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Chapter 326 Fear, Trembling, and Worry! The Wrath of the Lower-Ranking Dwarves! (Please Subscribe)

If God gave the elves a chance, Ethan would definitely persuade the war faction in the capital.

Unfortunately, there's no going back.

After the heads of several pro-war factions were chopped off and the Elven minor temple was destroyed, the Elves had no choice but to either continue their stubborn resistance and await death, or surrender immediately.

A wise individual would choose to preserve their usefulness and ensure their own safety. This is especially true for an elf race with a collective command structure!

While Ethan was brooding outside, only dwarves and humans remained in the hall.

After several rounds of drinks, the atmosphere became increasingly lively.

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"friend!"

Bellergas grabbed a bottle of Moutai and personally filled Dou Jiankang's glass; the liquor swayed slightly because of his excited hand.

"Do you know? Before our great ancestor manifested, I—to be precise, my race—held the deepest malice towards you humans!"

Dou Jiankang raised his glass and drank with him: "Why is that? When we first met you, we noticed that you were very—contradictory!"

"Alas—that's because of our history. We've been deceived by humanity more than once, losing countless compatriots! Losing countless territories, and even our entire ethnic group faced the risk of extinction!"

He downed the liquor in one gulp, then slammed the glass down on the table with a loud thud.

"But you're different! You're fucking completely different!"

Bellegas pointed at Dou Jiankang, then at the humans around him, "Those human kingdoms to the south only oppress us, forcing us to give everything! But you cooperate! You bind everyone together, turning us into a community of shared interests! Let us—become one of you too!"

"At this moment, if we follow the human way, even if our great ancestor is a fake, we are willing to be your friends!"

At this point, the resolute dwarf leader's eyes even welled up with tears.

"Friends, we once had a glorious history, but for a series of reasons, it's all gone! Much of our splendid civilization has been lost completely! Those great beings have either been shelved and turned into useless relics, or become ethereal myths, illusions we can only see in temples after we die!"

"It is you—you have given us hope!"

Bellegas refilled Dou Jiankang's glass: "Under the leadership of the great Geizur! Come, my friend, let us drink to our hearts' content!"

Dou Jiankang ignored the soldiers' advice and started drinking as well.

Because I was happy, I drank quite a bit of alcohol, and my cheeks were already flushed.

After refilling the glass, he picked up the glass again and clinked it together forcefully.

"As long as we treat each other with honesty, benefit each other, and refrain from doing anything to harm each other's communities, we can be the best of friends!"

"Haha, cheers!"

"Cheers!"

The drinking party reached its climax.

Although dwarves are only a little over a meter tall, they are all natural warriors with extremely strong physical abilities, and their capacity for alcohol is a talent ingrained in their genes.

They started making a ruckus, taking turns toasting the human table, their eyes filled with a hint of provocation and pure competition.

Wang Kaixuan, who was standing next to Dou Jiankang, had been forced to drink ten cups of wine by a short, strong man, and his face was starting to turn blue.

The dwarf patted him on the shoulder and slurred, "Human friend, is that all it takes to fail?"

Wang Kaixuan shook his head and said with a smile that it didn't matter. But he needed to go to the restroom first.

Once outside, taking advantage of the fact that no one was paying attention, he pulled a small blue pill, barely bigger than a grain of rice, from his pocket and quickly popped it into his mouth.

When he returned, he chatted with the dwarf with a smile, and then swallowed a mouthful of wine.

Unlike before when he would drink until his face turned red and he had to force himself to drink, this time he was clearly much more at ease while drinking, within seconds.

Seeing Wang Kaixuan like this, the dwarf laughed heartily, and then continued to pour wine and eat meat.

Everyone started talking about all sorts of things again.

From trade to marine fishing; from infrastructure to residential construction to the steel industry—

Seeing Bellergas toast his superior Dou Jiankang again, Wang Kaixuan chuckled and picked up a bottle of wine: "Elder Bellergas, you have made a very deep impression on us today. I'd like to toast you."

The dwarves, who had already drunk quite a bit of alcohol, started going to the bathroom frequently.

Suddenly, the atmosphere at the dinner table changed drastically.

What was initially thought to be a one-sided victory at the drinking party turned into a closely contested tug-of-war.

Then humans began to steadily dominate the dwarves.

On the human side, the seemingly frail Wang Kaixuan and some non-combatants, when they were about to pass out from drunkenness, relied on pills to sober up and fully recover, and were now in high spirits to continue the next round of battle with the dwarves at the drinking party.

