She had visited the dwarves of the West Asian continent, but apart from seeing their superior forging techniques and unique architectural style, she found nothing different.
On the contrary, in this simple world, she saw such advanced things.
"What's this?" An Ge asked, pointing to the car.
"The dwarven territory is vast, and for convenience, I had my people build this. Adults can sit on it and enjoy the scenery of our territory."
Cook couldn't hide his pride when he talked about it.
Bringing the deity along was not only to show her their sincerity, but also to demonstrate the dwarves' strength.
Unlike elves, dwarves are not good-looking and have no other use.
Ange sighed again, thinking that Cook was so clever that he was completely out of place with the other people in this world.
After entering the dwarven territory, Cook would occasionally introduce the sights they passed, making Ange feel like she was on a tourist trip.
Upon arriving at the tribal settlement, Ange immediately felt the warmth and hospitality of the dwarves as soon as she stepped off the vehicle.
The small square was filled with flowers and decorated with lanterns and colorful decorations, giving it the illusion of a festival.
What shocked Ange the most was the strong power of faith emanating from the dwarves, which greatly enhanced her divine status.
I don't think I did anything wrong, so why is the dwarfs' faith so strong?
Ange was taken aback for a moment, then heard the dwarves whispering, "Aren't gods supposed to be tall and mighty, wielding iron hammers that can shatter mountains with a single blow?"
"You misheard. God is clearly an elegant, beautiful, and unattainable being."
"I heard that God is exceptionally beautiful, but very approachable."
The crowd whispered amongst themselves about the image of God they had heard.
An Ge's lips twitched slightly. They had never even seen him before, yet they admired him so much. It seemed that this was inseparable from the clan leader beside him.
Looking at the enthusiastic dwarves, Ange felt a little uncomfortable. She hadn't done anything to deserve such devotion, and she felt ashamed that so many dwarves worshipped her.
Cook sensed Ango's unease and became somewhat uneasy, realizing that the gods did not appreciate such a ritual.
“Cook, I appreciate your good intentions. I just came to see you. You don’t need to go to such lengths.”
Cook's eyes lit up; it seemed the gods hadn't blamed him.
He gestured with his hand and said to the excited clansmen, "The spirit has sensed everyone's feelings, but she feels sorry for everyone who has been preparing for so long and wants everyone to go back and get some rest."
After Cook finished speaking, An Ge clearly saw that everyone's gazes towards her were even more grateful.
Ange... that wasn't what she meant. Cook is really good at making things up.
The dwarves' reception wasn't very grand; Cook probably knew they didn't have anything particularly good to offer, but every detail made Ange feel their sincerity.
During this time, Cook would occasionally talk to Ango about his plans for the future development of the dwarves.
For example, they want to build tracks everywhere to facilitate the transportation of goods, and even want to extend the tracks to other territories. Of course, this is not free.
For example, uniting various ethnic groups to exchange resources and strengthen communication will enable all ethnic groups to make progress together.
For example, when creating something to record events, it's best to unify the various ethnic groups to facilitate communication.
For example, sending members of one's own tribe to learn crafts from humans...
An Ge was stunned, and when she looked at Cook, her eyes were filled with admiration.
These ideas may not mean much to many people, but it's important to understand that Cook lived in a very primitive era.
His ideas were at least several thousand years ahead of their time.
Leonard and the other elves had been to the inn, but as far as she knew, they had not been to the library.
Ange was certain that if Cook came to the inn, the library would definitely become his favorite place.
Of course, this is on the premise that he can read.
“Cook, the dwarves are truly blessed to have you,” Ange said from the bottom of her heart.
Upon hearing these words, Cook, a usually strong man, suddenly burst into tears.
He spent his life planning for the dwarves, and because his ideas were so extraordinary, many of his people did not understand him, which initially drew a lot of complaints from him.
Unexpectedly, the first person to understand him was their god.
"My lord, with your words, even if I, Cook, suffer any criticism, it's all worth it." Cook suddenly seemed to have been injected with adrenaline, as if his previous vulnerability had never happened.
The area where the dwarves gathered was not large, and Ange finished visiting it in half a day.
Although she didn't know much about casting, she could clearly sense that the casting skills here were far inferior to those of the Hoggers.
After all, technology usually gets better as it develops.
Ange spent a lot of points in the store to buy an alchemy book. "I know you dwarves are good at forging, so this alchemy manual is quite suitable. I'll give it to you."
Cook stared at the book of unknown material, trembling with excitement for a long time before he could utter a word.
He only wanted a faith, a belief that if anything happened in the future, the gods would protect his people. Unexpectedly, in less than a day, the gods blessed them.
Cook knelt on the ground, expressing his gratitude repeatedly. Then, to Ange's astonishment, the short, not-so-tall dwarf strode swiftly to the square.
"Clang!" This is the sound of a bell summoning the clansmen.
The tribesmen, who had not been dispersed for long, heard the bell and soon gathered together, looking at their chieftain with curiosity.
Cook took a deep breath and held up the book. "Fellow tribesmen, the gods have blessed us. This is the alchemy technique. With it, our forging skills will greatly improve, and we will be able to create even more amazing equipment."
Upon hearing Cook's words, the crowd cheered, their faith in Ango growing even stronger.
Ange stopped in her tracks as she walked away; she was genuinely afraid of the dwarves' gazes.
Cook certainly didn't miss any opportunity to increase her faith, praising her lavishly in front of his people.
Even someone as thick-skinned as her was taken aback by Cook's words.
Wow, I'm actually this good! An Ge stroked her chin and couldn't help but exclaim.
That evening, Kukla led several respected members of his tribe to kneel and pray devoutly in the direction of Ango before carefully opening the alchemy book.
"Hmm, what does all this mean? Can you understand it?"
"I don't understand it, but it must be very impressive."
"Nonsense, of course it's amazing, it's a gift from the gods. But what if we can't understand it?"
Cook thought for a moment, "I'll ask the gods tomorrow. They must have a solution. Alas, we're so stupid. The gods have blessed us, but we just can't see the light."
The other dwarves nodded, completely agreeing with their clan leader's words.
Cook, in particular, always thought he was very smart, but now he realizes that he was too arrogant.
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