----Estam was speaking to a dwarf who was very short even by dwarf standards and had an extremely long beard. The dwarf was a friend of his who was from a time when he wasn"t n.o.ble yet.
His daughter"s words brought to mind a memory of Estam had experienced in the past.
During this memory, the bearded dwarf in front of him had a close friend. this close friend of him used the same words as his daughter used in the horse carriage.
Estam remembered that his daughter used these same words. So this was why Estam remembered this dwarf.
What he knew more was that the dwarf opposite him was a mystic. At least he was a 2nd Star-Level mystic.
All mystics were known in all empires and cities as very important and respectable people.
If Estam could get help of the dwarf in front of him, maybe he"d save his daughter from getting into the hands of a pervert.
The dwarf frowned when he first saw Estam. Because he didn"t know exactly who he was. But with seeing his face, he set up a table outside the shop where he was found and started talking after bringing some alcohol drinks.
"Estam, my friend, what brought you here.
Estam smiled slightly, looking at his old dwarf friend"s face. It was bothering him. this man is dwarf person who normally he doesn"t care, now he came to him for just for asking help.
It was a little dishonorable to him. But there was nothing else you he could do.
"Lein the Dwarf, I"m here to ask for your help."
When the dwarf named Lein heard Estam"s words, he frowned slightly and spoke after taking a sip of his drink.
"What kind of help do you want?"
Estam knew that he get an answer like that. He spent a long time with the guy in the wilderness when they were young boys.
Lien could understand what he meant by his words and his face. That"s why he knew from estam"s way of asking the question that it was a big deal.
But Estam talked about everything in general because he didn"t have a choice. He talked about what he"s been through and what he needs.
All through the conversation, dwarf named Lein didn"t respond in any way. He just confirmed with his head every once in a while and kept drinking.
After an average of 20 minutes, Estam finished telling what happened. He began to look into Lein"s eyes hopefully.
Lein thought for a while and started talking after taking a deep breath.
"I can help you. But I have a request from you.
Lein"s words were quite confusing to Estam. But he was happier. If he could somehow take Lein"s help, he wouldn"t have to give his daughter Lema to the jerk named Hamad.
He opened his ears carefully and focused on the words that would come out of Lein"s mouth.
Lein spoke after nodding his head with approval.
"If you can find it, I want a sword. But I want this sword to look beautiful at the same time. If you find something that fits my teeth. I"ll help you.»
Estam took a deep breath when he heard these words. This request would have been easy if it came from a human. But it was a seriously difficult task. A dwarf who was both a dwarf and a blacksmith had a different understanding of the weapons of war.
A lot of guns that humans make they do not like them in any way. They saw fighting with fists in battle more honored than fighting a sword made by a man.
That"s why they made them blacksmith skilled. They were so obsessed with guns and blacksmithing that if a gun wasn"t what it liked, they"d rather fight and die with their fists than fight it with that gun.(Weapons)
That"s why Estam was quite uncomfortable.
Because he didn"t know who to go to about it. He didn"t know what kind of sword he had to find.
What kind of sword could convince the dwarf in front of him to help him? He had to do something about it.
Estam looked at Lien and after confirming it with his head, he started walking back in the city. He had a lot going on in his head.
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Meanwhile, Artic and his employees were sitting in the shop. A few people came to the store. But they said the whole thing was too expensive and they left the shop directly. But no one caused any incidents.
The reason for this was simple. If someone was ridiculous enough to make a scene in the store, their family had to be very strong. Or he had to be very strong. Because most of the people who owned shop owners in the city were rich people.
The normal civilian population and a few thugs couldn"t throw spoons with them. So it was the n.o.bles and the uneducated children of very wealthy families that made a scene. Of course, that didn"t mean the real dangers came from them.
Artic always liked to research this subject. He also knew how it works on political issues.
His favorite event in this regard was actually from a simple article.
How large n.o.bles or large organizations, even countries, controlled other small countries. Or rather, how could they make these people feel their sympathy?
Artic was once looking into it. The answer he found as a result of his research was quite simple.
« Magic word «Crisis»
Artic whispered to himself. And then he started singing to himself from within.
"In small countries, you will always create a crisis. Then you"ll come out as their savior. In this way, the people of small countries will love the big country that frees them from the crisis.»
Artic didn"t know why he was thinking about it in general. But he was going to try it somewhere here. After all, he was a philosopher at the beginning of everything. It was his duty to try such philosophies. He could even try it was his job.
Artic was thinking about all this when he was sitting on the counter of the store. The other thing he thought about was the cause of war called "Casus Belli"(Google it if you dont know it is meaning).
With a little thought, he found something about it. You"ll launch an attack inside your city in the name of the country you want to attack. Then you create a Spy Belli by saying that the citizen of this country attacked me.
In short, you do the attack yourself. Using this reason, you can appear to lead democracy and freedom to the other side. You"re seen as an organization trying to bring freedom out while the side you"re attacking will be seen as both aggressive barbaric people.
Artic loved this philosophy.