The fact that humans could regain their health through alcohol consumption ignited the dwarves' competitive spirit.

"Friend, I have an idea. Your tribe has too few products. We can open a department store, hire your tribe's employees to run it, and we'll split the profits 50/50—hiccup—we—we'll resell our specialty products. Ideally, it would be tax-free!"

"No problem, no problem at all—" Bellegas blushed as he continued to shovel a mouthful of Maotai liquor into his mouth.

This beverage is completely different from the dwarfs' ale and stout, but its extremely spicy and long-lasting flavor is very suitable for the dwarfs' taste.

Bellergas hoped to acquire more of these grain-scented spirits.

The clinking of bottles, the initial civilized atmosphere, gradually turned into boisterous laughter and defiant shouts, all blending together to fill the banquet hall with a joyful atmosphere.

Dou Jiankang and Bellergas were already arm in arm, both with flushed faces, yet they were still laughing and chugging down their drinks.

In this seemingly absurd drinking contest, a brand-new alliance of drinking and eating is being quietly forged in the most simple yet solid way.

After the drinking party ended, the dwarves were barely able to stand up.

Humans had to take it to a nearby rest area.

After leaving, Dou Jiankang smiled at Wang Kaixuan beside him and said, "The alcohol neutralizing drug that scientists have developed is amazing!"

Wang Kaixuan nodded: "Yes, scientists are amazing! These hangover and liver-protecting pills are so much better than before!"

"Indeed, we should prepare more of these things in the future. The diplomatic and commercial bureaus are too powerful."

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"Technology and ruthlessness are the keys to defeating your rivals in the drinking game."

"Ha ha!"

"Tomorrow, let's ask Bellergas again and try to finalize the deal for the large shopping mall in the city center of Tranquil Harbor."

"good!"

the other side.

Inside the guest room prepared by humans, Bellegas, who had just been being helped up and looked completely drunk, was now sitting steadily in a chair, his eyes clear and showing no signs of intoxication.

The room's furnishings are very thoughtful, from the bed that's only half a person's height to the specially adjusted tables and chairs, all taking into full account the height of short people.

This attention to detail only amplified Bellegas's unease.

"puff."

He spat out a mouthful of bitter powder mixed with magical salt, a special hangover remedy made by the dwarves that worked instantly, but tasted really bad.

A dwarf guard next to him also spat out the powder in his mouth and patted his chest with lingering fear.

"Elder, that liquor the humans call 'Maotai' is way too strong! It burns your throat more than lava! I almost fell for their trick."

"Tricked? You think they didn't cheat?" Bellergas glanced at him, pulled a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, and slowly rolled one.

Another guard had already taken out several stones engraved with runes and set them up in a corner of the room to prevent any possibility of investigation.

After making the arrangements, he lowered his voice and reported to his superior: "Elder, news just came from the capital that there is still no news from the forbidden area His Majesty the King entered. It is still a place where one can only enter but not leave."

"As expected." Bellegas lit the cigarette he had rolled, took a deep drag, and said, "That damn place only opens once in a while, it would be a surprise if nothing unexpected happened."

He handed a cigarette to the guards: "What are your thoughts on today's encounter with humans?"

"That guy named Wang Kaixuan slipped out halfway through, and when he came back, his alcohol tolerance was like a completely different person. They must have used some kind of trick," the guard said indignantly. "They think we can't see through them, they really think we're fools!"

“They’re not fools, and neither are we.” Bellegas exhaled a thick smoke ring. “Let’s stop the probing at the dinner table. Once their shopping malls are built, once their money and equipment are in the hands of every one of our people, then we can talk to them about other things.”

He paused, his eyes becoming deep.

"Today, I saw a lot and understood a lot. I feel uneasy."

Humanity's power far exceeds his imagination.

If the dwarves' current strength is a clenched fist, then humanity is a war machine running at full power.

In a head-on confrontation, the dwarves might win one or two battles, but they will eventually be worn down and killed.

"Yes, the difference in strength is too great—" a guard's voice carried a hint of frustration.

"A large gap makes things easier," Bellagas laughed, though the smile didn't reach his eyes. "Do they think they can get us drunk and make us open our hearts with a few pills and a few words of brotherhood?"

"Too naive."

He stubbed out his cigarette on the table, stood up, walked to the window, and looked at the lights of countless homes in the distant tranquil harbor.

