Chapter 18 The Wrath of Thor

"What brings such a noble elf to my humble shop?"

With a deep question, a dwarf with gray hair and a gray beard emerged from the inner room. His face was lined with deep wrinkles, like ravines, and was filled with the marks of time.

"Wherever the elves go, even the most uncouth places become as beautiful and radiant as Lake Mälaren under the moonlight," Allen said unhurriedly. Lake Mälaren is a lake in Stockholm, a former stronghold of the elves, and is not only beautiful but also represents the glorious years of the elves.

"Lake Mälaren is now occupied by hairy creatures. I wonder if they know how to appreciate the moonlight." The short, sharp-tongued man retorted sarcastically.

Allen's expression remained unchanged, but a terrifying aura began to emanate from him. Since the Elven race withdrew from the Western Continent after the war with the orcs, Stockholm had been occupied by werewolves—a disgrace to the Elven race. Whenever it was mentioned in public, unpleasant things were bound to happen.

“Master Graywood, if this is your way of treating guests, please return our deposit and we'll leave immediately.” Qin Mo gently patted Allen's shoulder, promptly calming him down. Allen glanced disdainfully at the gray-haired dwarf, dispelling his invisible aura of pressure, and no longer bothered to argue with him. Just as a dragon wouldn't stoop to crushing an ant.

"Greyson, drop your useless pretenses! This esteemed guest is a customer, and I've already received the deposit." The plump woman immediately roared at Greyson, leaving Qin Mo utterly astonished. Was she about to witness a free domestic violence drama involving an alien race?

Strangely, the irritable Gray Forest showed no intention of retaliating. He muttered as he walked to the counter, his voice barely audible, "...What does our esteemed guest need...?"

Even Allen's face twisted into a distorted smile; the once imposing and domineering Gray Forest had instantly transformed into a submissive wife. Qin Mo and Allen couldn't help but scrutinize the large, plump woman, wondering what kind of creature she was... a dragon?

"What do you need to do?" Grayson's tone turned irritable again.

"I need a suit of armor that fits well, is understated, sturdy, and possesses a rugged beauty, but not the kind of beauty that everyone can understand. To the average person, it should look no different from ordinary junk." In other words, it needs to be sturdy yet inconspicuous, so it can't be spotted by the enemy's archers...blah blah blah!

As Qin Mo made his request one by one, Graysen's eyes shone brighter and brighter, until finally his gray beard began to tremble.

"That's right, your armor is characteristic of our dwarven armor. Only dwarves in this world can forge such armor. You've come to the right place... Haha!"

"If it's a good item, even if it's hidden in this place, people will travel thousands of miles to find it, right, Master..."

"That's right, kid, I'll give you a discount... oh oh... 1% off..." Gray Sen almost got carried away when he heard Qin Mo praise his work, but seeing the fat woman's murderous gaze, he quickly made up for it by offering a 1% discount.

"I'm in a bit of a hurry. I'll be leaving in half a month at most. Can the master finish the work within ten days?"

"If it's finished in ten bolts, there will be an express fee. I need three bolts of this silk." The plump woman immediately took the lead in setting the price, while glaring fiercely at poor Gray Forest, making Qin Mo unable to suppress her laughter.

"Ten is too tight... I, Gray Forest, don't lie. Every piece must be perfect..."

"You worked through the night to create this...you must guarantee the quality," the fat woman roared at Grayson before he could finish, leaving Grayson to just stand there drawing circles in his head.

Grayson took out an iron stool and began measuring Qin Mo. He was only slightly more than half Qin Mo's height, and it took him climbing up and down several times to finish measuring her. Throughout the entire process, the two women and the two dwarfs didn't come to help; they simply surrounded the silk heart, caressing it and enjoying the wonderful tactile pleasure.

"Bang!" The door was opened, or rather, kicked open, and the person who kicked it was still in the position of raising their leg.

Everyone inside glared angrily at the person at the door. Qin Mo was also puzzled. Dwarves were not friendly people. Opening the door like this was clearly asking for a fight. Was there anyone more arrogant than dwarves in Fusang?

Heavy footsteps echoed as they entered Grayforest's shop. There stood three dwarves clad in iron armor, wielding battle axes and warhammers. Their dark armor gleamed. Upon seeing Qin Mo, they shook their heads, wondering what kind of ridiculous plot twist this was.

"Morpheus, what are you doing here again? And wearing armor, did I hurt you too much last time? Haha, you cowardly coward..." Grayson started laughing and cursing loudly after seeing who it was, his smug look on his face impossible to hide.

“Greyson, you have shamed our sect by marrying a human woman without permission, but you cannot leave Mount Fuji. That is our Dwarven homeland, and you cannot sell our elite weapons and armor to humans. I have been ordered by the Grand Elder to take you back.” The leading red-haired dwarf solemnly addressed Greyson, showing no anger at Greyson’s mockery.

"I like being here, so I'll stay here. My teacher is dead! As for that damned Elder, I've never acknowledged him. Let him lead our Black Iron Clan? Dream on!"

“Since you are unwilling to return to Mount Fuji, then hand over the teacher’s handwriting so I can take it back to Mount Fuji. This notebook should belong to all the dwarves and should not be allowed to fall into the hands of cunning humans.”

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