many languages that Joelson did not know Thor's hammer.

"Get out! Thor's hammer does not welcome you!"

The knocking sounds in the blacksmith's shop stopped, and there was a burst of angry curses.

"Damn it, ugly dwarf, I really want to kick his ass!"

"Thirty thousand gold coins, he really wants money so much!"

"It's okay, such good weapons are all over the street. Don't forget, this is the Dwarven Kingdom!"

It was a group of young adventurers. There were knights and mages.

One of the handsome young knights sighed regretfully and said helplessly, "But that two-handed longsword is really great. I've never seen a longsword better than it."

"So What?" His companion comforted him. "We can't afford it."

"Okay."

The adventurers saw Joelson and Frederick standing at the door and didn't forget to remind them, "Friends, you have to be careful. This is a black shop!"

Frederick laughed disdainfully. Joelson walked in without any expression on his face.

"What's wrong with this person?"

The adventurer who spoke was so angry by their behavior that he clenched his teeth and couldn't help but want to make a move. The others quickly stopped him.

"I don't believe that they're willing to be blackmailed by that old dwarf!"

The adventurers looked at each other and quietly followed. They wanted to see the scene of Joelson and Frederick being so angry that they slammed the door and came out.

The blacksmith shop looked even more dilapidated than the outside.

Joelson didn't care about this. His eyes were instantly attracted to the weapons hanging on the wall.

The most eye-catching one was a knight's longsword. It was about seven to eight feet long and eight inches wide.

The blade of the sword was as smooth as a mirror, but it had beautiful rhombus-shaped sections like fish scales.

This was an effect that could only be achieved after at least tens of thousands of forging.

Joelson turned his head. The adventurer who had been dissuaded by the price earlier was staring at him with a fiery gaze.

"Get lost!" A burly dwarf walked over, his entire body reeking of alcohol.

"Thirty thousand gold coins. If you can't afford it, get lost!"

The adventurers had a mocking look in their eyes, and they all stared at Joelson and Frederick as they angrily slammed the door and walked out.

An ordinary fine-grade two-handed knight longsword only cost a few dozen gold coins in a weapons shop.

Even if it was produced by a dwarf, it would only be worth a few thousand gold coins at most.

After all, it was only a knight's weapon, not a mage's staff or something like that.

"Only thirty thousand?"

Joelson casually threw out a small black cloth bag, and it landed on the ground with a crisp sound of coins colliding.

A few strange black coins jumped out of the bag and rolled to the feet of the dwarf.

"Magic crystal coins?!"

"This guy really bought them?!"

"Oh my God of Magic!"

The adventurers who were waiting to see the joke were so shocked that their eyeballs almost popped out.

Three hundred magic crystal coins, that was 30,000 gold coins!

Without even blinking his eyes, Joelson threw out three hundred copper coins casually.

"What an idiot!" Someone said jealously.

Frederick shook his head with a sneer and said to Joelson, "Master, you've made a fortune."

Frederick's withered fingers tapped lightly on the knight's longsword, making a dull sound.

The adventurer outside the door laughed out loud when he heard Frederick's words.