The dark-skinned dwarf's tone suddenly became extremely sincere, even with a subtle hint of pleading:
"That's it! I don't want it anymore! I don't want anything! The magic crystals are yours! And those legendary pieces of equipment...if you like them, you can pick one too! I accept the loss!"
He took a deep breath, threw out his true purpose, and nervously observed the reactions of Mark and the other two with his small eyes:
"I... I'll work for you for free! I'll use that 'mithril core' to craft equipment for you! Custom-made for you! I'll use all my life's knowledge!"
"I guarantee to create legendary... no, epic equipment that will satisfy you and shock the entire continent!"
The dark-skinned dwarf paused, looking at Mark's calm face, Monica's still cold vertical pupils, and Anna's alert eyes with a hint of curiosity.
While looking at the three people, he was still thinking rapidly in his mind.
This three-person team in front of me is simply weird!
A weird priest who can use "healing" to play the King of the Leeches.
A female shadow creature capable of ripping the skull of a Bone Leech King apart with her bare hands.
An elven archer tainted by shadow magic and a deformed slime.
This combination was able to take down a Warcraft King about to ascend to a higher rank. With this kind of strength... following them in the future, would we still be worried about not finding good materials? Legendary-level materials would probably be just an appetizer for them!
Moreover, although these three guys were greedy, they could have easily killed people and taken the treasure, but they did not do it. They just used threats and inducements.
This shows that he still has some bottom line and is not the kind of completely insane villain.
Compared to those ruthless guys we met last time, this trio can be considered "pure and kind"!
In addition, the "mithril ore core" is too hot to handle, and he cannot protect it with his current strength.
Rather than having it snatched away or rotting in their hands, it is better to take the initiative to offer cooperation.
As long as you can get access to it and participate in forging, you will have the opportunity to study and learn, improve your professional experience, and even... secretly intercept a little bit of scraps?
Moreover, if you work for them and create epic equipment, your reputation as a dwarf blacksmith will resound throughout the continent!
What legendary materials can't be found in the future? This business... in the long run, it will definitely make money!
Thinking of this, the flattery and sincerity on his face deepened a bit, even with a hint of "I'm doing this for your own good" righteous words:
"Besides! I can join your team! I'll be your exclusive blacksmith! You'll be responsible for finding those strange and powerful monsters and materials, and I'll be responsible for turning them into top-notch equipment!"
"Let's join forces and conquer the world! What do you think? Is this proposal sincere enough? I'm even putting my freedom on the line!"
He puffed out his chest, trying to appear reliable and professional, but his rolling eyes and the hand tightly gripping the "Rune Forging Hammer" revealed his inner tension and the last bit of stubbornness.
He stared at Mark, waiting for the final judgment of this priest who could actually move two shadow creatures.
However, Mark did not respond to his sincerity immediately.
His eyes were as calm as water as he turned to Monica beside him.
Monica's dark purple vertical pupils were now silently locked on the black-skinned dwarf.
Her gaze was as sharp as a scalpel, as if it wanted to peel off the dwarf's dark skin and that slick and sophisticated shell and directly peek into the essence of his soul.
A sense of oppression and cold scrutiny permeated the air, causing the hairs on the back of the dwarf's neck to stand up unconsciously.
He felt like a stripped mountain goat on a chopping block, his skin exposed inside and out.
This feeling was even more uncomfortable than having the claws pressed against my neck just now.
After a few breaths, Monica's thin lips moved slightly, and the words she uttered were cold and precise, each word like an icicle hitting the dwarf's tense nerves:
"Enzo Graybeard, Graybeard clan."
"Dual-career."
"Main occupation: Dwarf Blacksmith, Level 4."
"Secondary class, Dark Furnace Guardian, level three."
"Special Status: Dark Slumber Awakened. Struck by the magic of the stars and moon, you finally awakened after centuries of slumber under the protection of the Dark Rune Forge Hammer. Even after hundreds of years, you are still just a child. The momentary light is a meaningless illusion, and darkness will favor you."
The flattery, excitement, and calculation on the dark-skinned dwarf's face solidified in an instant, like frozen lava.
His dark face seemed to darken even darker in the dim light of the cave, and for the first time, his small, round eyes revealed genuine horror and disbelief.
"You...how do you know?!" His voice was dry and hoarse, with obvious trembling.
The Graybeard Clan, the Darkforge Guards... these are the secrets that he absolutely does not want outsiders to know!
Especially the "Dark Furnace Guardian", a combat profession that deals with dark forces.
He knew very well what it would mean to be exposed in the human world that worships holy light and order!
Even the tolerant and harmonious Greybeard Clan would probably not tolerate him, an alien who had betrayed the Soul Forger God.
Monica didn't answer his question, but the coldness in her vertical pupils became even stronger.
She seemed not to notice the dwarf's shock. With a flick of her wrist, a small parchment scroll appeared in her claws.
"The Scroll of the Contract of Truth." Monica's voice was calm, as if stating an established fact. "It is tanned from sheepskin soaked and tempered with the blood of a Truth Monster, and painted with the magical runes of the Creation Contract."
She handed the scroll to Mark, but her eyes were still fixed on the dwarf:
"The contract is now drafted. Both parties swear by their soul marks. One, you must not reveal the identities, abilities, whereabouts, or any other secrets of the team members. Two, you must not do anything that would betray the interests of the team members, endanger their lives, or hinder the team's goals."
"If you violate this rule, your soul will be corroded by the Holy Light and you will be forever condemned to the Holy Light Heaven. You will endure the pain of being burned by the myriad lights until you are transformed into the elements of heaven and earth."
Mark listened to the content of the contract drafted by Monica, couldn't help but twitched his lips, and took the scroll reluctantly.
This dwarf is of the dark element, and it sounds right that you use the Eternal Fallen Kingdom of Light as the limit.
But I'm not a true believer in the Holy Light.
Monica, you really don't have even a little bit of dissatisfaction with me as the captain?
It felt icy cold to the touch, and the scroll pulsated slightly as if alive, conveying a sense of heaviness that bound the soul.
Mark knew that Monica was thinking of recruiting the dwarf Enzo into the team.
The reinforcement of the party by a dwarven forgemaster was foreseeable.
But the dwarf in front of him was obviously not a man who would keep quiet, even though he had secrets just like the other three members of the team.
But Monica still decided to bind him with a contract.
Dwarves are dark-type professionals, and the True Word Monsters are also top-level dark-type monsters.
Once the dwarf violates the contract, the Holy Light stipulated in the contract may not even be needed, and the Dark God who changed his job for him will directly reap his soul.
As the captain of the team, it is obvious that this contract can only be signed by Mark.
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