Twenty Sided Dice

Let's refocus our attention on Siegel, after all, he has been in the library for fifteen days. In the record of his quill, there is already a thick stack of materials. He found interesting clues about the dragon on the cliff, and a certain mage later. These are the legends mentioned by Erinte, but there is indeed a lot of corroborating evidence to prove that this matter is not groundless. In addition, some local songs were also found, which contained some descriptions of monsters near Dragon Lion Cliff. There must be all kinds of exaggeration in the ballad to scare the disobedient children, but there are repeated references to some dark, shadowy monsters that can pass through walls and **** the soul of the living. Siegel was so intrigued by it that he decided to dig deeper.

In the library, the working dwarves have long known that there is such a human being who reads books here every day. This situation is very rare, so this matter passed from one to another among the librarians, and finally reached the ears of the curator.

Even by dwarven standards, the curator Monka Petty was very old. In his long life's journey, he seldom heard of such things - young human chap studying intently? So he decided to come down and see for himself. The entire library is his domain, and with the help of some runic items, he can approach every reader quietly without disturbing them. The curator picked up a recorded note and read it quickly and carefully, the more he looked, the more surprised he became. Through the text here, he can seriously feel that there is a hidden clue, which is the result of bold imagination and reasonable reasoning. Good researchers can make reasonable inferences from history, and only the best researchers dare to make bold imaginations. When the curator saw Hunting Xin, he showed his figure and came to the opposite side of Siegel. Taking advantage of the young man's break, he stopped him: "Can the child listen to me?"

The boy raised his head, and with the help of the light of the inextinguishable flame, he noticed the dwarf on the opposite side. It was a kindly old man, and it was easy to see that he had lived through the years of countless hours. His skin was wrinkled and covered with age spots, his nose and face were drooping, and his dry scalp was hairless. Even though he's been doused with beer all the year round, there's only a sparse stubble left on his chin. Although this description is somewhat disrespectful to the elderly and full of ridicule, for Siegel, this is the oldest potato he has ever seen. Time has left countless scars on this old man, but it has also given him a quality that others cannot have, a pair of piercing eyes full of insight.

"Please tell me if you have anything to do with the old man."

The old dwarf put his index finger on his mouth and made a shush gesture, he motioned Siegel to take his notes and come to the curator's office. After closing the door here, you can not affect other people's reading. The old man motioned for Siegel to sit down, and then laid himself down in the big soft chair with a comfortable snort. The own servant poured two glasses of wine, so that the two could continue the previous topic.

"I saw that you were sorting out the information on the Dragon Lion Cliff, child, it must be the kid from the Diamond Family who often caused trouble for you to come! Don't look at me with strange eyes, you must know that my duty is to record all the things around me. It has become instinctive. Although I am old, sometimes I can't write a lot, but fortunately my eyes are still bright and my ears are not deaf. Since you became a hero, your affairs have changed. It has been recorded in history, so it is not surprising that I can know that you have a good relationship with the Diamond family."

Siegel looked at him with a puzzled expression and said, "I didn't expect that I would get so much attention."

"Yes, kid, the benefits of being a brave climber are not only here, you will know it slowly in the future." The old man said slowly, his eyes caught in memories: "I still remember that 5 years ago, the diamond kid once came to me. I asked some questions here, and asked me to help him check the information. In the end, he spent 3,000 gold coins to buy three words, these three words are called lunar eclipse day." The old man blinked his eyes and said a little naughty: "I believe You should be going again soon!"

Siegel said nothing, just took a sip from his glass to avoid answering the question.

"Very good, kid, it seems that you are a person who can keep your mouth shut. Can I count on you to continue to maintain this quality? I have a job and I need a young man like you"

"Sir, I've already agreed to help you with some information, but the task has not been completed yet..."

"This matter is of great benefit to you, and I promise that it will not delay Erinte's adventure."

Siegel shook his head and politely declined: "Sir, I can't promise you now. I have to keep the previous promise and complete the current task first."

The curator shook his head, but there was no trace of disappointment. He stood up, opened the door with his own hands, then stood by the door and said, "Okay, boy, don't let this old man waste your time, you can get busy." When Siegel left the room, The curator grabbed his arm and warned again, "When you are free, don't forget to come and see me."

