The reborn aristocrat is ambitious! "You've got pretty good status, give em to me"

Isaac and the others arrived at Alster.

The escort is 200.

Neither did Isaac think he was exaggerating to 20 Dwarf opponents.

This is because of the difference in equipment.

Dwarves have much better metallurgical techniques than humans.

Even armor of the same weight is more robust in Dwarf.

Besides, that's not all.

The Dwarves also have stronger muscle strength, so the armor also wears thicker objects than humans.

- Thick armor made with excellent technology.

That's not easy to pierce with a human weapon.

In order to target or seize a gap in armor, it was necessary for humans to strike against one Dwarf for five.

I wish I had a Dwarf weapon, but a lot of it was consumed in the war 200 years ago.

The remaining objects were collected by noblemen and merchants as works of art.

It has to be compensated by numbers, for being inferior in gear.

I was anxious to simply take five times as many as 100 people, so it meant taking twice as many as 200 people.

Still, I was anxious to see what would happen when it was actually a fight.

Viscount Maxwell had pushed the Dwarves into the hotel to keep them out of sight.

Leaving it there just spreads confusion.

Although the response is to "lid the smelly object for now", the objective of reducing confusion has been achieved.

Viscount Maxwell waited in front of the Mansion as the foretaste of Randolph's line arrived.

He looked at Randolph with a kind of "savior who will solve this emergency" look.

"Dear Randolph, I've been waiting for you"

"Thank you, Viscount Maxwell. Get the dwarves. Let me know what's going on before they get here."

"Yes, I did. You must be tired, go inside."

Viscount Maxwell will guide Randolph immediately.

Isaac follows suit.

As soon as we got to a room as large as the conference room, tea was served.

Randolph takes a sip and cuts out the story.

"So, what's going on?

"They are a strain of 'Bring the guy who started the deal with the elves'. There seemed to be something to talk about, but I couldn't get to the point. In the meantime, I'm letting you stay at the hotel and be free..."

"Don't you see if we don't actually talk about it? That's troublesome."

Randolph looks at Isaac.

Isaac's the one who started the deal.

I was worried that the Dwarves would be furious and cause no harm.

"If you were going to do harm, you'd be rambling around without question. I'm telling you to get the person responsible out because we want to settle this in a discussion. I'm sure you'll be fine."

Isaac, who noticed his father's worrying gaze, tells him to rest.

But this was what Isaac himself wanted to believe.

Whatever you say, you're what they're after yourself.

I was deriving this idea from my desire to think I was safe.

Said Randolph looks anxious.

"I hope so...... Look, just remember this. If you have to, run to the point where the soldiers are waiting."

"Yes."

Isaac is the most dangerous.

Depending on the flow of the story, he was told in advance that he might be targeted for his life, so he could "run away if it becomes dangerous".

That's all, I was on guard about this one.

Serious air flows.

"It's okay. A lot of rough people, but all of a sudden I'm gonna kill them. I don't think anybody like that. Isaac is more dangerous."

Bridget blew that heavy air in one word.

In her, Isaac was so much more savage that he killed his compatriot - and his real brother as well.

I have to be vigilant, as much as I think the Dwarves are.

That's not true.

"I do."

Isaac denies it and Bridget denies it further.

Such exchanges are repeated several times, and Claude tries to change the story.

"I'm not as temperamental as Bridget says. It's important to note that when booze comes in, it's quicker to fight."

To the words, Viscount Maxwell blues his face.

"There's been a report that you're drinking quite a bit at the hotel..."

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- Can an elf interacting with Dwarf do something about it?

Claude was slightly distracted from Viscount Maxwell's gaze with a glimmering eye.

Claude's story, which he tried to reassure, ended up only stirring up more anxiety.

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"I wonder if you're in charge!

As soon as Dwarf entered the conference room, he ate at Randolph's.

Because I assumed I was a delegate because I was most in good standing.

My breath stinks of alcohol, even to Isaac sitting next to Randolph.

Dwarves came all twenty.

We also have twenty knights on this side, so the room feels cramped and I can't breathe.

No, it's me.

Isaac raises one hand to name himself.

