Chapter Six: The Japanese Dwarfs
"Japanese?"
"Yes, the Japanese. If you sail east from Hangzhou, you can reach Japan. In that country, the lords are constantly at war with each other, and the people are suffering. They will do anything to get food, and the Japanese are very trustworthy and will risk their lives for money."
Qin Mo's absorbed memories were incomplete. He was okay with the more important things, but he was completely unaware of many common-sense facts, something Uncle Lin was already used to. This time, Uncle Lin thought Qin Mo didn't know about the Japanese, so he explained it to him in great detail.
But how could Qin Mo not know about Japan! The monstrous, psychologically twisted Japanese warriors in numerous films had left a deep impression on her. Loyal, cruel, resilient, ruthless to enemies, even more ruthless to themselves, and indifferent to their own well-being.
"When I went to Japan with Allen to search for the Madam, I visited Japan. Although the Japanese were short, they were loyal to their promises, fierce in battle, and more disciplined than the refugees. If you are interested, young master, you should make plans soon." Uncle Lin's words piqued Qin Mo's interest. Since it was about recruiting cannon fodder, the Japanese were indeed a suitable choice if possible. He wouldn't feel guilty even if they all died.
"Uncle Lin, since we know the route to Fusang, why don't we engage in maritime trade?" Qin Mo thought of this matter. Maritime trade is very profitable, and the elves are skilled at navigation, so why is Dayuan still so poor?
"Cough cough cough... Young Master, Allen was focused on finding the Mistress, so naturally he went to explore places where no one had ever been before. We also tried to cross the sea by ourselves a few times, but firstly, we didn't have enough money, and secondly, the wind and waves were unforgiving, so we stopped taking the risk." Uncle Lin blushed deeply upon hearing Qin Mo's question, feeling extremely ashamed.
Qin Mo remained silent. People in this era lacked sufficient knowledge about the sea and reliable navigation methods, which greatly amplified the risks of venturing out to sea. Maritime trade became a life-or-death business, rarely touched by ordinary people.
"Bang!...Bang!...Bang!...Bang!" A series of fighting sounds came from Qin Mo's castle. The maids and servants whispered among themselves, marveling at how hard their young master was working.
In the castle's training hall, Qin Mo and Allen were practicing combat techniques. Allen was tall and well-proportioned, a typical Great Elf physique.
Qin Mo has the "slim when dressed, muscular when undressed" type of figure, but compared to Allen, she appears slightly thinner and noticeably smaller than Allen I. Both fighters moved very quickly, and their fighting postures possessed an undeniable beauty, easily pleasing to the eye but making one overlook the danger lurking within.
With a clang, Qin Mo's sword was once again snatched from Allen's hand; this was the third time today. Qin Mo let out a breath, undeterred, and sat down on the ground, panting heavily.
Since learning that he had to head north for the expedition, Qin Mo was forced to end his leisurely life. He spent his nights diligently cultivating his inner power and honing his combat skills with Allen. His inner power cultivation method was personally taught to him by the old prince Qin Lan, and his cultivation level was already quite impressive. However, his combat skills were far inferior, as he had spent the previous ten years or so battling the black flames within his body, leaving him with virtually no time to utilize his combat abilities.
According to Allen and Linbo, the Elven race's combat skills are unparalleled in the world, just like the Great Xia cultivators' cultivation methods are unique in the world and are recognized by all.
The only drawback is that the Elven combat skills require the Elven physique to cultivate, and unlike the Vampires, they cannot be directly inherited from the bloodline. They must be taught and trained to master them, so Qin Mo suffered quite a bit from this.
But he didn't know what Allen was thinking. Allen had admired him more than once, "As expected of the teacher's son, his body alone is enviable. Speed, strength, coordination, early warning of danger, and that incredible comprehension. In just a few years, he has already surpassed my years of training."
However, Allen also noticed a very unpleasant phenomenon... Qin Mo liked to slack off. Although Qin Mo's progress could already be described as rapid, Allen felt there was still a lot of potential to be tapped. But Qin Mo would always come up with all sorts of excuses to rest, and if you pushed him too far, he would simply throw a tantrum and act like a coward.
Allen looked at Qin Mo, who was panting heavily on the ground, disregarding her dignity, and felt annoyed. She clearly had the strongest aptitude, but she was just lazy. Was this still a noble high elf?
"Your Highness, there is still one hour before you can rest."
“Allen, I’ve told you so many times, I know elves cherish freedom and don’t like being controlled. Why do you have to call me Prince? Just call me by my name.” Uncle Lin and the servants left by his father all called Qin Mo “Young Master,” while the elves called him Prince, showing respect but maintaining their own freedom.
"You're the teacher's son, so I can call you by your name, but I'll still call you Prince, it's just a habit. Alright, order given. No more excuses for slacking off, we must practice for three hours today." Allen had seen Qin Mo's tricks for slacking off before; if you didn't interrupt him, he could chat with you for a while.
"Wait...wait a minute, Allen, I have something important to ask you." Qin Mo brought up Lin Bo's idea of hiring Japanese people to make up the numbers.
"What use are those races enslaved by the dwarves? Are they just going to howl and charge at the orcs to their deaths?" Allen was very dismissive of Qin Mo's suggestion, feeling that fighting alongside the Fusang people was an insult to the elves.
"Dwarfs? What dwarfs?" Qin Mo became very interested and started gossiping with Allen.
Allen glanced at Qin Mo and said helplessly, "After the thousand-year alliance, the elves chose the northern part of the Western Continent as their habitat, the vampires established a kingdom in the Alps. The sea creatures are nowhere to be found, and the dwarves have yet to find a suitable territory."
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