Farming in a Parallel World and Becoming a God-Chapter 1278 - 692: The Exiled Dwarf Kingdom_3

"We need a liaison, and Miss Goser will carry out a series of commercial activities on this side of the Komeer Kingdom. Some commercial operations that are unsuitable for us to handle directly are best entrusted to her." Gaven naturally had his reasons for bringing Miss Goser along.

"The General truly acts with foresight, just as the legends say. You are indeed worthy of being the Chosen of Lady Strategy." Giharin said no more, for after so many years of wandering and displacement, he was deeply aware of the many inconveniences his sensitive identity brought.

Although the Komeer Kingdom allowed them to settle within its borders, it remained vigilant against them. At the very least, it prohibited them from establishing their family estates within Arabey City and did not allow them to retain significant armed forces. In the shadows, countless War Mages were always watching them.

It was certain that Gaven’s visit had already been delivered as urgent intelligence to King Yasan’s desk.

After all, they had once been a kingdom, not just an ordinary organizational force, and naturally received fundamentally different treatment.

One might say that Giharin represented the remnants of a fading, old kingdom’s power.

In contrast, the young man before him represented a rising, vibrant, and dynamic new force.

As the new and the old began to interact, it wasn’t just Giharin who felt a chill in his heart. The competitors of those Conquerors in the Rocklands were likely starting to feel uneasy as well.

Dwarves were renowned for not only their stubbornness but also their forthrightness. They didn’t care about polite restraints. If you said you didn’t need something, they would take it at face value and wouldn’t offer a second time.

Giharin was no different. He directly led Gaven and Miss Goser to the inner depths of the estate’s fortress, into the underground main hall. After they were seated, the Wandering Dwarf King stroked his white beard and said, "Before we begin formally, I’d like to see the General’s Fine Gold Art."

"Of course!" Gaven responded cheerfully.

Giharin clapped his hands. "Come in!"

Three dwarves entered at the signal, each holding a set of gleaming golden armor. The sets were so similar that they looked as if they had been cast from the same mold, identical to the Combat Armor Gaven had acquired previously.

Pointing at the three sets of armor, the Wandering Dwarf King explained, "After receiving the General’s letter, I used the description of the Combat Armor’s features to craft these replica Fine Gold Alloy Armors. Unfortunately, I couldn’t reproduce every feature exactly as described. I suspect this is due to matters of faith. So I omitted some of the traits the General mentioned and focused on enhancing the material’s intrinsic qualities. This way, they better align with the Fine Gold Art you mentioned. Currently, they are only semi-finished products. To fully unlock their potential, I’ll need the expertise of your Fine Gold Art."

"You have put your heart into this, Clan Leader." A look of delight appeared on Gaven’s face. This was one of the purposes of his trip: to convert the valuable metals he had accumulated into useful armor. He hadn’t expected this Legendary Blacksmith to exceed his expectations, managing to replicate such pieces based solely on the partial details in his letter, even conducting material experiments without having seen the original Combat Armor.

Gaven also understood that this was a process of verifying his identity. He not only needed to prove himself as the supreme Commander of the Conqueror Army but also show he was the person communicating with Giharin. A mere self-introduction would not suffice to gain the other party’s trust.

"As I’ve mentioned, the Fine Gold Art is not my personal ability but rather a feature inherently tied to a weapon I possess. I’ll need to take this weapon out." Concerned that drawing the War Ravager abruptly might provoke unnecessary misunderstandings, Gaven offered this preemptive clarification.

"General, go ahead." The Wandering Dwarf King exuded an undeniable confidence. With just two people in his fortress, even if they were equipped with top-tier gear, they wouldn’t be able to stir up much trouble.

Gaven removed the War Ravager hanging as an ornament at his waist, manipulating it into a medium-sized Warhammer more suited to his grip.

"Moradin’s beard! A Divine Artifact! A High-Order Artifact!"

Giharin leaped to his feet with a look of utter disbelief, exclaiming in a sharp voice. freewёbnoνel.com

A High-Order Artifact?!

All eyes instantly focused on the Fine Gold Warhammer in Gaven’s hand. The shock and greed in their gazes were unmistakable. Any High-Order Artifact had the power to sway the outcome of an entire war. Many of Felen’s adventure legends revolved around High-Order Artifacts—either preventing their reassembly or stopping their immense power from being exploited by evil forces. Examples included Kelin Chip, also known as the Shattered Magic Crystal, and the Hickric Scripture being crafted by the God of Conspiracy Hesrick.

However, every known High-Order Artifact bore a renowned name, yet no one had ever heard of anything resembling this hammer.

But Giharin, as a Legendary Blacksmith, stood at the Mortal Peak in weapon craftsmanship. Even the Gods occasionally sought his advice and help for forging powerful, unique Magic Artifacts. He could not have been mistaken.

The Wandering Dwarf King couldn’t help but rub his broad hands together, somewhat awkwardly asking, "Could I borrow this weapon for a closer look?"

Upon seeing the weapon, Gaven’s identity was essentially confirmed. A person wielding a High-Order Artifact was unlikely to impersonate someone else. It also explained why Conqueror Gaven had risen so rapidly, achieving his current stature in less than a year.

"Be my guest." Gaven handed the War Ravager over without hesitation. This was precisely what he intended to do. The Fine Gold Art didn’t require the War Ravager to be wielded by him—it functioned just hanging by his side.

Such a move naturally had profound implications—not only to further prove his identity but also to demonstrate his strength. The stronger his perceived power, the smoother and more favorable the negotiations with these dwarves would be in the coming discussions.

A dwarf’s deep passion for weapons and equipment was the best leverage point.

"Bring water and sacred oil!" Giharin loudly ordered once again.