Chapter 9 Chapter 6 Sundabar City

"Oh, that's enough, Freddie," the tall woman said to the white-bearded dwarf in a white robe, running her fingers through her thick, matted brown hair. "Tsk tsk," the dwarf spared the hair, but then noticed a stain on the woman's cloak.He tried desperately to clean the cloak, but the other party played hide and seek ungratefully. "Hey, Ms. Eagle Hand, I think you should find some time to read some books and learn some etiquette." "I just came back from riding in Silvermoon City," the ranger Dove Hawkhand replied grumpily.At the same time, she winked mischievously at Gabriel, another tall poker-faced fighter in the room. "You have to know that when you are on the road, you will stain your clothes more or less."

"No wonder! That was a week ago!" the dwarf protested loudly. "You wore this cloak to yesterday's banquet," said the unfortunate Fleet, noticing that his silk robe had been dusted on the ranger's cloak, and cleaned it up angrily. "Dear Freddie," said Dove. "You are the most special guest at the banquet." After she finished speaking, she dabbed some saliva with her fingers and casually wiped the stains on the cloak. The dwarf blushed and stomped on the floor with his shiny shoes. "Guests?" the dwarf replied with a whimper. "you should say……"

"Say what?" Dove laughed. "I am one of the most accomplished scholars in the whole of the North...! My dissertation touches upon the etiquette that should be maintained at race banquets..." "And improper etiquette..." Gabriel couldn't help interrupting.The dwarf looked at him unhappily. "At least, by dwarf standards." The tall warrior finished speaking and shrugged innocently. Freddie was shaking with rage and stamping his feet. "Oh, dear Freddie," Dove gently massaged the dwarf's shoulders, smoothed his neat and beautiful long beard, hoping to calm his emotions.

"It's Fred!" The dwarf protested strongly, pushing away the ranger's hand. "Fredgar!" Dove and Gabriel looked at each other, and they couldn't help laughing when they remembered the dwarf's last name at the same time. "Stonebreaker! Fredegar Stonebreaker!" "I think it's not too bad to be called Fredegar the Feather Writer!" Gabriel added fuel to the fire.However, when the warrior saw the ugly face of the dwarf, he felt that it was time to run away.Gabriel scooped up the gear, winked at Dove, and fled the room. "I just want to help," the dwarf said dejectedly.

"You have!" Dove reassured him. "I mean, you're going to see Helm Shortfriend," said Freddie, recovering a little of his self-esteem. "You can't casually pay homage to the city lord of Sundabar City." "You're right," Dove agreed. "However, dear Freddie, all I have now is this dirty suit. If I wear this, I will not be able to make a good impression on the Lord of Sundabar. However, he and my sister are the same Such a good friend..." Dove pretended to be troubled, and acted like a baby to the dwarf.Although I don't know how many powerful enemies succumb to the ranger's sword, but when necessary, she is also capable of playing other roles well.

"What should I do?" She turned her head to one side, looking at Freddie. "Maybe," she said deliberately. "you can……" The dwarf's face lit up. "No, no," Dove sighed heavily. "How can I bother you?" Freddie finally couldn't take it anymore.He jumped up, clapping his hands happily. "Of course, Ms. Hawkhand! Of course!" Ranger pursed his lips tightly, trying not to laugh.Finally, the excited dwarf finally left the room to arrange everything.Although Dove often teases Freddie, she has to admit that she likes her dwarf friend.Freddie once lived in Silvermoon City managed by Sister Dove for a while, and made great contributions to the establishment of the local library.In fact, the dwarf was a renowned scholar, having studied to considerable depth the customs of many races, good or evil.He is proficient in the characteristics of various humanoid creatures, and at the same time, he is also a good composer.Dove couldn't help thinking that whenever she rode alone on the road alone, she sang songs written by cute dwarves to cheer her up.

Fleet was soon back, with a silk gown on his arm (pretty folded, of course, so that it would not drag on the floor!) and some Jewelry and a nice pair of shoes.In addition, the dwarf held at least a dozen sewing needles in his tightly closed mouth, and a string of measuring sticks wrapped around his ears.Seeing this kind of battle, Dove couldn't help but cry. "Oh, dear Freddie." She hid her smile and surrendered to the dwarves.It seemed she would tiptoe into Helm Dwarffriend's audience chamber in her silk gown, with the proud dwarf at her side. From that moment on, Dove knew that the beautiful shoes would grip her feet, and that the silk dress would make her itch all over.However, in order to conform to her own identity, she had no choice but to obediently wear some of these.When Ranger saw the radiant look on Freddie's face, she knew that it was all worth it.

Think of it as repaying the dwarves for their friendship, she thought. The farmer had been riding without sleep all day, and his heart was filled with fear because of the appearance of the dark elf.For the simple villagers, this is a great event.When setting off from Madoba, the farmer brought two replacement horses to adjust horsepower.Now, the road is only halfway, and one of them is already exhausted.The farmer had no choice but to leave the immobile horse by the side of the road, ride on the last and proudest horse, and lower his body to continue riding on the road.With luck, he might be able to recover the horse he left behind on the way back.The night gradually enveloped the land, and I don't know how long it took, and finally the bonfire used to guard the city at night in Sundaba City was in sight, and under the light of the fire, the thick city wall was faintly visible.

"Stop! Who are you?" An hour and a half later, the captain of the city guard found someone approaching the city gate on horseback, so he stepped forward to check. The ranger had to lean on Freddie for balance as Helm's squire led Dove through the ornate corridors to the city's audience chamber.She could effortlessly walk across a rope bridge, shoot deadly arrows at charging cavalry amid chaos, or hide in a tree in full armor, but even if Dove tried her best, she would I just can't walk properly in the shoes that Freddie gave me.From the way the Ranger walked, it looked as if her feet had been forced into these beautiful shoes.