An elderly Dwarf laughs with his nose at it like a representative.

"Liar! What authority does a kid like you have!

Natural question.

And Isaac answered.

"I was also acting as Lord (...)"

"There's no way a kid like you could be entrusted with an important position!

Isaac relaxes and talks.

"Your father was falling ill..."

"Ugh."

"Oh man..."

From their point of view, Isaac's story nowadays can be received as "a child who tried to replace his father as young as he was healthy because his father fell ill".

An older dwarf called "Oy," is stuck in words, and a younger dwarf at the bottom wanders.

So Randolph tried to say hello first.

"Nice to meet you. I'm Randolph, Isaac's father. We represent the Lord in the Marquis of Wellrod."

"How are you!

Dwarf Twenty total scratches go in.

That would be the case, too.

Now the story goes, "Weren't you falling ill?" It's natural to think so.

"You lied to me?" and a harsh gaze is directed at Isaac.

The person at the time had a grand attitude.

"I was acting as lord, I just said. I'm not saying I still do."

"What, you kid? I'm so angry."

I'm not lying.

But if you listen to me, I'm not convinced.

My face becomes red with anger.

"Mr. Wolfe, please calm down"

Claude tries to calm down an older Dwarf.

He looks familiar, apparently.

But Dwarf, known as Wolf, also seemed dissatisfied with Claude.

Change the spearhead of anger.

"Ugh! Claude, I'm so sorry! You snobbery little human! You've ruined the relationship between Dwarf and Elf for 200 years! What have we been dating?

Now I know that I am dissatisfied with the elves.

I don't know why any more than that unless I listen to you.

Isaac tries to move on, trying to ask why first.

"Well, well, Mr. Wolfe. Can you tell us why you're here first?"

"You don't have the muscle to call me Wolf! Call me Wolfgang!

"Excuse me, Mr. Wolfgang. My name is Isaac Welrod. Why don't we sit down and talk first? You don't even know what the problem is, nothing goes on."

"Hmm."

Wolfgang sits in front of Isaac with an expression that does not hide his dissatisfaction.

The other Dwarves stand on the wall with their weapons.

I guess I keep my back on the wall and prepare for accidental strikes.

"We're here about the elves. They took our customers, so this one's up for business. Return the guests!

(I see. Is that what this is about?)

- Aren't you angry because you've taken away our guests?

This is what I came up with when I got the report that Dwarf was here.

Reasons are within expectations.

The problem is why you are armed.

"Then why are you so armed? You wouldn't need a weapon to discuss it, would you?

The question was asked by Randolph.

Because he was also wondering why he had been fully armed.

Thicker armor than what the knight is wearing.

A battle axe that seems to use the method of tapping off every armor.

A perfect mace to say a giant hammer.

A sword or spear does not inflict fatal injuries on a full-plate knight opponent.

The strong willingness to kill "I'll smash you to the mercy of every armor" was felt from the equipment.

Whatever you think is unnecessary for discussion.

Wolfgang grins viciously.

"It will be decided to kill more of you than one. If we keep this up, we'll eat up. If I'm going to live seriously, I'm going to take the culprit with me one last time."

"Yes, yes," the other Dwarves concur.

The human side blues his face for this.

Fully armed dwarves and other troublesome beings.

That throws my life away and strikes me.

It was a nightmare event.

"But isn't that a bad outfit?

"Oh my God!

Isaac gathers a gaze with twenty murderous intentions.

"Because you hit badly in business, you're just hitting eight, right? Did you make an effort to get the guests back before you gave them back to us?

"Naturally! We have the best quality products available. The only reason the elves don't come back is because you humans did a cowardly imitation!

Isaac exhales.

That irritates Wolfgang.

"Viscount Maxwell. May I have the knife or pan you're using in this mansion?

Suddenly, Viscount Maxwell, told the story, gets upset.

But there's no reason to say no.

"Hey, let him bring it right away"

I ordered my servant to bring knives and pans.

Isaac then turns his gaze to Claude.

"What position is Mr. Wolfgang in?

I could have heard it from him, but it was a decision that Claude would be better able to hear a decent story than a Wolfgang in an excited state.

