Chapter 63: Successful Recruitment

"You thing that hasn't even grown a full beard yet, shut your mouth!" Guildmaster Buluoke flared up.

"You have no idea what the Trousers Ritual means! From this moment on, you will never be able to study or use Engineering again!"

"I know, Father! I have caused you too much trouble, and I will take responsibility for the mess I made myself!" Bulimu also shouted, his voice trembling slightly, hiding many complex emotions.

"This Little Beard is not bad!" Sinuoli thought to himself. In his view, while talent and ability were certainly important, without the support of a fine inner character, these were all castles in the air.

It was like this in Sinuoli's past life, and it was even more so in this world where mortals were easily seduced by Chaos.

"Since he himself has no objections, then so be it! With the Ancestor Gods as our witness, we shall carry out the... for Bulimu-Buluokesen," the old Dwarf in the center said loudly.

"Respected elders, please hear me out!" Sinuoli seized the moment to speak.

The Dwarfs present focused their gazes on him. The anger on the faces of the elders on the platform, originally caused by the interruption, was restrained once they clearly saw that the speaker was Sinuoli, the Chosen of the Ancestor Goddess.

After receiving a nod of approval, Sinuoli jumped onto the platform.

"Respected Chosen of the Goddess, this is an internal matter of our guild. May I ask what your wise opinion is?" the Dwarf on the left asked.

The so-called Ancestor Hall is said in legends to have been created by the Mother Goddess Valaya; it is the soul kingdom of the Dwarfs, used to shelter the souls of Dwarfs after death so they may escape the clutches of the Chaos Gods.

The older a Dwarf is, the more they respect tradition. For these Longbeard elders who were on the verge of returning to the Ancestor Hall, none of them wanted to offend this young man who had caught the eye of the Ancestor Goddess.

What if he complained to the Mother Goddess and caused their souls to have nowhere to go after death, only to be snatched up by Fat Grandfather to be used as fertilizer!

"Dear kinsmen! Perhaps you have all heard the news of me receiving the grace and oracle of the Mother Goddess!"

Sinuoli took the Engineering Loudspeaker handed over by Guildmaster Buluoke and spoke under his expectant gaze.

"The Mother Goddess told me that to revive the glory of the golden age of the Mountain Kingdom, the strength of every single kinsman is indispensable!"

Hearing this, the Dwarfs below the platform cheered excitedly, each feeling a sense of shared honor. Sinuoli decided to start by evoking the resonance of his kinsmen.

"This one, Bulimu-Buluokesen, is a highly promising Engineer; I believe everyone here agrees with that!" Not only the kinsmen below but also the elders on the platform nodded slightly.

"Although he has made mistakes more than once, it seems that so far no major losses have been caused, and he and his father, Guildmaster Buluoke, are willing to compensate every affected kinsman!" Hearing this, Guildmaster Buluoke made repeated assurances.

"Then I think, why don't we give him a chance to make amends for his faults?

Rather than letting a genius—a kinsman who in the future could make great contributions to the entire Engineering guild, to the Zhufuba we live in, and even to the entire Mountain Kingdom—be stifled by us right here on this square, under the gaze of the Ancestor Goddess, it would be better to punish him slightly and let him retain his useful body to make his own contributions to our Dwarf race!"

Sinuoli's eloquence was much better than that of an ordinary Dwarf, and he delivered the long passage in one breath. To add a bit more persuasiveness, he added one final sentence:

"I think this is also what the Mother Goddess wishes to see!"

Some of the Dwarfs below had already begun to cheer. Sinuoli guessed that these might be Guildmaster Buluoke's followers or kin, but regardless, they had stirred up the atmosphere.

The elders on the platform also began a round of whispering upon hearing this. After a long while, they reached out and summoned Guildmaster Buluoke to discuss it together.

The discussion lasted a bit long; Guildmaster Buluoke was trying his best to fight for a lighter punishment for his son.

Sinuoli took the opportunity to look at Bulimu, who was still being held. His face was filled with the joy of having survived a disaster and deep gratitude toward Sinuoli. Just as the kinsmen were becoming impatient, the elders finally reached a result.

"After discussion, we have decided to accept the suggestion of Master Sinuoli, the Chosen of the Goddess, and cancel the resolution to perform the Trousers Ritual on Bulimu-Buluokesen," the lead elder said loudly,

"However, he will be exiled from Zhufuba and shall not step foot in Zhufuba again until he has made a contribution to the entire Mountain Kingdom sufficient to wash away the great mistake he has committed!"

After speaking, the elders turned and left the scene, and the onlookers who had come to watch the excitement gradually dispersed.

"Hurry back and pack your things! Take the equipment you can carry, and those strange inventions of yours—take everything that's useful!" Buluoke ran quickly to his son.

Bulimu nodded in agreement while working his shoulders, which had been pressed down for a long time.

"The elders only gave you half a day; you must leave Zhufuba before the bell strikes twelve tonight!"

"Uh, Father, where should I—or rather, where can I go?" Without the hot-bloodedness he had during his defense, Bulimu acted no different from a normal Little Beard.

"I have never left Zhufuba before! Should I go to Everpeak to make a living, or go to Barak Varr to repair ships?" Having escaped disaster, Bulimu was very lost.

"Uh, Master Sinuoli, could I trouble you to take my son in?" As a tech-geek, Buluoke couldn't think of a solution for a moment, but seeing Sinuoli in front of him, a bright idea struck him.

"Besides being good at inventing, Bulimu's basic knowledge of Engineering is very solid. He can operate and maintain most of the common War Machines on the market. If you are planning to set up on your own, he can definitely help!"

"Just as I was feeling sleepy, someone brought me a pillow! I was just wondering how to bring up the recruitment!" Sinuoli was secretly delighted but remained calm on the surface.

"As for his personal ability, he will never hold you back. Bulimu has been a sharpshooter since he was a child. The double-barreled rifle he designed and manufactured himself, that thing right there—" Guildmaster Buluoke reached out and pointed to the weapon thrown on the ground.

"It's called the Hatred Rake," Bulimu added.

"Right, the Hatred Rake. A single shot can shatter the head of an Orc Big 'Un, and loaded with buckshot, it can blast a whole group of Goblins at once! He will definitely be able to protect himself!" Guildmaster Buluoke was selling his son hard.

"I suppose that's fine! But I might be adventuring outside for a long time. Can you handle sleeping in the open and eating in the wind?" Sinuoli decided to be a bit reserved.

"Of course, no problem! If you stayed in the workshop all the time and never went out, how would I have the chance to perform meritorious deeds and wash away my shame?" Bulimu replied passionately.

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