Chapter 57 Return to the Royal City, Dwarf Vestan.

All the little fire people wanted to squeeze into the carriage, but there wasn't enough room, so they all had to peer through the door.

The dwarf remained silent, and Ister was also speechless for a moment. The only sound in the entire space was the creaking of wheels over the road.

"King, what's wrong?" The husky was ultimately less composed than the others.

East smiled and said, "It's nothing. Let's hurry back. His injuries need to be treated promptly, or he won't live much longer."

The husky instinctively felt that East wasn't telling the truth, so it pursed its lips but didn't press the matter further.

The carriage sped up.

Easter leaned back in his car seat, no longer interested in fiddling with the things he had been using to pass the time.

Ister knew from the beginning that compared to humans and other races, the Orc Plains were the most chaotic. When surrounded by external enemies, they would unite to resist, but at other times, they would act independently and no one would submit to anyone else. This resulted in some weaker races not only not receiving protection, but also possibly being sold as commodities.

With the mainland no longer at peace, this chaotic place will only become more chaotic.

East couldn't describe his feelings at that moment; he felt pity and sympathy for their plight, but that was about it.

From a very young age, Easter knew that he had less empathy than most people. However, his upbringing meant that even though he sometimes couldn't accurately understand the joys and sorrows of others, he knew how to react.

Perhaps this education is indeed effective, because sometimes Easter can't even distinguish whether his behavior or reaction is due to the education he has received or his own empathy.

What happened today made East realize that, in fact, his changes were still limited from beginning to end. When he could help, he would not hesitate to lend a helping hand; when he was powerless, he would not force things and would indifferently watch everything happen.

If it weren't for the potential profit from the dwarf, East would doubt he would have allowed the carriage to stop.

East lowered his eyelids. Something was wrong with him. He had sensed it early on, and now he was even more certain that there might be problems with his body, his emotions, and perhaps even his soul.

East almost laughed. He never expected that he, an ordinary person, would receive such treatment. After all, he had only thought that he had some mental problems before, and never thought much more about it. The world he transmigrated to after death was really interesting. The things he discovered were not just interesting in an ordinary way, but extremely interesting.

"We're almost there," said the roasted sweet potato. "We can already see the walls of the Royal City of Esther from here."

"Slow down once you enter the city," East instructed.

"Yes, Your Majesty," the coachman replied, a dutiful coachman who was almost invisible, more like a tool.

East's downcast eyes met another pair of eyes. No matter how many times East saw it, he was always moved by the emotions contained in the dwarf's eyes: a thirst for life, an indomitable spirit against his own fate, and an unyielding pride that remained even after falling into the mud.

East thought to himself, this guy is much more energetic than me, he's obviously no ordinary person.

Shortly after entering the city, the carriage drove into the royal palace.

Whatever, she had been keeping in touch with Rubu Kao Digua and had been waiting in front of the castle for a long time. When she saw the carriage arrive, she ran over and said, "Carry him inside first."

Several little fire-men worked together to carry the dwarf into an empty room. The dwarf tried to resist and walk away on his own, but he was probably too badly injured and fainted after struggling for a while.

Easter followed the little firemen into the empty room. Other little firemen tried to follow, but were stopped.

"Is there any hope?" Easter asked after the examination.

Suibianla took out a large box from his spatial storage. "He's seriously injured, not just what you can see on the surface. His internal organs are also affected. It won't be easy to save him." More importantly, Suibianla didn't have many medicines available, and he wasn't sure if dwarves and humans were structurally identical.

Easter remembered what Arip had left him and took out two vials of medicine. "We can try this first." Easter didn't want to use these things unless absolutely necessary, but now he had no choice.

Suibianla carefully took the two vials of medicine, gave them to the dwarf, and observed the dwarf's condition. Noticing that the dwarf was improving, she said, "He'll probably survive." Suibianla opened the large box she had brought out, inside which various bottles, jars, gauze, and other items were neatly arranged. "Your Majesty, you can go about your business first. I'll treat his wounds, and we'll let you know when he wakes up."

"Then I'll have to trouble you." Easter turned and left. He couldn't help here and might even cause trouble, so it was best to have some self-awareness.

Ister was gone for a few days, and there were not many changes in the palace. The biggest change was that there were more little fire people in the palace.

They strolled together, enjoying the scenery. Some even tried to communicate with the people in the palace. When they realized they couldn't communicate, they didn't get discouraged. The overall atmosphere was relaxed and pleasant.

East leaned against the window, observing them, and a smile crept onto his lips as he was infected by their emotions.

"Is this our king?" A little fire spirit noticed Easter by the window, looked up at him, and chatted with his friend next to him.