"He is the parent of a Wolfgang workshop in Saltstadt, the city of Dwarf, on the south side of Mount Salt, which deals primarily with elf opponents. To the best of my knowledge, the fur I bought was processed and sold to other workshops. You were at the Wolfgang Workshop unloading drugs."

"We're going to buy a lot less, we're going to sell a lot less. That's annoying. Don't you elves have benevolence that you've been dating for years?"

Wolfgang is disgruntled Taratara.

After all, he seems dissatisfied with the fact that the elves he's known for years have started doing business with humans.

But this is a Dwarf side claim.

To the best of Isaac's knowledge, there was also dissatisfaction with Dwarf on the elf side.

I tried to mouth that, and Bridget opened her mouth earlier.

"'Cause Saltstadt's not far. I've been there before, but I've been walking for over ten days with two weeks worth of food and enough fur to sell. I'm going home with salt and iron products. That's pretty tiring. If there's a store nearby, it's not natural to go that way."

"Oh my God! You're saying humans are better than our products!

"I'm not. I'm saying it's far away."

"If you want to buy something good, you can take a little time."

Wolfgang isn't convinced by Bridget's story either.

I didn't even try to admit it willingly.

"Thank you for waiting"

There, the servants bring knives and such.

Around ten knives alone put on the tray, the pan brought not just one hand pan, but even a dimensional torso pan.

(Speaking of which, you didn't say just one at a time)

"In the meantime, I've brought just one," I guess.

The misery of a servant who was told to bring it and didn't know how much to take seems clear.

"Show Mr. Wolfgang."

A servant approaches Wolfgang.

And I offered him a tray for easy viewing.

Wolfgang laughs with his nose as he glances at the knife.

"I don't even have to take it. What do you want me to do, show you what an apprentice like this made?

Only skilled craftsmen seem to have identified quality at first glance.

Isaac moves on because he's had a look at what human beings have made.

"Even that knife cuts meat and vegetables. The pan is also enough to make soup or boil something. Even if you don't use high quality dwarves, they are cheap and of such quality. Of course, everyone would choose Dwarf items for life-threatening weapons and protective equipment, but cookware would suffice for human objects. And..."

"And?"

"We are sending craftsmen to the village of Elves. It's to make you repair tools that you can use if you fix them. Indeed, Dwarf may have been the only dealer for the Elves for two hundred years. But I said," If you want a product, I'll sell it to you. If you want me to fix it, bring it to you, 'don't you think they were turning that way sooner or later, regardless of human involvement? We're building a nearby exchange so the elves can buy it. "

"Certainly convenient over there. It made it easier for me to go get what I needed in a little walk."

"Grungy"

Bridget endorses Isaac's words.

And Claude is watching the situation now with a harrowing look on his face.

Sure, life has become more convenient, but I still can't go down with the Dwarves for years.

If they say, "Don't leave us out of business with ourselves," I'd really care if it was inconvenient.

Besides, dealing with humans doesn't always work.

If Bridget's attitude causes him to say, "I will never trade elves again," the whole elf will be in trouble.

Claude thought it would be a bad idea to stimulate Wolfgang too much and was desperate to figure it out.

"So you're asking me to dig salt for the rest of my life because we can't sell our products? I'm not kidding! I'm so sorry I can't even make things!

Wolfgang grips the battle axe and stands up.

As Randolph and Claude and the others blued, Isaac dealt calmly with one.

"Oh no, you didn't say that. Mr. Wolfgang, what are we?

Isaac pointed his fingers in turn at himself, Randolph and Viscount Maxwell.

"I'm sure he's human."

What do you know?

Wolfgang said so. He looked like that.

"Yes, it's human. Mr Wolfgang, you are a man of such courage that you are ready to step into the realm of man and give up your life. So why don't you take one more step?

"The way you talk is revolving and frustrating. What are you trying to say? Say it clearly!"

"Would you like to trade with a human? That will solve all the problems."

My problem, too.

The Dwarves weren't the only ones surprised.

Randolph and the others. Humans, Claude and Bridget were all surprised by Isaac's suggestion.

In the meantime, only one Isaac was smiling.