"Okay, you'll probably have a clear idea in your heart. Anyway, the same is true for other contestants, and there is no special advantage."

After saying what he wanted to give in, Tropp also said to Allen, telling him not to worry too much.

"Um."

Allen nodded, indicating that he understood.

After the above topic was almost done, the five people here had nothing to discuss.

After simply having breakfast, the group also separated.

Tropp took Alan and Renard to a place that had been booked before and customized the clothes needed for today's enclosure ceremony.

Delia and Kelly went to carry out the handover orders of the Ministry and contacted their former old friends.

Of course, more importantly, make corresponding preparations for today's big scene.

Tropp, Allen and Renard are not ordinary people.

Therefore, although I did not give my all, I just walked leisurely, and in a very short time I crossed half of the inner city of the imperial capital, and arrived at the entrance of a small shop dozens of kilometers away from the old house of Allen.

"Uncle Tropp, are you sure that the place we came to is right?"

Allen looked at the shop in front of him with a strange expression, as if he couldn't believe it.

"Yes, come in."

Although he did not look back at the expressions of Allen and Renard, Tropp could also guess the doubts on the two.

However, he just smiled and then took the two of them directly in.

Allen and Renard looked at each other, shrugged, and followed directly.

Pushing the door, a blazing air hits my face.

The originally cool spring breeze changed instantly, turning into a hot summer like a steamer.

A strong rust metal smell seemed to come from all directions, surrounding Allen and others, and trying hard to drill towards the mouths and noses of Allen, Renard and others.

Zheng!

A crisp sound of a knife like a mountain spring hitting a stone suddenly sounded, spreading in the void on both sides of the material world.

The next moment, the sharp sword force was like a breeze blowing on his face, without any great power.

But it was this simplicity that helped Allen get rid of the harsh environment around him.

Renard is similar to Allen. Although he seems indifferent, he actually doesn't know how many layers of protection he has added to himself.

The blazing fire burned, and a bit of blazing sparks burst out with the sound of steel hammers that were symbolized by the beauty of violence.

But if a guest walks in, it is definitely not the first thing that catches his eye.

But those dwarves who are much smaller but also stronger than ordinary people.

Yes, the one who brought Alan and the others to was not a high-end garment shop, but a dwarf-run casting shop.

It is precisely because of this that Allen had such doubts before.

After all, it is really incredible to buy clothes and other things in a casting shop famous for its weapons.

Alan and Renard, who followed Tropp, spoke silently and looked extremely calm.

But if someone pays close attention to the expressions of the two.

Then they would find that the moment Alan and Renard came in, there was a hint of surprise on their faces.

This kind of surprise is not because there are dwarves here.

After all, the Dwarf Empire came to the empire to establish diplomatic relations, and the first person to contact them was Allen and others stationed in the city of Gria!

So although Allen is very familiar with dwarves and other things, he is not as ruthless as a young boy who has never seen the world.

But the problem is that dwarves with extremely serious localization are really rare.

Allen and Renard looked at each other. After communicating with their souls, they confirmed that what they felt was nothing unusual.

These dwarves were not the ones who came to the Dawn Empire with the diplomatic mission of the Dwarf Empire.

Instead, a group of dwarves who had already arrived in the empire and lived for many years.

Some people may say that Alan and the others just came in and had never even communicated with these dwarves. How did they know that these dwarves have lived in the empire for many years?

Such a problem is not without reason.

But Alan and the others also have their own basis.

Although the dwarves in this casting shop are no different in race from the dwarves in the dwarves group I saw at the beginning.

But the temperaments of the two are very different.

Racial origin is destined by God, but a person's temperament changes according to his knowledge, cultivation and living environment.

A butcher who kills pigs will never be as gentle as a teacher.

And a passionate southern border is difficult to give birth to a strong and tough and rough style.

Allen has a very high level of spiritual cultivation, reaching the level of being clear to the gods, and Renard has a very profound research on the soul, and is one of the most numerous existences in the silver level.

When the two of them came to the same conclusion, it basically means that they are not far from the facts.

To be honest, looking at the extremely obvious empire citizen temperament in these dwarves.

Allen was afraid that when he opened his mouth, the other party would just sip the common word for the imperial capital.

That smell is too volatile.

For some reason, there is no electric light installed in this shop, but it is just illuminated by the fire of the fire.

The blazing sparks splashed, and curious eyes flashed in the beating fire, falling on Alan and Renard.

Allen could clearly sense that the masters of these eyes were not malicious, and some were just the most basic curiosity.

So, Allen's reaction was not fierce, and it could even be said to be very friendly.

He smiled kindly and nodded slightly to the master who looked at these eyes.

However, from the fact that these gaze masters just looked at him and Renard, he could also guess.

Tropp is probably very familiar with the owner of this store, and even often interacts with each other.

After walking through the scorching casting room, Allen and Renard followed Tropp and came to an extremely quiet and cold room.

"Wait a minute," Tropp turned around and said to the two of them.

Then, I walked directly into another passage.

Because the owner here did not speak, Tropp did not give them any advice.

So Alan and Renard did not sit down without permission. They just stood and looked at everything in the house.

This house is not small, but judging from the coffee table and sofa arranged therein, it is not the kind of room for the owner to rest, but a special reception room.

The placement in the house is extremely casual and has some inconspicuous meaning.

There are some extremely small and exquisite machinery placed on the surrounding wooden racks.

Instead of Alan's rough and bold impression of the first impression of the dwarf, he had an indescribable exquisiteness.

If you really want to compare, these things are more like the hands of elves who pursue beauty, rather than from the hands of dwarves who have always been known for their practicality and durability.

Da da da da da!

The undisguised sound of footsteps approached from the passage where Tropp had left, from far to near, from small to large.

Naturally, Allen and Renard gathered their gazes from this uniquely decorated reception room to the direction when Tropp left.

Soon, Tropp's familiar face appeared in front of Allen and Renard.

Of course, it's not just him.

Following him was a dwarf.

A dwarf who reached Tropp's chest.

Seeing this, Allen and Renard were surprised for a moment.

Such a height is naturally not a big deal for humans.

But for the dwarfs, they are already tall and mighty.

For dwarves, this level of height is basically equivalent to a two-meter tall man among humans.

How could this rare height not surprise Alan and Renard?

"Let me introduce this, Master Mitchelson Giles, a respectable elder who has lived in the empire for a hundred years."

Tropp took a step back with great humility and solemnly introduced Alan and Renard.

Upon hearing this, both Alan and Renard were shocked.

His face suddenly became awe-inspiring, and he bent down and saluted with great respect.

“Have met Master Mitchelson Giles.”
To be continued...