MTL - Dawn of the Grey Tower-Chapter 973 give me green hills
, the fastest update of Dawn of the Grey Tower! Rogro didn't let them wait too long. He returned to the room with a relatively relaxed expression on his face, which showed that the other party should meet Cheese's requirements. The lame drowned man sat down with difficulty, and after taking a sip of the liquid in his cup, he said slowly,
"There was a mountain, where there was originally a silver mine, and a dwarf tribe lived there for nearly three hundred years. But after the silver mine was exhausted, they left one after another. Now there is no owner there, and there is still plenty of supply in the mountain. The tunnel through which the serpent goes. You can get the title deed in a while if you think it's appropriate. The dwarves emptied everything when they left, but you don't care, do you?"
"You bought a mountain from a group of dwarves?" Cheese said with a little surprise, blinking. Even if he had some preparations from the remuneration the other party planned to pay just now, such a transaction made him feel unbelievable.
"To be precise, that mountain originally belonged to an ancient person. That is, the one who was defeated by you just now. Part of his property was confiscated, including this mountain. Well, to be precise, it is a main peak. As the main body, there are five mountain peaks connected together. The dwarves obtained the right of residence and mining from that person, and handed over the silver and gemstones they obtained as rent in proportion. From the results, the whole process was unusually harmonious. "
"The life expectancy of dwarves is generally between three hundred and five hundred years old, and it varies according to the specific ethnic group. The three-hundred-year lease contract is not something that will be forgotten for them. Both parties have a long life. Given the premise, the matter itself may be the same as renting a house for three years for humans. May I ask what the old man planned to do with the mountain before renting it to the dwarves?" Cheese Knocked on the table and asked.
"Well, I only have some guesses. Before the City of Ten Thousand Laws was built, the ancients had a lot of ideas about the location. There might have been an alternative, or it might have been a pre-prepared place for his mausoleum. You You know, they all attach great importance to the specifications at the time of death, and I heard that every ancient person is now using a part of their own resources to build mausoleums in all corners of the world."
From the previous conversations with the ancients, Cheese could really feel that the country they came from paid a lot of attention to funerals, or, in other words, to the construction of mausoleums. This is strange and not surprising. People, no, all intelligent creatures have strange feelings about life and death. Even if they live long like elves, they will have special rituals before natural death.
However, as a human civilization, it is somewhat unusual to be willing to devote such a large amount of energy and financial resources to the preparation of the mausoleum. No matter how rich the country is, the construction of the monarch's mausoleum should not be too extravagant every time. After all, what is put into the tomb cannot support living people.
But this is not unreasonable. The construction of such tombs is likely to be related to belief and magic. Judging from the fact that all the ancients are mages with extraordinary abilities, their tombs may indeed have some kind of magic. Plus, for ordinary people in their realm, these majestic tombs are enough in themselves as symbols of the ruler's theocracy, allowing them to worship members of that family as gods.
This is in line with the deformed physical characteristics of the ancients. The sacred family, the sacred blood, of course, will not frequently intermarry with the outside world, and inbreeding is inevitable. Genetic diseases and deformities. Some magics are indeed spread among special bloodlines, and outsiders cannot use them.
Maybe there is a chance to investigate which historical country the ancients' hometown is. If they can leave such a group of descendants, their former country cannot be unknown. Cheese nodded slightly, then looked at Rogro, "Sorry, I'm a little distracted. I'm afraid they are the only ones who can use the mountains as a pre-selected place so casually. The dragons can only be plundered by force, but the ancients It's unimaginable to be able to come up with a contract."
"Maybe just live long enough." Russell whispered. But the other two took his words as a joke. Simple longevity does not mean rich wealth.
Also take vampires and werewolves as examples. The older they get, the more withdrawn they tend to be, and it is difficult for them to accept new things. The concept of territory is not only for animals, but also for people. People are deeply attached to their own living area, just like the current Cheese is missing the Valley City. And to be able to continuously break through this limitation and use the whole world as his scope of activity, even the nomads who live from all over the world may not be able to do it.
"Perhaps. So what do you think? There are no large human settlements around these barren hills, only small villages built for trade when the dwarves were there. After the dwarves left, they disappeared soon, and it is estimated that even the country Neither can be called, and there is absolutely no need to consider its threat. But also because it is a land with no future for ordinary races, no resources, and no trade, UUkanshu www.uukanshu.com may never develop."
Rogro's implication is obvious, even he is implying that Cheese should not choose this reward for Black Snake. If castles and fiefs are seeds that need to be irrigated, then these lonely mountains are just empty flower pots.
"But for a monster in the eyes of the world, it's a perfect shelter. She doesn't have to worry about anything, nothing will threaten her, and she has nothing to threaten."
Cheese knows very well what kind of life Boffis has lived in the past few decades. In essence, the black snake doesn't like a too noisy life, she is used to being quiet. A piece of land that is broad enough and free from constraints is the best for her. When she gets really bored and leaves by herself, it has nothing to do with the current cheese. This is better for Black Snake than leaving her in an area destined to be stirred as a so-called divine beast.
The only question to ask now is whether Boffis thinks so. Cheese stretched out his left hand, revealing the little black snake coiled around his arm, "You heard it all, my suggestion is the latter."
"You decide. This is in exchange for your reward. I am very satisfied with leaving that prison. I have no expectations for what happens after that."
Cheese nodded silently, then said again, "Where are those mountains?"
In fact, it doesn't matter where those mountains are. If he wants to go, he can always get there quickly as long as he uses magic. Therefore, the gray robe became a little regretful when he opened his mouth, this is an unimportant question.
"I can tell you the exact location later. It is said to be on the west side of the northern grassland, where there is a mountainous area, and only dwarves and a small number of humans are distributed among the intelligent races."
"Okay, then you can prepare to ask the ancients for a contract. I don't need a castle, please give me the mountains."
