Who says knights can't backstab

Chapter 462 Desperate!

Cyril never expected that Klan would be the first to speak.To be honest, he didn't know much about the dwarf he had tricked him from the north with a simple "unicorn's butt".

His personality is not pleasing, he is lazy, likes to brag, and his fighting skills are not superb. Before he arrived at Solkonan, he could still make up the number of people to hang out. After Silikie, he basically had no part in fighting.

Besides, Cyril can only think of the iron cock of the western mine in the future, but what he is more curious about is how such a guy can get to that position?

Or was he just a puppet of Iris?
"What did you say?" The corners of the dwarf's eyes twitched, and he reached out and grabbed the hammer on the side.The moment he grabbed the hammer, the whole house shook violently, the ore scattered on the ground shook crazily, and each heavy individual even jumped up and down due to the vibration, as if they were about to jump up in the next second , engulfed the three of them in the ore.

But this shock did not last for a few seconds—Cyril had already responded. He took a step forward and just held the hilt of the sword at his waist. It rolled backwards, and stuck to the wall obediently.

"Professional level?" The dwarf glared at Cyril, and Cyril returned his gaze unceremoniously. At this moment, there was no kindness in his eyes, but he entered the "Eye of Setanrio" State, insight into all the movements of the dwarves in front of him.

Bahrain's eyes widened, seeing that the young man was able to confront their patriarch, even with a posture of ease--Hexter, the patriarch is already over 130 years old, but how old is this young man?
And what surprised him even more happened immediately - the patriarch actually took the initiative to let go of his hammer!
He backed down?

"Hmph, kid, it's none of your business here." The dwarf snorted coldly, but turned his eyes away from Cyril, and then fell on Kelan, who was blocked by Cyril but couldn't.But Cyril moved a step sideways, blocked his sight again, and smiled at the same time:
"Let me introduce myself, I, Cyril Adrian, although I am a half-elf, but at the same time, I am also the lord of La Rochelle. Siliki, Yevwind, and Somi are all my territories. And these two are my subordinates."

He did not loosen the hilt of the sword at his waist while speaking.Alina could see clearly from behind, and she immediately remembered the knowledge that the leader had taught her: this is probably hiding a knife in a smile, right?
"Hehe." The dwarf patriarch finally let out a deep laugh, his posture suddenly relaxed, and he leaned against the wall behind him, "Galmar Bringold, Dika Mine is my territory."

Bringold—Cyril once again heard the same surname as the dwarf of Tranquil Mountain, he nodded and said: "Okay, Lord Galma, we didn't have any malicious intentions when we came here this time, just want to talk to Your Excellency." Let's talk about-"

But Galma's voice immediately became high-pitched again, making the air vibrate: "No malice? Let's talk?"

"You brought your subordinates to question my work, and you still said there was no malice, and you still want to talk to me?!"

He shook his thick neck like an angry lion, and grabbed his hammer again: "No one can question the skill of the great Galmar Bringold, no one!"

Cyril was stunned for a moment, then turned sideways to look at Kelan: Let you talk nonsense, did you say something happened?
He didn't expect that the other party's anger was aimed at this point, and now he could only count on Kelan to "persuade" the other party.

And Klan glanced at the boy, then strode forward, pointed at Galma's nose and shouted:
"Your work? Thanks to you calling such a thing a work? I'm so laughing, our 30-year-old boy made better than yours! With two rock gray wolf fangs, but Using red rust copper as armor, have you considered the transformation of magic power? Have you considered the mutual interference of elements?"

Crane didn't realize that the eyes of Cyril and Alina behind them opened wide for a moment, they just stared at Galmar Bringold's face that was getting more and more thoughtful, and continued to reprimand angrily:
"Even if you pull out your fangs, this is still a failure, no, it's a waste of money! An excellent red rust copper product should show bright orange red in important parts, which is where it has the highest hardness and the strongest resistance. What about this one on you? It’s dark everywhere, ugly! You shouldn’t be using those parts under your crotch!”

"I said you are still not convinced. Don't think how powerful Akiro Akiro is with a hammer. He doesn't even have a basic understanding of ore. No wonder he was kicked out. He even claimed to be the owner of the Dika mine. You are still called master without digging through! You are at most a passerby!"

Crane spit out cracklingly, only feeling refreshed.He let out a long breath, and when he put his fingers down, he suddenly remembered how horrible he had behaved before the person he scolded——

Huxter on top, Danya on top, he seems to be enough to tear... two or three me?
And just now, it seemed that he had - poked at the pain point of the other party?What's that guy named Balin saying?Not to mention Tranquil Ridge?Did I say that?
Fear suddenly surged in Kelan's heart. He turned his head slowly and tried to ask for help from the young man behind him, only to see that the latter was huddled together with Alina, his eyes were wide open, and he was frantically pointing fingers. Pointing at him—no, pointing in front of him:

The scorching breath spewed on Kelan's face, and he felt that his whole body was going to be paralyzed.Stiffly, he slowly turned his head around, and saw Galma's nose was almost touching his face - at some point, Galma had already stood in front of him!
"You, you, you!" Galmar growled panting, like a beast in heat.Kelan was even more terrified - the hammer in his hand hadn't been released yet, at such a distance, even Cyril couldn't protect himself!

He almost closed his eyes, but the expected attack or curse didn't come, instead, a huge force clamped his wrist, dragging him forward.

At the same time, Galmar's angry reprimand sounded: "You fart! Can you control the color of the ore after smelting? You are fucking bullshit! Elbow, come into the house with me! If you can't make a set of armor like this , See if I don't blow your balls!"

Kelan struggled weakly, but the gap in strength made him unable to resist Galma's power. He cast a look behind for help, but only saw Cyril waving at him——

The walls are closed.

He was dragged by Galmar into a secret room with only the two of them.

(End of this chapter)