CHAPTER 612, did you count as that little biscuit? (fourth update!)
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The black-clothed person had a deep understanding of how stubborn a dwarf was. He could make a human spell caster call him ‘sage’from the bottom of his heart.
But Frost axe... Frost Axe was not even willing to call him by his real name, let alone call him sage.
Frost Axe had always called him ‘long ears’in a way that the black-clothed person thought was slightly contemptuous, even though frost axe himself did not mean to belittle him.
Therefore, the difficulty of collecting the power of faith from the dwarves was as difficult as challenging the dragon guarding the holy tree in the black-robed man’s eyes!
However, someone did it. It was not just a dwarf, but all the dwarves in the underground city had fallen in love with a high elf.