Chapter 134: Spur Gear

In the eyes of the elders of Karak-Azgalaz, Snorri's behavior was undoubtedly conveying the following meaning:

"I, Snorri Thorsson, am the Chosen of the Goddess, son of the High King, apprentice to Krag Master, and a member of the Drazkrad Clan that rules the Everpeak."

"I am not targeting any one thing in the warehouse; I am saying that everything you standing here regard as treasures is, in my view, nothing but trash! Since it is all trash, I will just take one piece to show I mean it."

Having suffered such humiliation, these old Dwarfs felt ashamed and unable to show their faces. However, these fellows, whose mettle had long been worn away, had no way to vent their anger, nor did they dare to take the Slayer Oath.

After all, Snorri had not actually said anything offensive; the previous content was merely their own overactive imagination.

At the same time, given their age and strength, if they were to become Slayers, they would basically have to report to the Ancestor Gods before they even reached Karak-Kadrin. They still wanted to enjoy the taste of power for a while longer!

"Uncle Morns, I think you have grown senile! To act like this in front of the Mother Goddess is simply bringing shame upon our entire Fearless Fort!" Lord Sawake said to the old Dwarf who had been the first to jump out and stir up trouble.

"You had better go back and recuperate properly! I think the position of Citadel Intendant should be handed over to your eldest nephew!" Lord Sawake had clearly taken Snorri's suggestion just now to heart, and he had cleverly seized this opportunity.

Upon hearing this, the surrounding elders drew a line between themselves and this Morns; they were all at an age where they did not want to offend Snorri and have him lodge a complaint before the Mother Goddess.

"You are truly generous!"

"You bestow kindness without seeking reward; your nobility of character is like Mithril!"

"Worthy of being the one favored by the Mother Goddess! Such generosity, a relic of ancient virtues!"

The Dwarf elders of Fearless Fort praised Snorri one after another to ease the awkwardness. Of course, they could not say that their own possessions could not catch Snorri's eye, so they could only focus on his enthusiastic assistance and lack of desire for reward.

Seeing this, Snorri did not show much reaction; he knew that maintaining a smile and a sense of mystery was best at this time. Amidst the chorus of praise, he returned leisurely to his guest room in the upper level of the fortress and locked that precious Gear into his safe.

Next, Snorri kept a low profile and continued to study the Rune Magic at hand. On the night of the third day, Balin and Tomi knocked on Snorri's door.

"Cousin! You are truly extraordinary! If it were me, I would definitely have picked the most expensive thing to take!" Cousin Tomi said with three parts confusion and seven parts admiration.

"That's right, now everyone in the tavern is spreading word of your generosity! Everyone is calling you Generous Snuori!" Balin added.

Yes, as Snorri's previous deeds—being happy to reward subordinates and not coveting spoils at Mountain Lake Fortress; taking the initiative to pay extra to purchase technology from the Wanderer; repeatedly refusing monetary offerings at Haojiaobao; and distributing full war bonuses and purchasing fine wine at his own expense for his clansmen to enjoy before Fearless Fort—

coupled with the fact that he had only taken one Gear as a reward after providing help the previous noon, were spread around intentionally or unintentionally, the clansmen began to address him by the nickname "Generous One".

Snorri was very happy to hear this; he had always wanted a nickname related to moral character. In his view, this was the highest-value category he could obtain at this stage.

A nickname related to moral character highlights something one has that others do not. If a Skaven were crowned with "Loyalty," a Goblin with "Bravery," or a Troll with "Wisdom," then everyone who heard it would immediately recognize the extraordinary nature of that fellow; the same applied to a Dwarf, known for stinginess, being crowned with "Generous."

Conversely, nicknames related to strength should highlight few modifiers and a wide scope. Just imagine if those three who loved and killed each other at Eight Peaks could remove the three words "Eight Peaks" before their titles of Lord, Warrior, and God of War, or replace them with a larger scope like "Qunshan" or "World's Edge Mountains," the level of intimidation would undoubtedly be raised to a new level.

Snorri could not obtain a strength-related nickname at the moment; if he were to force it, it might be something like "First Rune Master of the Younger Generation" or "God of Slaughter of the Silver Road Western Mines," which would inevitably be laughable if spoken aloud.

As for nicknames related to weapons or physical features, those were even less presentable; Snorri would laugh just thinking about an uncoordinated combination like "Respected Chosen of the Goddess - Flying Hammer Snorri!"

"Cousin, what are you laughing at?" Balin asked, watching Snorri blankly giggling; in his view, Snorri's addiction had undoubtedly grown worse.

"Nothing, nothing! I just want to tell you a principle," Snorri thought for a moment and decided to offer some advice to these two relatives.

"We should use what we have in abundance to exchange for what we are in short supply of! Gold, that lovely thing, only produces true value when it flows." Balin did not understand, but Tomi was lost in thought after hearing it.

After Snorri arranged for them to be responsible for coordinating the delivery of the Organ Gun, he lay back on his bed; he had to start planning for the subsequent matters concerning himself and his elder brother.

In Snorri's mind, the marriage for his elder brother should be a done deal. With the Dwarf temperament of valuing Oaths, as long as no massive blunder occurred, the Lord of Weifengbao had no reason to break his word.

As for the so-called assessment, while it was hard to say whether it was just a formality, Snorri felt that with his own wit and the Warhammer in his hand, dealing with some young clansmen from small places should not be too difficult.

Through the great battle with Skarsnik, Snorri had re-evaluated his own strength. Although the personal strength of that Night Goblin Warlord ranked at the bottom among the legendary lords of all races, and his so-called superior wisdom should also be by the standards of Greenskins,

but in any case, this proved that he possessed a certain amount of capital for self-preservation; at least he would not easily fall into the hands of some nobodies.

But when it came to his Doom Anvil, Snorri still had no clue. His father, Thorgrim Grudgebearer, had only given him the news that "there is an extra one at Weifengbao" and a sum of funds that was theoretically sufficient, but he knew nothing of the specific information.

This could not be blamed on his old father; as the High King of the Qunshan, he had already done his utmost to reach this point. If he went any further, then the matter of plotting to seize the ancestral treasures of other Karaks for his own son would not sound good no matter how it was spread.

Snorri currently needed various pieces of information related to this Doom Anvil. What was its status, and did it need repair? Who exactly wanted to cash it out and turn it into Oath Gold with wide-ranging uses?

And who, for what reasons, wanted to keep this treasure at Kalake-Zifulin, even if it meant letting the pearl gather dust for a period of time? Only by figuring this out would he gain a certain amount of initiative during negotiations.