Part 2
Yes, he could first use some illusions on the Hero to confuse him, then give him a sound beating, establishing a thorough enmity and cultivating the Hero’s hatred for the Demon King.
If he did this a few more times, he would definitely become the Hero’s mortal enemy!
As dusk fell, they finally reached the Dwarf City.
The City Lord, Oshien, had been waiting anxiously. He couldn’t wait to invite Lance into the Crystal Palace to hear humanity’s response.
Lance didn’t plan on keeping Samuel away from the conversation with Oshien, but Arlo was very worried about it.
He wasn’t worried about shattering Samuel’s worship of the Hero. He was concerned about Samuel’s identity.
He was a Knight of Skylight City. If he heard the Hero’s strange words about harming both humans and monsters, he might go back and reveal the Hero’s ugly truth to the Lord of Skylight City.
He was worried that Samuel would sabotage the peace talks, so Arlo stopped outside the Crystal Palace, looked at the extremely long staircase, and said: “My leg… I’m tired.”
Samuel was eager: “God’s Envoy Arlo, I can carry you!”
Arlo: “…”
He took a few steps back to get farther away from Samuel and stubbornly turned his head away, saying: “I’m just tired.”
Misa got the hint and gave a strong nudge: “Arlo, you must need to rest.”
Samuel: “…”
Misa: “Samuel, can you please take God’s Envoy Arlo to rest?”
Samuel immediately nodded, and helping the wary Arlo, he followed a dwarf and left the area.
Misa followed Lance to meet the Dwarf City Lord, Oshien, who was still seated on his towering throne. When he saw Misa and Lance enter, he jumped off the throne with a pat-a sound, scurried over excitedly, and asked, “Lord Lance! Where are the minerals!”
Lance: “The humans are willing to trade with you.”
Oshien: “Hooray! Minerals!”
Lance: “But they also have a few small requests.”
He recounted the terms he had settled with the human lord to Oshien one by one. This would bring a large variety of minerals to the dwarves. Of course, Oshien had no objections. He signed the contract Lance brought on the spot, then worked to tilt his head up to look the much-taller human Hero in the eye, saying: “I’m… still a little worried.”
Lance was in a good mood: “About what?”
“We’ve never spoken to humans before.” Oshien nervously tugged at his beard. “Won’t the humans be scared of us?”
Misa: “…”
“You won’t be able to go to the surface. The only humans you’ll meet will be the ones in charge of this deal,” Lance said softly. “Don’t worry, they will be very polite to you.”
The future of Skylight City rested in the dwarves’ hands. Of course, they would be very polite.
Oshien was still very worried.
“I’ve handled everything for you,” Lance nodded slightly. “If you’re really afraid, you don’t have to talk to the humans.”
Oshien: “I don’t have to talk to humans?”
Misa also asked curiously: “But the humans will definitely have a lot of questions.”
Lance sat on the steps in front of the Crystal Palace’s throne, offering advice to Oshien.
Lance asked: “Do you have any white clothes?”
Oshien scratched his head: “White clothes?”
“Just smile at all the humans you meet. You don’t have to answer any questions they ask you,” Lance said, then tugged at a potted plant nearby, pointing to the blooming flower within. “Is this flower… rare?”
Oshien stared blankly and shook his head.
“Good, make a flower crown,” Lance smiled. “Wear the white clothes, keep smiling, and they’ll definitely believe you.”
Oshien was puzzled, but Misa frowned in discomfort.
This outfit sounded all too familiar.
It was just like the young divine beings that the Church loved to paint on its walls… those young gods with golden hair, blue eyes, and an exceptionally handsome appearance, exuding a sense of holiness.
Lance had told the Bishop and the Lord that the dwarves had been redeemed by a holy calling, so he wanted the dwarves to wear these clothes to show their holiness. But the dwarves’ appearances were completely different from those beautiful young gods. With them wearing those clothes… Misa would just find it bizarre.
Misa took a sharp breath.
But Oshien was immersed in the joy of having an abundance of minerals. He wasn’t thinking about anything else. He just couldn’t help but ask the remarkable human Hero: “Do you… really not want any reward?”
Lance: “Hm?”
