The new capital of the Dwarves, City of Gold, shimmered under the sunlight with a brilliant color.
Did this gold-like reflection bear some nostalgia for the original Desert Palace? This was a question even the Dwarf King himself found difficult to answer.
Even though they had left the old palace, which had been passed down for a thousand years, the new capital was quite nice in many aspects. If one must find a fault, it would only be that there wasn't an endless supply of gold buried underground.
Perhaps for that reason, the new capital of the Dwarves not only looked like it was made of gold but also vigorously promoted the development of domestic commerce, hoping to recreate the splendid days when Dwarves were never short of money.
Endel Mark was a fortunate benefactor of the times, the lucky one who fed on the wind of the era. The young noble wiped the sweat off his forehead as he climbed down from his carriage.
