Rough fingers fumbled over the hard ore, feeling its sharp and resilient texture.
Bronzebeard excitedly tossed the ore, tenderly wiped it several times, and then turned around with a face full of excitement:
"That's right, this is indeed a vein of Fine Gold Ore that we've just uncovered, and the quality is quite high!"
"Burp~ If you, My Lord, are willing to give me 10 kilograms of Fine Gold to forge an iron hammer for blacksmithing and a battleaxe for fighting, I'll share with you the technique to smelt Fine Gold!"
Despite reeking of alcohol, the words of Bronzebeard carried a smartness exclusive to Dwarves.
Looking at the mound of ore piled up into a small hill, Matthew smiled at Bronzebeard and gently patted Yaya on the back.
To Bronzebeard's horror, Yaya suddenly lifted him into the air, causing him to yell in fright.
"No, we Dwarves shouldn't be so high up, put me down quickly. I can walk by myself!"
"Where are we heading?"
"My Lord, please respond!"