"Wow, it's so beautiful! It looks even better than in the promotional video," his companion exclaimed in amazement.

"You're so flamboyant, but it's definitely good-looking." More young men gathered around.

"I watched the mermaid trailer, but I don't think it's as good-looking as the king?"

"Isn't that obvious? Don't you even know who the main character is? Your Majesty, is there a mission?" a little fireman shouted.

Easter chuckled softly, "Have you started mining yet?"

East's little quirky sense of humor elicited a look of utter bewilderment from the little firemen downstairs. Was mining really that easy?

The rewards from mining are not small, but it requires real effort to dig, and it can't be done casually. Therefore, mining is a daily task that players deeply hate.

"This king is not the same as the one in the advertisements. Can I sue them for fraud?" one of the little firemen said indignantly.

Easter smiled innocently, "Don't worry, it'll be soon."

The collaboration they reached with Pearl requires Pearl to make preparations in advance, and once those preparations are complete, the players can embark on their underwater adventure.

The construction will have to wait another two days. One issue is that Chapman's building materials haven't arrived yet, and another is that the notification to the local residents hasn't been done properly. The comprehensive construction is a good thing, but the impact will still exist.

"This king is quite interesting," muttered one of the little firemen in the group.

"Brother Mo Wujie, what are you saying?" asked the little fireman next to him.

"It's nothing, let's do a mission. If we don't level up soon, we'll fall completely behind them," Mo Wu explained.

East paused for a moment. He wanted to call out to Suibianla to acknowledge their relationship. The little fire creature with the ID [Mo Wu Jie] on its head and Suibianla's image were almost identical except for their opposite colors, both possessing an ethereal quality.

There was a knock on the door, but East didn't think much of it. Whatever characters the players created was their prerogative.

East opened the door, and Matsushita Yuki was standing in the doorway.

“Your Majesty, the dwarf has awakened,” said Matsushita Yuki.

“Let’s go down and take a look.” Easter felt that not much time had passed. Was it because the dwarf was in good physical condition, or was the potion that Areper left him too potent?

When East saw the dwarf's appearance, he cast a questioning glance at Suibian.

The dwarf was almost completely wrapped up like a dumpling, except for his hands.

“It’s strange, his hands can’t touch any medicine,” Suibianla said with a troubled tone. “No matter what medicine is used, as long as it touches his hands, it will only worsen the injury.”

Ister turned his gaze to the dwarf. "We can't do anything about your hand." There was still a way. The system had provided a spell to break the curse on the dwarf, but to cast this spell, one had to be at least a mage. His statement that he was powerless wasn't entirely a lie.

“Dwarf, Vestan, I offer you my sincerest gratitude. You are an extremely kind monarch.” Vestan’s voice was hoarse, but one could tell he wasn’t an old man on his deathbed. The dwarves’ long beards were simply too deceptive.

Easter, "Your hand, do you have a way?"

Vestan looked down at his hands. "This is a curse cast by a dark mage of the Archmage level. Unless it's a mage of the same level, there's no way to break it."

Something flashed through Esther's mind, but she couldn't quite grasp it. Frowning, she said, "This place is too remote; there are no mages here. Shall I help you contact your clan?"

The dwarves are quite united, and that's part of the reason he saved them. By earning their gratitude, he can ensure they won't have to worry too much about the source of low-level magical equipment in the future. The hundred sets that Pearl provided were just a drop in the bucket.

“No need,” Vestan refused. “Your Majesty King Felix, if you can resolve my current predicament, I can work for you for thirty years without pay. Before I was injured, I was already a high-level alchemist.”

East sighed inwardly. This was the outcome he least wanted to see. Was Vestan really a dwarf who had been expelled from the dwarf race? If Vestan had received support from his own tribe, he wouldn't have ended up in this situation.

There are several reasons why dwarves might expel another dwarf: first, it could be the will of the gods; second, the dwarf might have done something detrimental to the dwarves; and third, the dwarf might personally want to rebel.

In either case, East knew that Vestan was a big problem.

“We don’t have any mages here,” Ister said again, “I’ve already done more than enough.”

“I can also impart some forging knowledge to your summoned creatures,” Vestan said, placing an even greater bet. “That forging knowledge does not originate from the dwarves, and its users are not limited by race.”

Easter asked calmly, "Why are you so sure I can help you?"

“You are Felix, Felix symbolizes new life. My meeting with you means I was destined to survive,” Vestan replied.

East didn't expect such a vague answer. "What you're giving isn't enough," East softened his stance. "I have to ask someone for help, and they might not even be able to help me."

"Whether I can go to Chengdu or not is up to me. As long as Your Majesty can lend a helping hand," Vestan said. "What I need to give in return can be discussed slowly."

Easter said, "Wait a moment."