An unexpected guest arrived.

When Doro probed and asked Rastina to entertain all the great figures of the world, someone who absolutely should not appear at Mohe's mansion showed up at this very moment.

"Dwarf King Bahadon!"

Mohe smiled: "This is truly a rare guest. Noel, go and brew some tea, for this is the esteemed Dwarf King!"

Among the three great races, if Mohe were to choose a favorite, it would undoubtedly be the Dwarven race.

The Dwarves' magic level is average, and their alchemy is quite advanced, but what they are most famous for is neither of these.

To simply state a fact, in this world, the Dwarves are the only ones truly serious about historical inquiry.

While humans use the White Church's Holy Record as a basic historical textbook, the Dwarves have entirely rejected the claims of the Holy Record.

The Holy Record divides the world into four eras: starting with the "Era of Divine Creation," then the "Era of the Sacred" where misfortune was driven out, followed by the Demon King's dominion in the "Era of Darkness," and finally the current "Era of Light."

But the Dwarves do not believe it to be so. After investigating many ruins and artifacts, they found that before the three great races, there should have been some other intelligent races. Therefore, they deemed the Holy Record's account to be incorrect.

Of course, in the end...

The Holy Record is correct.

This is somewhat amusing, but you can't really blame the Dwarves. After all, the Goddess does truly exist. After ordaining humanity, the Goddess's will descended and taught them, leading to the birth of the White Church—so the Holy Record's account is the Goddess's account, which is "true history."

Of course—it doesn't mean the Holy Record's account is entirely accurate, nor does it mean humans' understanding of history is correct.

There is a simple question: exactly how long are those four eras?

The recently deceased Nakrasa, that guy's race is already hard to associate with any remnants. However, according to the Holy Record, it was still within the Demon King's dominion in the "Era of Darkness." But if you tell a person from the White Church about a timeframe of ten thousand years, they would probably find it hard to accept and understand.

Even though Mohe, who knows everything, finds the Dwarves' research results sometimes amusing, to be fair—

She doesn't dislike this spirit of the Dwarves.

At least, if Mohe were to choose a race to ordain, she would lean towards the Dwarves, who are relatively pragmatic. Of course, Dwarves have their flaws too; for instance, they do not quite understand or pursue art, resulting in their creations often lacking "aesthetic value."

Or perhaps their aesthetic views are exceedingly simple and straightforward.

The staff they gifted Mohe five thousand years ago is a perfect example of the Dwarven character.

How rare, how brilliant, how dazzling—that is the Dwarven aesthetics.

Low-key, luxurious, connotative are not words associated with the Dwarves.

Of course, Mohe likes the Dwarves for another reason.

"Bahadon, I heard you might still have some of the legendary wine left by the Wine God. Did you bring any?"

Upon hearing Mohe's words, Dwarf King Bahadon's expression immediately turned vigilant: "Demon King, I am here to discuss matters today, not to drink wine, so how could I bring such things!"

Mohe's expression turned slightly disappointed: "You come to visit me and bring nothing; do you look down on me, the esteemed Demon King?"

During Mohe's reign, she was indifferent to the offerings from other races, except when it came to the Dwarves, she indeed required them to provide wine of a certain quality. However, as a trade-off, other tributes were not necessary—regarding why humans always liked to present "geniuses"—perhaps it really had something to do with Lisidorwei?

"In that case, please come in."

Noel opened the mansion's gate, and Dwarf King Bahadon walked into Mohe's residence.

He felt immense pressure.

This mansion is indeed the lair of the Demon King—magic, curses, alchemy... how vast is the power the Demon King reclaimed? This mansion is a manifestation of her power, and without her permission, even if you gathered an entire nation's forces, could one conquer this mansion?

Entering the reception room with the Dwarf King, Rose already came over, carrying sweets and red tea.

"Please enjoy."

She respectfully stepped back, knowing the Dwarf King, yet clearly in such an occasion, the Thunder Emperor was more suited to attend to Mohe. Her task was to manage other affairs.