"If they want to open a shopping mall, let them! If they want to build roads, let them! Use human money and human resources to support our dwarven soldiers and hone our dwarven skills!"

"Don't they like mutual benefit? Let's do mutual benefit with them!"

Bellergas's voice was low, yet carried an undeniable ruthlessness.

One of the dwarf lieutenants said, "The elder is right, this is our opportunity!"

"Chance?"

Bellegas gazed at the two moons shining with a soft glow outside the window, remaining silent for a long time.

This is more than just an opportunity.

This is a future that could transform the entire dwarf race, but could also annihilate them.

He climbed his way up from the lowest level of the mines to where he is today, and he knows all too well what life is like for the people at the bottom of the tribe.

Today in Tranquil Harbor, he saw with his own eyes the dwarven civilians who followed the humans, their faces displaying a genuine ease he had never seen before.

It's a kind of ease where you're well-fed and clothed, and no longer afraid of tomorrow.

He felt a mix of emotions.

Because he knew that behind this ease lay the collapse of the old order.

It's not just that the powerful and wealthy need to relinquish their interests; the entire deeply ingrained structure of dwarf society is about to undergo a dramatic change.

But change has always been paved with blood.

"Ancestor Gaizur, what are you really thinking?"

Bellegas took another drag of his cigarette, his thoughts drifting through the swirling smoke. "Don't you really care that the interests of your descendants, who inherited your noble blood, are being so trampled on by mortals?"

But then he thought about it again and shook his head self-deprecatingly.

The great ancestor Gaizur lived for so long that the bloodline of his descendants has probably long since been diluted and spread throughout the entire ethnic group.

Perhaps this is true love, a love that treats all descendants of dwarves equally.

He could only convince himself this way, otherwise the inner conflict would be enough to tear him apart.

Just as he was lost in thought, a rapid knocking sounded at the door.

Boom!dong dong!

The voice was short and forceful, completely unlike the rhythm of a servant's announcement.

The second-in-command immediately gripped the battle axe at his waist, went over and flung open the door, where a dusty-looking dwarf messenger stood.

"What is it?"

"An urgent secret letter from Elder Lils: These matters may affect future communication with humans!"

Upon hearing his old buddy's name, Bellergas perked up and immediately said, "Bring it here!"

The letter was presented, and Bellegas tore off the sealing wax and pulled out the paper inside.

He glanced at it once, and his pupils contracted sharply, his breath catching in his throat for a moment.

"Elder?" The guard beside him noticed the change in his aura.

"See for yourselves." Bellegas handed over the letter, his voice a little dry.

Several deputies and guards stepped forward, and when they saw what was written on it, the air in the room seemed to freeze instantly.

"This—this—have humans gone mad?!" a deputy exclaimed, his face filled with disbelief. "They're overstepping their authority! They're trampling on our rules!"

"Skipping over the nobles in the Ministry of Military Affairs and giving benefits directly to the front-line troops? What right do they have!" Another guard was so angry that his beard was trembling. "This is revenge! It's absolutely revenge."

"revenge?"

Upon hearing those two words, Bellergas suddenly chuckled softly, a chill running through his voice.

"My men, if this is just retribution, then we should kneel down and thank humanity for its mercy."

He walked to the table, knocked out the burnt-out ash from the pipe, and refilled it with tobacco.

"This isn't revenge; it's a calculated move. Have you forgotten what those idiots did?"

Upon hearing this, everyone's expressions froze.

He recalled Elder Bellegas saying that some of the dwarven nobles were greedy and demanded more supplies from humans.

And humanity—

"Gentlemen, so that was a tactic of stabbing us in the heart in front of all of us—a strategy to destroy our spirit."

The dwarf society appears united, but the internal class barriers are incredibly rigid.

For a lowly person to climb up the social ladder is harder than ascending to heaven. This leads to a situation where, once someone manages to get promoted, they often go to great lengths to exploit those below them to make up for their past hardships.

Corruption at the top and greed at the middle, but due to the enormous external pressure to survive, this system can still function. The top eats the meat, but there will always be some soup left for the bottom.

But now, humans have arrived.

They don't follow the rules, or rather, they are using their own rules to override the dwarves' rules.

"Think about it," Bellergas's voice echoed softly, "The soldiers on the front lines fight bloody battles every day, but the equipment they receive may be the substandard items that the quartermaster has rejected, and most of their compensation will be deducted."

