Chapter 64: Further Talk of Gods

Having obtained Sinuoli's consent, Buluoke felt relieved.

"Hurry home for a visit! Say goodbye to your mother; she won't have another chance to dote on you!" Watching Bulimu's retreating figure, Buluoke sighed.

"Sigh, thank you so much this time. If it weren't for you, Bulimu would really be in trouble!"

"It's nothing, Guildmaster. This is what I should do; the precious strength of our Dwarf race should not be wasted on meaningless internal strife. I will take good care of Bulimu, so please rest assured!" Sinuoli comforted him.

"Hmm, whenever you need to purchase War Machines or engineering creations in the future, just come find me. I will give you the best discount within my authority!"

"Another pleasant surprise!" Sinuoli thought. As a transmigrator, he was very fond of terms like high-end technology and firepower suppression.

Due to the need to leave Jiliuguan before midnight, Sinuoli's subsequent schedule was very tight.

Taking advantage of Guildmaster Buluoke's ride, he quickly went to the representatives of the major chambers of commerce in Jiliuguan to finalize trade agreements with Grom and the city of Karak-Varn.

Soon, a caravan carrying the raw materials and daily supplies needed to rebuild the mountain fortress would arrive at Mountain Lake Fortress, and then return after purchasing refined meteorite ore.

Before the chime clock struck twelve, Sinuoli arrived early at the side gate of Zhufuba. This time, without King Selending accompanying him and with the banished companion Bulimu in tow, he could only leave through the side gate.

Upon arriving at the location, he discovered that besides the father and son Buluoke and the ten Eternal Hammer Guards, there were two other Dwarfs at this inconspicuous small gate.

A female who was pulling on Bulimu and weeping was clearly Guildmaster Buluoke's wife, while the other was the Gatekeeper Henlide-Tulongzhe he had seen the previous night.

Seeing that Bulimu's mother had many things to tell him, Henlide pulled Sinuoli aside.

"Is there really no room for negotiation?" Although the Gatekeeper tried hard to lower his voice, his broad chest still caused his voice to reverberate.

"That set of rhetoric of yours might be able to fool those old stubborn ones who have never left our Dwarf mountains, but I, Henlide-Tulongzhe, am different from them!" Henlide paused.

"In my adventures, I have seen many Human priests, from the Warrior Priests who believe in their Emperor Sigmar, to the wolf priests of Ulric, the White Wolf God, who is also their God of War and God of Winter, in the north of the Empire of Man."

Henlide caught his breath, and Sinuoli was also surprised by his rich experience. However, Sinuoli thought to himself that for a long-lived race like the Dwarfs, the time spent traveling the Old World was truly nothing.

"There are also those Damsels of the Lady who serve the Lady of the Lake in Bretonnia, as well as the chosen ones of some minor gods with meager divine power who rarely appear in public. Almost all of them can pray to their gods when in need and borrow power from them."

Henlide took out a flask and took a sip, his large eyes under his thick eyebrows staring at Sinuoli.

"If it weren't for the Divine Arts of my companions and the help of the gods they served, I would have had at least two chances to return to the Ancestor Hall over these years!"

Sinuoli did not answer; he was weighing the pros and cons and brewing a reasonable explanation, but his silence made Henlide somewhat anxious.

"Respected Chosen of the Goddess, please forgive my presumption! I do not believe that the only Chosen One of the Ancestor Goddess since the end of the Golden Age would appear in a situation that has absolutely no influence on whether the Ancestor Goddess bestows divine grace, what type of divine grace is bestowed, or whom She bestows it upon!"

"Keep your voice down, my friend!" Seeing that Henlide had spoken to this extent, Sinuoli could only make some indication.

On one hand, he worried about him spreading his speculations, and on the other, he truly admired this filial powerhouse.

"Fine, I admit it, I do have some ways, but as you have learned, the price is not small; I cannot bestow it upon too many people at once." Sinuoli finally decided to be honest.

Seeing Henlide open his big mouth, Sinuoli made a shushing gesture.

"I cannot make the decision of who to pray for and who not to in front of so many people. Otherwise, given that energetic level of attraction, I'm afraid I would have to wait for my father to lead the army of Karaz-a-Karak to pick me up from Zhufuba. Don't you agree?"

Henlide had not thought of this layer before, and he nodded after hearing Sinuoli's explanation.

"But..." He was still not prepared to give up.

"Well, regarding your mother's matter, I can speak a word or two before the Ancestor Goddess, but not now!" Sinuoli whispered in his ear.

"That is truly..."

"Keep it down!" Seeing that Henlide was about to cheer, Sinuoli jumped up and covered his mouth.

"Mmph, mmph..."

"If others hear it, I won't be able to leave!" Sinuoli said.

"Then how about I go with you now? I'll protect you; I've been in Zhufuba so long I'm starting to grow moss!" Henlide said.

"I'm starting to suspect you're an Orc Big 'Un! Several people were watching last night; if you leave with me, do you think King Selending and Yinzhi Dashi lack the ability to think?"

Sinuoli was so angered by Henlide that he shouted. He suddenly didn't think as highly of this burly man.

"Then what should I do?" Henlide scratched his head.

"I am going to Karak-Breeze Fort next to welcome the bride for my eldest brother Grom; this trip will take at least half a year." Sinuoli said while thinking.

"Hmm, wait for a period of time, a month or two. Find a reason to resign, and then bring your mother to the Everpeak together. When I return, I will hold the ritual for her. How about that?"

"Hmm, you are indeed the thoughtful one. You just said you were going to Weifengbao?" Henlide praised.

"Yes, why?"

"Then I really can't go with you; the pointed-ears in the forest are still hunting me!" Henlide shook his forest Dragon skin cloak.

"It's over, the Wood Elf young lady is gone." Sinuoli felt his vision go dark.

However, this thought was only a flash; he knew that given the relationship between Elves and Dwarfs, if he were to rashly break into Athel Loren, all that would await him would be a volley of sharp arrows.

As the chime clock struck twelve, Henlide and Sinuoli agreed on a specific meeting plan, and he began to continue performing his duties as a Gatekeeper.

"According to the King's order, Bulimu-Buluokesen, please leave Zhufuba! You are not allowed to return until you have obtained the consent of the Council of Elders!"

Upon hearing this, Bulimu picked up his weapon and shouldered a sack of luggage, striding out of the side gate.

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