Chapter 64 Kingsguard
Just as the girl Leida said, this blacksmith shop is really easy to find.

This is not only the only dwarf-owned blacksmith shop in the east part of the city, it is the only blacksmith shop.

From a distance, Moon saw a dwarf hammering hard in front of a huge furnace.

He was clearly human, as he lacked the dwarf's signature beard.

He is also noticeably shorter.

Obviously, this is the old lion's illegitimate son.

I just wonder if by coincidence he will also be called Tyrion.

Morn paused slightly, remembering the famous character in Game of Thrones.

It seemed that he noticed the gaze behind him.

The man who was swinging the hammer looked back.

After seeing that it was a stranger, he turned around and continued to forge iron and said:

"I'm not a dwarf, just a damned dwarf. If you're here to discuss business, then I'm a qualified blacksmith. The same goes for the other people in this blacksmith shop."

"But if you are here to laugh, then laugh. Then get out of here when you've laughed enough, or my hammer will not be used to hit iron but to hit your head!"

He really is like a little devil.

It's not the appearance, but the temperament.

At least that's what Moon thought.

Moen smiled and said:
"I am not here to discuss business, nor to see a joke, sir, but to discuss something else."

"Then get out of here. This is a blacksmith shop. I'm just a blacksmith."

Moon was not angry. This was just a spike that a poor man had developed in order to protect himself during a long period of suffering.

"Sir, what I want to talk about is related to your mother."

For the first time the sound of hammers striking forged steel stopped.

The short man turned around, hammer in his hand, even though he was half a body shorter than Morn.

But Moon had no doubt that if he showed any verbal disrespect to his mother, his hammer would first break his legs and then smash his head.

Even Moon was sure that this was not the first time he had done this.

"You'd better say something nice, or I'll send you to hell to kiss ghost shit."

"I don't mean to insult your mother or you personally, but can we find a place to talk?"

"Why should I put aside my work and listen to your nonsense which is probably meaningless?"

After looking at Moon, the short man turned back and continued to forge his iron.

Listen to the regular knocking sound.

Moen thought for a moment and said:

"This is not only about your mother, but also about your father."

Moon is a pauper now, and the other party is the old lion's illegitimate son. Moon can't be too blunt in public.

"Go away, I'm not interested in listening to your nonsense."

The dwarf next to him also came over carrying a hammer bigger than his head and said:

"I don't know what you're doing here, long-legged man. But I know that Tilly boy doesn't want to pay any attention to you. Let's go."

Looking at the opponent's hammer, Moon said with a little surprise:
"Morse Hammer? Your ancestors were once the Kingsguard of King Durin? And this is the equipment of the second generation of the Kingsguard. It was only used for less than three years before being eliminated."

"Because even the dwarven Kingsguard felt that this style was too bulky. Although it was extremely powerful, bulky weapons were not suitable for use on a brutal battlefield."

This time the dwarves were all surprised.

It's not surprising that someone knows the Morse hammer, but it's rare to know the one he has. After all, this thing was only in service for three years before it was phased out.

"Yes, this was passed down to me by my ancestor. He was once a member of the King's Guard of His Majesty the King of Durin!"

What surprised the dwarf even more was that the long-legged man did this after he said this.

He actually took off his hat, put one hand on his chest, bowed slightly and said:
"Please allow me to express my gratitude for the bravery of your ancestors in the Valley of Death."

In the Battle of the Valley of Death, it was King Durin and all his Kingsguards who fought to the death and held off the attacking army of the Lost.

Because of this battle, Moon had the opportunity to turn defeat into victory.

But in that battle, all the Kingsguard except King Durin were killed.

In the end, King Turin personally sent away all the dwarf warriors who had turned into lost ones.

Moon didn't know how much torture it was for King Turin to kill his own people with his own hands that day.

But Moon knew that since he met the descendants of the warriors today, he should express his gratitude and respect.

There is no need for further verification. The only dwarf who would possess this type of Morse Hammer could be the descendant of the warriors who participated in the Battle of Death Valley.

This model was eliminated because it performed poorly in the Valley of Death and all its users died in battle.

The usually rough dwarf suddenly felt flattered at this moment.

He didn't quite understand why this happened, but he suddenly felt better.

After mumbling a few words, the dwarf said to Morn:

"I really don't understand why a long-legged person like you knows all this, but what are you thankful for? What is your relationship with us dwarves?"

Moon said seriously:
"Some things transcend time, sir."

The dwarf became more and more confused, but he also felt that this long-legged man was quite good.

Don't know why though.

But I unexpectedly felt that we were in love.

"Tilly boy, I think this guy is different from those bastards before. You should go talk to him. Our backyard happens to be empty."

"Give him a barrel of good wine. You know what I'm talking about and where it's kept."

Hearing this, the dwarf Tilly looked at Morn strangely, then put down the hammer and said:
"Since my boss has said so, then come over. But you are in for a treat, as I have only drunk the boss's wine once."

Moon quickly declined:

"My faith does not permit me to drink alcohol, I'm sorry, gentlemen."

"Haha, the beliefs of the long-legged people are really weird. They don't even allow drinking. How is that different from being dead?"

The dwarf was unhappy, but that was all.

Moon probably knew what wine he was talking about.

Moon remembered that the name of the wine was Luoluo wine, which was brewed using a kind of maggots.

It must also be brewed using maggots fed on dwarven feces.

It is the favorite and treasure of the dwarves. Only foreigners who are very pleasing to them can be invited by them to drink Luoluo wine.

Moon believed that this thing should be clean and hygienic, but Moon also believed that he would never be able to accept it.

Even Moon himself has a bottle of Rollo wine brewed by King Turin himself, which he now keeps in the vault of the headquarters of the Central Chamber of Commerce.

Fortunately, even the most stubborn dwarves know how to respect other people's beliefs.

Otherwise, whether it was back then or now, Moon would really be a little overwhelmed.

(End of this chapter)