"Now humans are telling them directly that as long as they follow us, they will be immediately issued a full set of brand-new rune equipment, and three hot and sumptuous meals every day! If they are injured, they will receive the best treatment, and if they die in battle, the compensation will be sent directly to their families, without missing a single penny."

"They even included a huge amount of alcohol in their supplies! My God, do they conjure up all these supplies from the air?"

Bellergas couldn't help but chuckle again as he said this.

"What a clever and elaborate scheme! They're using enticement to lure the soldiers at the front, and even more psychological warfare to manipulate those in the rear. They've clearly got us cornered!"

When I visited today, I saw that the civilians around Tranquil Harbor who were receiving relief were eating food provided by humans.

Even after supplies arrived from the dwarves' side, the dwarves frequently traveled to the human side.

There's no way around it, human food is just too good.

Besides this, humans are also generous in other ways.

For example, if the road is blocked or other dwarf farmers are nearby, humans can provide the dwarfs with automatic farming tools and improve their seeds!

Humans, a loyal friend of the dwarves, were personally certified by the great ancestor Gazul.

The combination of multiple buffs is the ultimate weapon against dwarves.

The dwarves present all looked grim.

Humans do this because the dwarves falsify their bills!

When humans do this, the soldiers on the front lines have a much better impression of them.

Those clan lords who used to lord it over everyone will see their authority greatly diminished after experiencing these events.

When their food, equipment, and dignity are all given by humans, the dwarf kingdom should just be renamed the United Kingdom of Humans and Dwarves.

"What should we do?"

"I can already imagine how many old fellows in the councils of those great nobles in the capital are losing sleep over this matter."

Bellergas took a drag of his cigarette, a cruel pleasure gleaming in his eyes.

"Elder, then we—" a lieutenant began with difficulty, "We must stop them! Otherwise—otherwise the entire dwarf kingdom will be gradually corrupted by humans, and it might really have to change hands!"

"Prevent?"

Bellergas slowly shook his head. He walked to the window and looked at the dazzling lights of Tranquil Harbor, as if he could see a new flame burning brightly.

"No."

His voice was soft, yet carried an undeniable determination.

"What can we do to stop them? In fact, I think we should give them a push. You all know something about insects, right?"

The dwarves present fell silent!

They had expected Belgas to be furious, since the humans' actions had severely damaged the interests of the dwarven nobles and those who had already benefited from the system.

But what they didn't expect was that Elder Bellegas would support humans.

That's disloyal!

Unfortunately, Elder Bellegas held immense prestige within the army and would never change his mind because of his subordinates' suggestion.

But is that really the case?

While Belgas was trying to suppress the matter and deal with the internal insects, some dwarves had already taken action.

Tranquil Harbour, a slum filled with the stench of seafood and all sorts of filth.

Rotten Fish and several of his fellow workers carried cleaning tools and walked through the filthy path.

This is the most densely populated area of ​​dwarves. Before the arrival of humans, half of the total population of Quiet Harbor lived here.

The remaining dwarf population was distributed around Tranquil Harbor.

As humanity began constructing the new Tranquil Harbor and its corresponding military base, some environmental modifications to Tranquil Harbor started a couple of days ago.

When Rotten Fish and the others arrived with their things, they found that the streets were much cleaner than they had been in a day.

Meanwhile, many dwarfs endured the stench and filth, using tools and pedal-powered tricycles provided by humans to load all sorts of filth onto the vehicles and then transport them away one by one.

"It seems the news can no longer be kept secret."

"There's no way to hide it. Humans buy night-blooming jasmine and all sorts of filth at high prices. It's a physically demanding business, and there are bound to be plenty of people doing it."

The tranquil harbor has existed for a long time, but the dwarves' methods for dealing with sewage and garbage are still quite primitive.

They simply relied on the terrain and mountain slopes to discharge the filth into the sea from top to bottom.

Although dwarves possess many magical abilities and some extraordinary powers to cleanse filth, the traces of years of life have caused the stench to become increasingly strong the further downstream from the tranquil port into densely populated areas.

When humans scouted the area, they discovered a large quantity of organic fertilizer. In addition to contacting the dwarven governor of Tranquil Harbor to build a comprehensive sewage treatment system, they also began to purchase night-blooming jasmine and other plants at high prices.

Humans are a farming and warlike race. The city where hundreds of thousands of dwarves lived accumulated organic fertilizer over many years, resulting in an enormous amount of organic matter.