That night, Siegel told Erint about it. The dwarf was very surprised, and he inquired about what happened again, thinking over every sentence of the dialogue that happened, and then said to Siegel: "You didn't promise him right. Longevity Monka is a Petty dwarf, and also It is an important member of the short-footed dwarf clan, and it also has a certain influence in the entire Mora Peak. Since the short-footed dwarves did not climb the peak ladder back then, they are not the leading clan, but they have been pursuing this leadership position. According to some sources, Monka is researching why and how to give dwarves mages to increase their clan's influence. This radical idea worries many dwarves. You are right not to mix with them."

"He looks like a good guy, I feel that way."

"Yes, that's right." Irene nodded. "The curator is indeed a good person. He once saved my life on the battlefield. I remember that during the Battle of the Great Northern River, the Petty dwarves were in our gem clan. Fighting side by side, their mission was to cover the flanks, and as a result, they directly faced the impact of the hill giants, suffered very heavy battle losses, and suffered heavy casualties. However, due to military orders, we cannot provide support to them, and we must sacrifice them to keep moving forward. Attack. Longevity Monka has been on the battlefield, stabilizing the front line in the center of the army, to ensure that our flanks are not lost. However, one of his sons and two grandsons were sacrificed in the battle. Later, the battle was won, but It also caused a rift between the two clans. They always felt that our gem family deliberately weakened their power and was a conspiracy of the ruling clan. I can only assure you that we did not intend to do so. But history has no ifs, and the scars are irreparable.”

"Can't we solve the misunderstanding? They are all dwarves, living in the same place." Siegel asked inexplicably.

"Yes, in fact, everyone understands this truth, but a lot of times the history is revisited for things other than history - such as interests. Recently we have been in a stalemate with the Petty family, who support the Westbound to challenge the ruling class. I'm afraid that this radical approach will arouse the dissatisfaction of the dwarves' patron saint and bring about a crisis of division." Erinte paused for a while, drank the ale in his hand, and then seemed to have the strength to say: "Okay boy, I It's already a bit too much, you go to rest! These annoying things are still for us old people to consider. Remember, you only need half a day to go to the library in the future. Come back at noon every day, and I will use the afternoon to train you ."

Siegel's eyes lit up, his frostbite had already healed, and he really wanted to exercise his muscles. "Is it learning the dwarf martial arts? Master Leia once told me that I would use the dwarves' martial arts to exercise my strength."

"It's not just about exercising strength, boy, you'll know in the afternoon."

The next afternoon, when he walked into the training ground, Siegel was almost stunned. He thought it would be a one-on-one training between him and Erinte, but he didn't expect that there were many people around. Dwarf boy, he counted twelve. These children were all wearing iron armor, helmets, and wooden shields. The other hand was held high, a wooden stick, with a cloth bag tied to it. As their arms shook, the cloth bag shook and turned white of dust.

Erinte stood beside the training ground in good time, holding Siegel's equipment. He said excitedly: "Come on kid, this is your training: put down all these twelve little cubs! But if your face and crotch are marked with white marks, Even if you fail; if you have more than five white marks on your body and limbs, you are considered a failure!" The dwarf threw a wooden shield and a wooden machete on the ground, and said, "Pick up your equipment and let Let me see the basics you learned from Bill, as well as the swordsmanship and steps you learned from the elves, how far can you do it?"

Siegel picked up the weapon, and just as he tied the shield to his hand, twelve dwarfs rushed up. They shouted loudly, waving wooden sticks indiscriminately, like a dozen wild boars. The dwarves regard this as the most fun game. Usually, they fight each other, but this time they can join forces to deal with an outsider, so the little guys share the same hatred and everyone competes for the first place.

Siegel hurriedly retreated, using his light steps to avoid the most dangerous attacks. He tried to lengthen the formation and facilitate a one-on-one situation, but there was simply not enough space on the training ground. He only took five steps back, and found that his back was already against the wall. Siegel had an idea, jumped over the wall, and took advantage of the elf's swordsmanship and height to knock down the first dwarf, and then kicked the second opponent. But dwarves are inherently stable and tough. Then a wooden stick was drawn heavily against his nose, and a plume of white ashes covered his head and face.

"It's a really good first failure, and you can actually bring down one. You really opened my eyes." The dwarf pinched his waist, his beard shaking with anger.

Siegel felt ashamed, he didn't expect such a result. He wiped his face clean, quickly adjusted his spirits, and asked to do it again.