Chapter 161: Princess Pamila

Sinuoli patiently listened to Princess Pamila analyze the notable characteristics and areas of expertise of several potential challengers before he prepared to steer the conversation toward the issues he cared about.

"That's about all of them!" Princess Pamila, like every traditional Dwarf, could not stop talking once she started. She was very satisfied with how much Sinuoli, this Chosen of the Goddess, valued his own marriage prospects.

Sinuoli was forced to listen for a long time to heroic deeds such as being the number one smith of the younger generation in the Kakasong settlement, or being the bane of Beastmen in the mines and surrounding vast areas of southwestern Arden Forest.

In a race like the Dwarfs that respects age and experience, clansmen of similar or slightly older age than him often had not yet established any particularly praiseworthy achievements, and their simple nicknames seemed quite lackluster in front of Sinuoli.

"Ah, sister-in-law, I have a good idea of what you've said! Rest assured, I won't embarrass my brother or the clan tonight!" Sinuoli patted his chest with a thumping sound.

"Uh, I heard that we were harassed by the Greenskins under Gulu some time ago; I wonder if there is any truth to that?" Sinuoli still decided to beat around the bush.

"Indeed, I had just returned from Everpeak not long before that, but the losses weren't too great, just a secondary warehouse! At that time, the military strength under that greedy Greenskin was far less powerful than when you, uncle, confronted it at Black Fire Pass."

Princess Pamila saw Sinuoli address her as sister-in-law, and she did not decline, instead using the term 'uncle' to address him.

"Valaya above, that is truly a stroke of luck in misfortune!" Sinuoli invoked the name of the goddess, and he said this with complete sincerity.

"To tell you the truth, ever since I received the grace of the Mother Goddess, I have been very anxious and unable to sleep at night!"

"What's wrong? I heard that you have accomplished quite a feat along your journey! Spreading the compassion of the Mother Goddess, clearing the Earth Vein Network, saving our kin in Fearless Fort, rescuing the nobles of the Pala Weng Principality, and just two days ago, Rangers were still spreading tales of your deeds in Helmgart!"

Princess Pamila was somewhat puzzled; in her view, such achievements were already quite commendable for Sinuoli's age. For many Dwarfs who spent their whole lives in fortresses, their life's work would not exceed this one journey of Sinuoli's.

"But this is not enough! I swore an oath before the Mother Goddess to recover the lost Shanbao, retrieve the lost Artifacts, and restore the glory of the Mountain Kingdom!" Sinuoli repeated his initial words.

"After this journey, I have become increasingly aware of the insufficiency of my own strength! To tell you the truth, I still shudder when I recall the giant eagles and the Dragon that blotted out the sky when I was at Karak-Hern!"

Watching Sinuoli's expression, which did not seem feigned, Princess Pamila tugged at the tips of her hair. "Is, is that so? How did I hear that you scared the sharp-ears in the forest into fleeing in panic with just a roar?" she muttered softly.

"Although I don't understand men's affairs very well, according to my brother, if you spent more time honing your Rune crafting skills with that Krag Master, your strength should grow quite quickly, right?" This Dwarf woman began trying to counsel her uncle.

"The lines written in blood in the Great Book of Grudges seem to press directly upon my shoulders! Those deep-seated Grudges remain unavenged, and the Mother Goddess's homeland is still being desecrated..."

Sinuoli began his long-winded speech like every Dwarf, but as a transmigrator, his eloquence was much better than the average clansman. After a series of parallel sentences, the corners of Princess Pamila's eyes were already brimming with tears.

"Hoo, hoo!" She wiped away her tears and took two deep breaths. "I think, perhaps there is something in Kalake-Zifulin that you could use!"

Sinuoli smiled inwardly at these words; this sister-in-law was indeed sensible, and his efforts at persuasion had not been in vain.

However, this was not unexpected. Any loyal Son of the Mountains would be moved if they heard the only Chosen of the Ancestor Goddess express pain over his own insufficient strength to revitalize the mountains.

"It wouldn't be that Gale Hammer, would it? How could I possibly be qualified to lay hands on a treasure of such legendary quality?" Sinuoli utilized his classic skill from his past life—playing dumb.

"No, not that. It's something only those of you who can wield Rune Magic can use. What was it called? Right, the Doom Anvil!"

Princess Pamila uttered the four letters Sinuoli wanted to hear. Sinuoli did not want to make things so troublesome. But if he were to run directly to Lord Luoleike and say:

"I know you have a spare Doom Anvil here; name a price, you aren't using it anyway!"

Then, if they didn't have the Hammer Warriors throw him straight out the gates of Weifengbao, it would be out of respect for the Ancestor Goddess. Dwarfs value wealth, let alone treasures inherited from the Ancestor Gods. He had to find an intermediary.

"Ah, that is indeed a precious treasure. My own—no, the one belonging to our clan is managed by Tiezhuoshugong; he is a more experienced elder." Sinuoli pulled the woman before him directly into his camp.

"Hmm, I know Kalake-Zifulin has one that is gathering dust, and the Council of Elders has to approve a small budget for its maintenance every year. It seems they say that without a Rune Master to provide energy to maintain its operation, the Runes inscribed upon it will gradually lose their effect."

Princess Pamila recalled; she was not particularly concerned with these matters of the Rune Smiths, and her main understanding came from the mouth of her brother, Sitelinge.

"Speaking of which, how much time does it take for a Rune Smith to grow into a Master?" Princess Pamila asked, seemingly casually.

Sinuoli knew the key part had arrived; how he answered this question would determine whether this future sister-in-law could firmly stand on his side.

"Of course, I'm not talking about by your standards—the youngest Rune Master since Thurni; Sitelinge mutters this phrase every day since I came back!" Seeing Sinuoli organizing his words, his sister-in-law made a joke.

"To be honest, according to the internal statistics of our guild, one hundred years is considered fast." Sinuoli spoke deliberately.

"And that is based on living in the World's Edge Mountains. You know, in the mountains to the west, Master-class Rune Smiths are not common." Sinuoli was speaking the truth; along this journey, Duantiebao and Fearless Fort did not have Master-class Rune Smiths.

"I don't know the specific age of Krag Master, but, um, the infusion of Rune Power does improve the user's physical state to a certain extent; the more powerful one is, the longer one's lifespan."

Princess Pamila nodded; she had been to Everpeak and knew the story of Krag Master.

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