“Don’t human heroes usually need some kind of reward for their work?” Oshien cleared his throat. “Don’t worry, we dwarves won’t take advantage of a hero.”
Only then did Misa notice that Lance had said he would act as the middleman for the dwarf-human trade, but in the contract he had settled with the Lord of Skylight City, he hadn’t left a single coin of profit for himself.
Lance shook his head at Oshien: “I’m not interested in money.”
Misa: “…”
Who was it who said his childhood dream was to be a money-printing machine just yesterday?!
Lance paused for a moment, then added: “If you really want to thank me, give me a set of equipment.”
For the dwarves, who had a countless stockpile of armor and weapons, this was the simplest thing they could do. It wouldn’t cause them any loss, and it was certainly a good thing for Lance.
Oshien agreed without hesitation. He opened the dwarf treasury directly and invited Lance and Misa to enter the magnificent warehouse. They could pick whatever they liked.
Inside the dwarf treasury were tens of thousands of armors and weapons, which had even been categorized into different sections. Misa was dazzled and could only use his experience to make recommendations to the Hero, who had just left the novice village.
“This set seems to be made of Shifura magic stones,” Misa said seriously. “This kind of equipment is electricity-proof and waterproof, with very high magic resistance. It’s a mage’s nemesis.”
Lance shook his head.
“It’s a heavy armor,” Lance frowned. “A standing tin can for getting hit.”
Misa: “…”
Misa turned and pointed to another set of equipment.
“Dragon-rock armor, a moderate weight, forged from dragon scales and the sturdiest Moxi rock,” Misa said, pointing to the back decorations that were made to look like dragon wings. “It’s like dragon wings. You can glide through the air for a short time.”
Lance: “I don’t want to be a bird-man.”
Misa: “…”
Misa took a deep breath and picked up an extremely handsome-looking set of armor next to the dragon-rock armor: “This must be made of Sky-Star ore—”
Lance interrupted him: “This helmet will make you go bald.”
Misa: “…”
Misa looked down at the helmet next to him.
It was cool, handsome, and a standard full-face circular helmet.
Lance: “I don’t really like the ‘Mediterranean Sea’ or ‘Island in the Sea’ hairstyles.”
Misa: “…”
Lance: “And it’s hard to see the road.”
Damn it, why was this Hero so hard to please!
Misa decided to give up on armor and start with weapons.
Misa held up a two-handed claymore.
Lance: “It’ll get stuck in doorways.”
Misa picked up a glowing warhammer.
Lance: “I don’t really need a torch.”
Misa picked up a black and red long whip covered in barbs.
Lance: “…”
Lance: “…”
Lance averted his gaze: “…Ahem.”
What are you coughing for!
What are you thinking about?!
Damn it, why is this Hero so picky!
Misa gave up on making recommendations and let Lance choose for himself in a huff. Lance looked around for a bit and picked a very lightweight chainmail set.
Misa took a deep breath and said helplessly: “This type of armor has very poor defense and is made of ordinary materials. If someone shoots an arrow at you, it will definitely pierce right through the armor.”
“You’re right,” Lance affirmed seriously. “So, I just won’t get shot.”
Misa froze: “What about a stab attack—”
Lance: “I just won’t get stabbed.”
Misa: “…”
Misa couldn’t understand.
If he could dodge all attacks, why did he even need to choose armor?
Wouldn’t it be better to just go naked!
But Lance was very serious. He carefully examined all the details of the chainmail and was very satisfied, saying: “Now I look like a Hero.”
Misa: “…”
What?
So you know you didn’t look like a Hero before, damn it!
Lance added: “The right clothing and appearance will bring us many benefits.”
Misa was completely exhausted: “The armor before looked much cooler.”
With their black and red designs or their glittering gold, they looked much more like a successful Hero than someone wearing this plain chainmail.
“Exactly,” Lance acknowledged with a nod. “But they look like heroes who have already successfully saved the world.”
Misa: “…”
Misa couldn’t comprehend the Hero’s twisted logic.
“And we haven’t succeeded yet,” Lance said, picking up the chainmail. He smiled at Misa, then looked at the weapons lining the racks on the other side and said seriously, “In the early stages of our venture, we need to rough it a little.”
Misa: “…”
“So, I’ll choose this set.”
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