A Treacherous Courtier Manages the Empire Well

34 – Dwarven Persuasion

The chieftain Kara Ham Longbeard and the various tribal leaders under his command were gathered around a wooden table, tearing into piles of grilled meat and downing beer as they exchanged stories.

“Today’s iron production was great, so I’m in a good mood!”

“The heat of the magma today was fantastic! Chieftain! hahahaha! The iron made a really good sound!”

“That’s fantastic! hahahahaha!”

Selene and I could only become spectators to this spectacle, while Karia naturally inserted herself into the beer party that she claimed was a tribal leader meeting, engaging in jokes and conversations.

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Selene and I blinked our eyes, watching the scene unfold.

For a long while, the conversation remained trivial.

“How was the iron production?”

“The heat of the magma today was great.”

“The beer tastes really good.”

“I heard a baby was born in someone’s household, etc.”

The Dwarves continued their beer-fueled conversation, occasionally becoming more coarse as they emptied about seven glasses each.

“Hey, you damn bastards.”

Suddenly, Chieftain Kara Ham Longbeard began spewing out curses with a bright red face.

Selene and I were shocked by the vulgar words.

Surprisingly, this marked the start of a Dwarven tribal leader meeting.

“The Princess and the Marquis are telling us damn well to go to our smelting plant and work. They’re giving us big, efficient machines made from high-purity magic stones and enough money to fill a beer barrel. They’re even saying they’ll build a magnificent village for us. You damned bastards. What do you say? Are you going?”

In response, the tribal leaders began spewing curses just like him.

“Oh, f*ck off!!! It’ll be impossible to properly smelt without the heat of the magma!! We settled in this damn cold place among so many lands just because there’s magma here! You pieces of sh*t!!”

“That’s right!! It’ll be impossible to properly smelt without the heat of the magma! f*cking bastards. The fires of the smelters made by humans are as weak as rat dicks, making it hard to properly melt the iron!!”

“And we don’t even know how hot the flames made from those high-purity magic stones are!! We’re not going!!!”

Surprisingly, curses, shouts, and vulgar laughter filled the air as the Dwarves engaged in their meeting.

And the overall atmosphere was leaning towards not going.

Selene and I were left dumbfounded by this unprecedented vulgar meeting, unable to adapt, while the meeting seemed to be leaning towards a complete refusal.

And at that moment.

“You damn pathetic pieces of sh*t. And you call yourselves craftsmen?”

Similarly, Karia, with a face turned red after emptying seven glasses of beer, slammed her glass on the table, shattering it, and began speaking amid expletives.