A mage? A spell engineer!

Chapter 561 It still has to be the dwarf brother.

To be honest, Rorschach was somewhat unhappy with the conversation with the elven delegation, from beginning to end. If it were just Hill visiting, he would have been happy to show her around.

"I hope the dwarves aren't as awkward as those long-eared ones," Rorschach sighed. Whether it was Andrei's intention or an unintentional arrangement, the dwarf delegation's reception room was right next to the elves'.

"Uncle Rorschach, you've arrived! I am Rug Lush Schwanno, a senior diplomatic envoy from the Dwarven Confederation, here to pay you a visit."

Thankfully, it wasn't Singerev, and it wasn't one of those anime finale segments where all the old characters reappear one by one, and Rorschach was so annoyed by the elves that he started making fun of himself.

This diplomat had a middle name with the character "炉" (furnace), a symbol of nobility. Rorschach's previous acquaintances, the dwarves Singer and Jansen, were commoners and naturally didn't have this. Similar noble middle names include "锤" (hammer), "挑" (picker), and "金" (gold).

"Since Mr. Schwann is a diplomat, he shouldn't be looking for me in Byrne," Rorschach said, trying to avoid further embarrassment.

"Haha, don't let our rough appearance fool you, we can be quite meticulous in some ways."

Where are the details? Explain in detail.

Unaware of what Rorschach was thinking, the dwarf patted his chest smugly: "We made sure before we came that you are the one who keeps your word here, Master Rorschach."

"Not only that, we knew all along that the elves were coming to find you."

"really."

Ruger revealed his undisguised disgust: "Don't they keep talking about the survival of their race? Playing the victim and then asking Rorschach for help?"

"Apart from that, we don't have anything substantial to offer."

Hmm. Now that you mention it, Rorschach realized that he sympathized with the elves, especially the gray elves, and he also felt sorry for the villages that had been destroyed in the Black Forest.

When Hill herself spoke of her identity as a princess, Rorschach wavered, feeling that it was too heavy a burden for her to bear the fate of her entire clan alone.

Upon closer reflection, it seems I only received a wooden mask and a worthless check.

Holy crap, if we actually agree to their terms, then Luo Xia is even more benevolent than Ma Sheng, the god of open source. His Mars ticket is a real empty promise.

Seeing Rorschach's expression, Ruger wore a smug smile: "Ha, they've always been like this. When they're in power, they're arrogant and condescending, pointing fingers at humans and us, criticizing us for not being environmentally conscious."

"Now that they're finally in such a sorry state, they're trying to gain sympathy everywhere. But when it comes to ripping off their own kind, they're ruthless. If those self-proclaimed 'High Elves' hadn't ruthlessly trampled on the Grey Elves, the Istani royal family wouldn't have been overthrown until today."

Andrei, who came to the reception room to deliver wine, also said: "It is said that the wandering elves who settled down were not content to stay. They were unwilling to farm and preferred to do business. They have cheated many people in the past."

"Once more elves settle down, they will become xenophobic and want to take over the land that sheltered them. So, teacher, I suggest you control the number of long-eared elves in the special zone."

"Many wandering grey elves also know some ancient witchcraft, and it is very likely that the source of their power is the Mother Goddess."

Oh, you're from Valuva too? Never mind then. Since it's been verified by multiple sources, it's not entirely baseless. It's just that this racial trait sounds familiar...

Despite it being a "diplomatic occasion," Ruger and his colleagues didn't hesitate to grab the bottles and chug down their liquor: "Ah! Good liquor, but it's not strong enough."

He elegantly wiped the wine off his beard with a handkerchief: "This young man is right, elves are just like that."

After the dwarves and Andrei had their fun as racial knights, the reception room was filled with a lively atmosphere.

Rorschach, silently enhancing the soundproofing with magic, decided to steer the conversation back on track: "Since you despise the elves' actions, what price are you and the Confederation you represent willing to pay for the tickets?"

"Boat tickets? We don't need boat tickets!" Mr. Ruger was even more cheerful after drinking, although he was already quite outgoing, and his voice shook the entire room:

"We want to buy your technology! Oh dear, I never thought we'd have to import it from humans. Speaking of which, our civil wars only make things worse for everyone, but when you humans fight, your technology gets better and better, if nothing else matters."

The dwarves wanted the technology to build starships.

They are also troubled by the disasters caused by the resurrection of the Mother Goddess. Now, many deep mining areas are experiencing accidents such as landslides due to abnormal geological activity, and many mutated monsters and unidentified living creatures are threatening mining operations.

The Dwarven Confederation, having just finished a civil war, was deeply troubled by these threats.

When the dwarves who had collaborated with humans brought back intelligence about the starship project, the dwarves immediately perked up:

"We're going to find a new place to mine! It's getting harder and harder to find minerals in the prime plane, and there's this 'Earth Goddess' thing, it's unbearable."

"If we could build a giant ship that could travel through interstellar space, that would be incredible! We could go to the lower levels of the fire plane, the water plane, and other sub-planes. Hahaha."

If it's teleportation magic, losses and transport capacity are problems, especially since dwarves are not good at these kinds of magic.

In the past, when the dwarves were at their peak, they could mine everywhere, the mines seemed inexhaustible, and they could even sail around in small boats, robbing any coastal villages they encountered that were human or elf. Life was wonderful.

After the rise of the empire, their sphere of influence gradually shrank to the northern tip of the continent today. Apart from having many hot springs and the opportunity to see the aurora borealis, they had nothing else to offer. The soil was frozen, and they had to compete with Istani for sea areas and fishing grounds, which was quite frustrating.

After the civil war, this fierce old hag comes along. I can't live like this anymore!

So when the dwarves heard that the great human ingenuity had created a ship that could travel in space, was heat-resistant, could withstand divine power, and had an incredibly powerful engine, they were so excited that their furnaces were about to explode that they immediately took action and politely inquired about the price.

"Don't worry, we're not some shameless, down-on-their-luck bunch like Long Ears. We can provide Grandpa Rorschach's business with even better materials. We can get you any alloy you want, and even the most difficult parts, we'll find a way to make them for you."

He even went so far as to say, "Everyone knows the empire is doomed; the Yankees can't beat the Southerners. Especially with a child as emperor, he's a complete idiot, and the people around him are all idiots too."

Ruger suddenly remembered that Rorschach wasn't very old either, still considered a child by dwarf standards, so he quickly added, "Uncle Rorschach is an exception, you're the uncle, you're all like this." He gave a short, stubby thumb.

It's so refreshing to talk to my old buddies, because they're offering so much. Although Rorschach still indicated that he would discuss it with the other senators, he privately told Ruger that he would definitely do his best to secure a successful collaboration in the Senate.

Moreover, Rorschach also mentioned that a large number of dwarf engineers were involved in the original design of the engine. This is not a technology import, but clearly a "joint self-development"!

The hearty laughter of Luger Lush Schwanno and the other dwarves, even with Rorschach's soundproofing, could still penetrate a little and be heard by the elven elders peering along the wall.

"Hey, these dwarfs are really arrogant. Looks like we'll have to escalate things." Old Deng stood up, leaning against the wall.

They approached Hill, trembling, and said, "Your Highness, for the greater good of our people, please sacrifice yourselves for us!"

(End of this chapter)