Humans can collect these things and use them to create fertilizer or extract industrial elements; they can do all sorts of creative things with them.

Wearing the isolation mask given to him by humans, Rotten Fish shouted to his companions, "Tonight we're changing our plans! We'll fill ten trucks with filth and take them to the human camp to exchange for something!"

"good!"

"Also, Giant, go and tell Lapp and Auntie to come over too."

"Huh? This—but!"

Lap is a distant elder of Rotten Fish, and they have many conflicts.

"That little grudge won't stop us from making money. Since we're the ones doing the moving anyway, why not let our neighbors do it?"

Kevin Durant, Durant's close friend and buddy, immediately said, "Okay, I'll go get them to come over here!"

"Um!"

Rotten Fish and his coworkers began to speed up the process of dealing with the accumulated filth.

These things are the source of the stench because the place has been neglected for years, many of the sewer pipes are broken, and the dwarf nobles don't spend money to repair them, so all sorts of things have long since overflowed.

Organizing these things is a terrible experience.

But these things have incredibly high recycling prices.

Rotten Fish and his companions have never been wealthy, and they also have a hardworking and simple value system.

If I work harder, I can save more money in the future and then find a wife.

Everyone was very enthusiastic.

However, accidents always happen when people don't want them to.

Just as they had loaded several truckloads of manure and were about to leave, Durant, who had left earlier, was driven back with a bruised and swollen face.

"Rotten fish, this is bad! Those guys have captured Lap and the others."

"What?"

"What happened?"

"It was Master Jet Sawyer, the blacksmith. Those blacksmith masters said that Lapp and his children didn't go to work at the blacksmith's shop and were considered miners. According to the agreement, they were arrested and taken back, and they were to be beaten fifty times."

"Fifty strokes of the cane?"

Is this some kind of attempt to kill someone?

Although Lapp is related to Rotten Fish, he's a snobbish jerk. Just because he's about to be promoted to blacksmith, he often bullies his fellow blacksmiths.

Meanwhile, none of the guys on the street liked him.

However, Lapp, who is only eight years old, is very endearing.

Lapp's child is only eight years old this year. She is a dwarf girl, and in the eyes of dwarves, she is a beautiful girl in the making!

Blacksmith Jett Sawyer, on the other hand, was a notorious lecher. He had a terrible reputation among the dwarves.

"Let's go, grab our weapons, and show them some strength!"

After Gaizul saved everyone, the Rotten Fish's attitude towards the dwarf lords, who were originally terrified of them and would avoid them at all costs, changed.

The previous timidity and yearning to become like them has been replaced by a mindset of "it's nothing special."

In addition, these days, while humans have been working, they have been teaching the dwarves about things like oppression and all sorts of other issues.

Anyway, in the ten-odd days I've spent here at Rotten Fish, my personal knowledge has improved a lot.

There were many things I was confused about and didn't understand before, but now I understand a lot of them.

There's nothing to be afraid of regarding those powerful and wealthy gentlemen.

Two eyes, one mouth, if you get hit by a bullet, you'll bleed and scream!

When the group arrived with their weapons, they happened to see some dwarf nobles' lackeys beating and kicking a dwarf.

Meanwhile, their neighbor, the beautiful but wicked girl, was being held in that guy's arms, laughing heartily.

"Lapp, don't blame me. Some important people wanted me to take the initiative and make an example of them. Blame yourself for daring to ask me for a raise today!"

"Lapp, your girl is wonderful. For your future father-in-law's sake, you'll live. But you must always remember who's in charge."

As Jett Sawyer spoke to Lapp, he also addressed the dwarves who had gathered nearby: "Gentlemen, some nobles are very unhappy about you secretly quitting your jobs and turning to the humans."

Jet Sawyer, the blacksmith, with his enormous belly protruding, was spitting as he spoke.

"We must protect the honor of the dwarves! We cannot allow those cunning humans to divide us!"

In the crowd, a thin, dwarf muttered to himself.

"But we'll go hungry—and our great ancestors have given us divine instructions to work for humanity!"

"You're all fools! It's better to starve than to be devoured by those cruel humans!" Jett Sawyer glared at him. "How could you fools possibly understand the oracle of the great ancestor Gaizul? It's all a human conspiracy!"