"And this dress," Dove murmured.If she wields a sword in this dress, the stitches will surely tear seven or eight holes.She even began to suspect that maybe even violent breathing would have the same effect. Freddie looked at her with hurt eyes. "I'm not saying the dress is ugly," Dove stammered, choosing her words carefully so as not to offend the dwarves. "I really appreciate everything you've done for me, dear Freddie." Excitement shone in the dwarf's gray eyes.However, maybe even he himself didn't believe what the ranger said.But in any case, Fred knew that Dove cared about him and followed his own advice, and nothing was more important to the dwarves.

"I'm sorry, ma'am, can I borrow some of your time?" A voice came from behind the Ranger.Everyone stopped and turned around.Two figures walked quickly from the other end of the corridor - the captain of the guard on duty at the gate of the city tonight, and a farmer. "Captain," Freddie protested at the captain's insolence. "If you want to talk to this lady, you have to wait for everyone to enter the audience room. Also, you forgot to report your name. Moreover, you must obtain the permission of the city lord, so that you can..." Dove put a hand on the dwarf's shoulder and stopped his tirade.She saw the anxious look on the other person's face. Based on her many years of adventure experience, these two people probably needed her help urgently. "What's the matter, captain?" the ranger asked.In order to appease Freddie, she added another sentence: "Anyway, there is still some time before the meeting, Lord Helm will not wait long." The farmer summoned up his courage and stepped forward. "I was looking for you, ma'am," he said, fiddling with his hat uneasily. "I'm a villager from Maduoba, a small village in the north..." "I know Madouba," Dove replied. "During several trips, I have looked at Madoba from the mountains, and it seems to be a good place." The farmer seemed very happy at the ranger's words. "I hope, nothing bad happened to Maduoba, right?" "Not yet, ma'am," said the farmer. "But we're in a lot of trouble," he said, turning to look at the captain of the guard.The captain of the guard nodded encouragingly.Then the farmer took a deep breath and said, "We see dark elves." Dove's eyes widened involuntarily.Even Freddie, who was stamping his feet impatiently, calmed down and listened intently. "How many?" Dove asked. "We only saw one. If we're unlucky, this one might be a scout for a dark elf army." Dove nodded in agreement with him. "Who discovered the dark elves?" "A bunch of kids," Freddie sighed at the answer, and began stamping impatiently again. "Children?" The dwarf almost went mad. The farmer's confidence has not wavered in the slightest. "Not long after, McGhost also saw the reaction of him secretly watching the Ranger." Roddy McGhost saw it too! " "Who is this McGust?" asked the dwarf. "Rhoddy McGhost," Dove answered sourly, before the farmer. "Famous bounty hunter, but he also hunts animals." "The dark elf killed one of Roddy's dogs," the farmer suddenly became excited. "Rhody almost died himself. He was pinned under a tree, unable to move, and had one of his ears cut off." Dove didn't quite understand what the farmer said next, but the previous description was enough.A dark elf has appeared near Madoba, and she needs to act quickly.Dove took off the beautiful shoes without hesitation and handed them to Freddie.Then, she ordered an attendant to inform her adventure partner to prepare for the journey, and told another attendant to convey her 120,000 apologies to the lord of Sundabar City. "But, Lady Hawkhand!" Freddie protested loudly. "No time for jokes," Dove replied.From her excited tone, the dwarf knew that the ranger didn't regret losing the chance to meet Helm at all.Now, Dove's body is constantly twisting, her hands trying to reach behind her back, trying to unbutton her dress. "Your sister won't be happy," Fred complained loudly, stomping on the floor. "My sister has already closed the mountain, so I won't come out to take risks," Dove retorted. "But I haven't!" "Indeed," the dwarf muttered unhappily. "Are you coming, ma'am?" asked the farmer hopefully. "Of course," Dove snapped back. "As long as you are a ranger with a sense of justice, you will not leave the dark elves alone! Three of my partners and I will head to Madosi tonight, but I hope you stay here. I am afraid you have traveled a long way , need to get a good night's sleep." After speaking, Dove began to look around, and then pursed her lips, as if something was wrong. "What?" the dwarf was annoyed. Ranger noticed Fred's existence, and suddenly his eyes lit up. "I've never met a dark elf," she said. "And, as far as I know, none of my partners have seen it either." Dove's weird smile made the dwarves shudder. "Come on, dear Freddie," said Dove coquettishly.Suddenly the ranger turned, leaving Freddie, the captain of the guard, and the farmer behind, and ran barefoot to Helm's audience room. The dwarf was confused, but relieved by the ranger's transformation.Dove starts talking to Freddie's boss, Helm.First, she apologized for the inconvenience she caused, and then Dove made a request to the Lord of Sundabar, hoping that he could send someone to Maduba to help solve the problem of the dark elves.Only then did the dwarf understand the ranger's intentions, but it was too late. In the early morning of the next day, when the sun just rose from the eastern horizon, Dove's team had already left Sundabar City more than ten miles away.They had an elven archer, two experienced human warriors, and Freddie, who was riding beside the ranger on a stout pony. "Ugh!" The dwarf began to complain as the sky grew brighter. "Look! The mud on the road is staining my clothes! I think we're doomed! We're all going to die on this sterile road!" "Come on, make up a song and sing it," suggested Dove.The other three snickered to themselves. "The title of the song is: five dejected adventurers." Freddie glared at the Ranger angrily.Dove had to remind him. "This is the lord of Sundabar City, Helm Shortfriend personally sent you here!"