Different World Online

"Get out of the way! Don't you see this huge ogre?"

Up ahead, Bruenor was shouting and pushing his fellow dwarves aside on the narrow path.

The road, which was wide enough for two or three dwarves to run side by side, seemed a little narrow in front of Bobby's millstone-like buttocks.

After traveling along the stone road in the mountains, the three of them soon arrived in front of a palace above the city;

This is a palace with a rather rough architectural style. Huge stone pillars support the heavy roof beams. There are no walls around the palace, and the entire building is open.

The palace is right next to the lava river that flows down through the city. Steve, who has sharp eyes, discovered that this lava river has a small branch that flows toward the palace.

In the palace, heavy and violent knocking sounds continued to be heard, accompanied by the angry dwarf's swear words.

Seeing this, Bruno, who was walking in front, hurriedly quickened his pace and rushed into the palace.

Just as Steve stepped into this palace with neither guards nor ministers, Bruno's angry roar rang out.

"Let go! Prince Travok! Let go of His Majesty the King!"

The next second, an even louder voice rang out.

"Get out of here, Bruno! Don't bother me teaching this kid how to forge iron!

And don't call me by those terms you learned from those filthy human nobles!

If I hear you call me 'Prince' again, I'll blow your head off."

"You bastard Travok, come and try if you have the guts." The irritable Bruno was obviously not willing to be outdone.

"And you must let go of the King! The King of Thorium Hall must not be held by the collar by you!"

"Fuck your grandma's frost giant fart!

As a king, he must first be a dwarf, a dwarf!" The dwarf named Travok roared loudly and emphasized.

"Dwarves can't forge iron? This is a huge joke!

Even that damn rebellious bastard Thorin has inherited the skills of the Fireforge!

Let me go right now, Bruno, or I'll use your head on an anvil as a hammer!!!"

Looking at the two gray-bearded dwarves fighting in the palace, Steve scratched his head and looked stupidly at Bobby who was also dumbfounded.

"This...I'm afraid this is not a fake king!"

As a human being, Steve couldn't understand what he saw. Even if he was a majestic king, he shouldn't be grabbed by the collar and robbed by two old dwarves.

This is not surprising at all;

Unlike any other race, the life of a dwarf consists mainly of eating, drinking, fighting, and forging iron;

Think about it, if everyone in a country, from the king to the common people, spends two-thirds of their time every day forging iron and drinking, does it matter whether the country has a king or not?

Most importantly, the dwarves also have an extremely powerful dwarf god;

The existence of gods means that the dwarves do not need any more management at all, and the king has little real effect except for symbolic significance.

It’s just that human kings may still put on airs, while dwarves have no such cunning thoughts at all.

In front of the guest Steve, the two old dwarves who were fighting with each other finally left a little face for the dwarf king.

He glared at the other person fiercely, and then tacitly let go of the hand that was grabbing the other person's collar.

After clearing his throat, Prince Travok, whose chin was covered with dense dreadlocks, spoke slowly.

"Guest who has come from afar, please tell us your purpose in front of the king."

Hearing this, Steve calmed down and his expression became serious.

"Your Majesty, my name is Steve, and I came from the Zerg battlefield at the edge of the multiverse.

I am sorry to be visiting you with the obituary of the dwarf Thorin Fireforge and his pension."

As soon as the words fell, the hall, which had been extremely noisy before, suddenly became quiet. Behind the anvil, the dwarf king with a fiery red beard was also stunned.

"Are you sure?" Travok's solemn voice sounded.

"Sure!" Steve nodded with droopy eyes.

“I can’t possibly joke about the life and death of my savior.

Besides, Thorin died right in front of me."

"And his body?"

"There are no remains. After the Miser nuclear explosion, nothing is left."

Hearing this, Travok gritted his teeth and let out a long sigh.

Facing the silent palace before him, Steve clenched and unclenched his fists. After an unknown amount of time, he finally frowned and looked stern.

He didn't want to say such realistic and blunt words to the people in Thorin's hometown, but he had to say it.

"Your Majesty, I will give all of Thorin's pension to his father! But I hope no dwarf will have improper thoughts about this money!"

As soon as the words fell, a roar full of anger and rage sounded:

"Asshole! Don't taint the loyalty of the dwarves with your damned human ideas!

I shouldn't have let a damn human like you into the city!

And you brought Thorin's..." Bruenor roared;

At the city gate, because he had the credentials of the dwarf patrol and because he himself didn't want to listen to the nagging, he didn't pay too much attention to what Steve said. Plus, Thorin's name was on it, so he let Steve in.

Unexpectedly, this damn human dared to question the dwarf's loyalty.

Just as Bruno was about to continue cursing, Travok picked up the hammer on the anvil and hit Bruno hard on the forehead.

"Boom!" There was a deafening muffled sound, and the ground shook.

Looking at Bruno fainting on the ground with his eyes rolled back, Prince Travok put down the hammer as big as his head with an expressionless face, stroked his chest, and bowed slightly to Steve.

"You are a good human, Thorin has made a good friend."

There is nothing wrong with this statement.

A sum of money, a sum that would allow the messenger to say that he needed a guarantee from the dwarf king. How much money should this be?

Similarly, it is obvious that there are not many humans who can travel thousands of miles to the north when winter is approaching to return the money instead of embezzling it.

After saying that, Travok pulled the young king who was still in a daze behind the anvil to his front and pointed at Steve and said:

"Daink, swear by the king to Thorin's friends."

Hearing this, the red-bearded dwarf king nodded awkwardly, reached out his hand to touch the anvil beside him and said solemnly:

"Great Father God Muradin!

I, Dainck Battlehammer, swear by the Dwarf King of Thorium Hall;

......"

At this point, the young king was stunned and looked at his uncle Travok beside him for help.

Seeing this, Travok frowned and reminded unhappily:

"Protect Thorin's legacy and prevent anyone with bad intentions from taking possession of the property in any form."

Hearing this, King Dainke recited along.

As the words fell, the shining anvil and the hammer on it flashed a holy white light;

Seeing this scene, Steve finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Although the pension could not make up for the pain that Thorin's family suffered from the loss of their loved ones, as the last survivor of that tragic war, he believed that returning the money in full to his family was the right thing to do.