In the crowd, a bold dwarf couldn't help but retort, "Lord Jett Sawyer, our ancestors have personally issued a divine decree. We can eat our fill and earn money by helping humans, so why don't we do it?"

Snapped!

A crisp sound.

Blacksmith Jett Sawyer slapped the dwarf who had spoken, knocking him to the ground and drawing blood from his mouth.

"Fools! Trash! They've all sided with humans, so who will forge our weapons? Who will protect us? We must unite as one and show them our might!"

The crowd fell silent for a moment.

Suddenly, a suppressed angry voice emerged from somewhere.

"That sounds nice, but they just want to continue exploiting us!"

"Who?!" Jett Sawyer's expression changed drastically, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on. He shouted angrily, "Who said that? Get out here right now!"

"You are vampires!"

"Give me back my brother's wages!"

"Kill these noble lackeys!"

Once there's a first one, there's a second, and a third.

Angri curses and shouts rang out from all directions of the crowd, one after another.

Jett Sawyer and his henchmen looked around, their faces flushed, but they couldn't find their leader at all.

Rotten Fish and Durant mingled in the crowd, quietly bending down to pick up stones and trash from the ground.

Whoosh!

A muddy stone suddenly flew out from behind the crowd and hit one of Jett Sawyer's lackeys squarely on the forehead.

The lackey cried out "Ouch!" and squatted down, clutching his head.

This was like igniting a powder keg.

Rotten Fish and Durant seized the opportunity to throw what they were holding away with all their might.

Stones, rotten wood, and even hard, black bread thrown out by who-knows-where, rained down on Jett Sawyer and his group.

Although these guys were carrying weapons, they weren't wearing armor at all, and they didn't dare to use firearms against the dark mass of people, as that would only incite a complete uprising!

"Get out!"

"Get out!"

Someone shouted first, and then all the dwarves in the street roared in response, the sound growing louder and louder.

Blacksmith Jett Sawyer had never seen anything like this before. He turned pale with fright and fled in a sorry state, scrambling and crawling under the protection of his henchmen.

As for Lapp, who was beaten half to death, and his daughter who was terrified, they had long been abandoned on the spot like trash.

Jett Sawyer and his men ran for several blocks before daring to stop and catch their breath.

"Damn scoundrels! They've rebelled, they've all rebelled!" A lackey cursed angrily, clutching his bleeding forehead.

"There's a leader! Damn, there are too many people, those guys are hiding in the crowd, we can't find them at all!"

"Keep the change, please."

A cold voice sounded behind them.

"Who goes there?!"

Jett Sawyer and the others shuddered and turned sharply to draw their weapons.

Their reaction was quick, but the attackers were even faster.

Whoosh!

A bucket of sticky, foul-smelling stuff rained down from above, drenching Jett Sawyer from head to toe. That familiar stench was from the night-blooming jasmine they had always looked down upon!

"Pah! Pah! Pah!"

Before they could recover from the stench, several large bags of pungent lime powder were thrown in their faces, instantly causing tears and snot to stream down their faces, and they could see nothing at all.

Immediately afterwards, several heavy fishing nets were placed over their heads.

The dwarves who had just been so domineering were now caught in a net, tripped up and struggling on the ground.

Rotten Fish, carrying a rusty pickaxe, led a dozen or so brothers out of the dark alley.

"Dry!"

No unnecessary words.

A few minutes later, the alley returned to calm, leaving only the strong smell of blood and the lingering stench.

Jett Sawyer and all his henchmen had their heads neatly chopped off.

Durant looked at the corpses scattered on the ground, his hands still trembling slightly: "Rotten fish, why did you kill them! What are we going to do now?"

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Rotten Fish stared at Jett Sawyer's unseeing head, those terrified and obese eyes still seeming to question him.

He was silent for a moment, then picked up a sack and threw the heads into it one by one.

"Let's go, let's deliver a big gift to the rich neighborhood."

The next day, just as dawn was breaking.

The dwarven guards on patrol were yawning as they walked along the main road of the wealthy district when suddenly, the captain in charge stopped and pointed ahead in alarm.

Nine sharpened wooden stakes were erected in the middle of the road.

On each of the wooden stakes hung a bloody dwarf's head.

A morning breeze blew by, causing the hair on the head to sway slightly, as if telling a story to the entire tranquil harbor.

On the wooden plaque beneath the nine heads, a line of large characters was written crookedly in a liquid mixed with charcoal ash and blood.

Anyone who tries to exploit us again will suffer the same fate.

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