“This… indeed.”
Jiang Han looked in the direction where Aaron disappeared, his heart filled with mixed feelings.
This was more than just bearing too much.
It was ridiculously awesome!
He could almost imagine the scene: Aaron, meticulously dressed, excitedly knocking on the dwarves' door like a grub.
Thinking that with this attire, they might show some respect, even if not for the monk, then for the Buddha; even if they didn't like humans, they couldn't dislike rice, right?
Maybe they'd be so happy that they'd be willing to negotiate?
Then the dwarves would say with profound eyes to name his conditions, and Aaron would excitedly say that as long as he could rebuild Windleaf City, he'd do anything, and then excitedly start taking off his clothes.
The dwarves would say not to take them off, they just wanted the rice.
And then a deal would be completed in twists and turns.
But the reality was that Aaron's explosive brain circuit failed to win the dwarves' favor, and all his sacrifices were meaningless, and he was unsurprisingly kicked out.
Jiang Han couldn't quite imagine Aaron's mental state at the time, but it probably wasn't normal.
Just looking at his back, he could tell that the desolation in the setting sun was his lost integrity.
City Lord, why did you do this?!
Jiang Han sighed inwardly, thinking that as expected of the City Lord of Windleaf City, he had never seen such an explosive brain circuit in his two lifetimes.
Andersen wouldn't dare to write it like this!
“I understand.”
Jiang Han nodded to the silver-armored guard and then pushed open the door.
“Again?!”
“Are you done yet?”
“I told you, if you dare to come again, I won't be polite, even if you are Night Frost's friend, I will beat you!”
“Get out…”
Before he could speak, Sol's full-bodied voice rang out.
The wind howled, and a dwarven figure picked up a hammer and rushed towards the door with a fierce aura.
“Sol, it's me.”
Jiang Han said calmly.
“Ah? Night Frost, it's you?”
Sol paused with his hands wielding the hammer, his whole person frozen in place, “I thought it was that clueless Aaron, sorry, sorry.”
“It's okay.”
Jiang Han didn't mind and walked in.
Judging from Sol's level of anger, Aaron had been here a lot in the past two days.
“You're back so soon, did you find the Temple of Vulcan?” Sol put away his hammer and asked curiously.
Jiang Han nodded, “Of course, not only did I find it, but I also went to the Temple of Vulcan.”
“What?”
Sol's eyes widened, filled with disbelief, “You actually went in? Then did you receive the guidance of Lord Vulcan?”
“Can… can we finally return to the Temple of Vulcan?”
Sol's voice began to tremble, he looked at Jiang Han with extreme desire, hoping to get a definite answer.
“This… no.”
However, Jiang Han just shook his head calmly, “I'm very sorry Sol, you may… never be able to go back?”
“Why… why?” Sol was stunned, never expecting to get such an answer.
“Because the Temple of Vulcan has been destroyed.”
Jiang Han sighed softly, having experienced such a terrifying battle, even the entire world collapsed, let alone the Temple of Vulcan?
“Destroyed? Impossible! Absolutely impossible!”
Sol exclaimed in shock, “The temple carries the power of Lord Vulcan, with Lord Vulcan's supreme power, the temple cannot be destroyed!”
“Even that terrifying creature couldn't do it, and when our ancestors went in, that terrifying creature was no longer able to attack, how could the Temple of Vulcan be destroyed?”
“You must be joking, right?”
Looking at Sol's intense reaction, Jiang Han sighed softly in his heart.
He also understood how important the Vulcan, as a belief, was to the dwarves.
Waiting for thousands of years, hiding in that dark and sunless forest, even eating ore for a living, living such a miserable and long life, just hoping for the guidance of the gods.
In the end, they got such an answer.
No one could remain calm if they were in such a situation.
Moreover, Jiang Han knew very well that Vulcan simply didn't care about the life or death of the dwarves.
How could he possibly give guidance?
It could be said that the dwarves' waiting was doomed to be a tragedy from the beginning.
If Jiang Han hadn't killed the two major lord-level aberrant BOSSes in Windleaf City, prematurely ending the aberrant invasion, and causing the butterfly of fate to flap its wings.
Then the fate of this race would have been destined to perish in a long wait.
“I'm not joking.”
Jiang Han took out the [Staff of Hephaestus], “This staff is what I found in the Temple of Vulcan.”
“Sol, I understand your feelings, but you really can't go back.”
“This, this, this…”
However, to Jiang Han's surprise.
The next moment, Sol's pupils suddenly shrank, and then he pounced on the staff in Jiang Han's hand like crazy, the previous loss and hysteria disappearing without a trace.
“Lord Vulcan's staff has actually appeared in your hands, and you still say you haven't received Lord Vulcan's guidance, haha… hahahaha…”
Sol looked at the staff and laughed heartily, “I said, I said Lord Vulcan didn't deceive us, he would send an envoy to guide us!”
“Envoy?”
Jiang Han was stunned.
Looking at this reaction, Sol seemed to have misunderstood something…
“That's right!”
Sol nodded with a serious expression, “Our ancestors said that the staff is Vulcan's most important thing, if you weren't an envoy, how would you get this thing, needless to say, you are the envoy sent by Lord Vulcan.”
“And…”
Sol sniffed, “I clearly smelled Lord Vulcan's aura on you.”
“Respected envoy, please don't joke, tell me, what guidance did Lord Vulcan give?”
Hmm…
Jiang Han couldn't help but fall into deep thought, thinking that Vulcan, that melon-headed kid, was already dead, where would there be any guidance?
If he had to say something, wouldn't “Ah” before death count? It sounded quite miserable…
But of course, these words could not be said.
Jiang Han pondered for a moment and said, “If you want to talk about guidance, there is indeed some.”
“What?”
Sol widened his Kazilan big eyes, like a student waiting for the school bell to ring, full of hope.
Jiang Han shamelessly fabricated: “Listen to the envoy's words.”
“Of course.” Sol nodded like a chick pecking at rice, “You don't even need to say that, we will abide by it. What else?”
“Nothing else.” Jiang Han spread his hands.
Sol pondered for a moment, and then praised, “I didn't expect Lord Vulcan to trust Night Frost so much, no wonder he would entrust such an important staff to you, it seems he believes you will lead us to the light.”
“That's natural.”
Jiang Han nodded with a smile.
Although these words were all fabricated by him, with the purpose of tricking the dwarves into making equipment for him.
But truthfully speaking, compared to blindly believing in a god who doesn't care about them, and then hiding in a dark corner to die, this choice is much better.
So, although it was a bit immoral to do so, Jiang Han didn't have much guilt in his heart.
“Then, sir, what should we do next?” Sol's tone was much more respectful than before.
After all, in his eyes, this young man was already representing the will of Lord Vulcan!
“That's simple.”
Jiang Han, the great "Vulcan's Envoy," smiled and issued the first guidance: “Stay in Windleaf City and do the craftsmanship passed down from your ancestors.”