Mohe then asked Bahadon, "I thought you should be at the Holy Tower now, isn't there a meeting to be held there?"

"I heard it was your will."

"That is the will of the Hero."

Bahadon sighed, "I thought as much! So, afterwards, I will rush over immediately, as we're already in the human Empire, and reaching the Royal Capital isn't far off, there's still some time before the banquet begins."

"So why did you come?"

"Regarding the deal you asked Miss Rastina to discuss with me, I had to come personally to confirm it with you."

Mohe smiled, "This really is surprising, I know your Dwarven race takes such matters very seriously, but coming in person, I thought you were a Dwarf different from past Dwarf Kings, this rashness is a characteristic and also a weakness of your Dwarves. You should know, in your Dwarf Kingdom, I can't kill you without exerting full force, and I wouldn't personally run a trip—coming to my abode is not much different from suicide."

Bahadon raised his teacup, taking a sip, "Demon King Modoh. I think, among the leaders of the three great races, our relationship should be the best, I am the most familiar with you. Until now, what is the point of deceiving me with such lies? Some people probably haven't truly grasped the significance of your revival, but I understand it well."

"You say that—saying such things to a lady like me, it easily causes misunderstandings, Mr. Bahadon, if our Hero misunderstands, that would be terrible."

Though Mohe said so, she did not deny Bahadon's words.

"No, the significance of your revival...saying it like that is also wrong, to be precise, from the moment you didn't entirely die, the meaning of this world's existence had already changed. It's just a battleground between you and the Hero. Others can be wantonly destroyed or broken scenery, their value in existence is merely to elicit emotions and thoughts within you—no more significance than that."

Mohe propped her chin with one hand, tilting her head as she looked at Bahadon, her face turned into a bright smile, her hair falling naturally, giving her a strikingly sinister beauty: "Ah~ that's why I rather like this aspect of you Dwarves, Bahadon, I've always avoided letting the flames of war engulf you, but it seems, you are also beyond control."

"No matter what, the Dwarves are ultimately a race, constantly craving development, which has nothing to do with who 'rules'. Having favorable conditions leads to massive reproduction, and massive reproduction demands even more favorable conditions—this is the instinct as a living being. This doesn't mean I, as king, can stop it by simply saying 'no'."

"Clear recognition, wanting to remain detached from the world, is something a race like the Dwarves cannot achieve."

"Therefore, we must make choices." Bahadon gave his conclusion.

Mohe then asked, "So what is your choice?"

"This isn't a trade, just my personal curiosity—can you answer my question?"

"I can."

Bahadon fixed his eyes on Mohe, "Can you defeat the Hero?"

Regarding the trade between Rastina and the Dwarven race, what Rastina knew was merely some matters concerning wine trade. Mohe never concealed her love for the wine brewed by the Wine God, and as she said, the strong have the freedom to be capricious, so although Rastina found the negotiation very challenging, she still discussed the matter of wine with the Dwarven race.

However, the Dwarf King understood Mohe's true meaning.

"That is indeed an interesting question, Bahadon." Mohe involuntarily showed a smile, "In a world with both the Hero and I as life forms, naturally, the forces in the world should become the Hero's forces and the Demon King's forces, there will inevitably be clashes between the two, determining strength and weakness—this is the first round of confrontation between me and my dear Hero."

"If I tell you, I can defeat the Hero, would you become my force?"

Mohe swirled the spoon in the teacup with her other hand, "I suggest not making a decision based on such matters. After all, I have been defeated by him before. And, the Dwarves have also resisted me, haven't they? At this point, becoming part of my command, I don't mind, but what do your people think?"

She did not provide an answer.

Yet the Dwarf King already knew, Mohe didn't care at all about winning or losing this so-called first round against the Hero, she aimed to achieve other purposes through this matter—

"Now, the Hero has begun laying down the world's order, that banquet is very important, Bahadon, perhaps, you should decide after the banquet. There's no hurry to state your position here."

Mohe stood up, she told Noel, "See the guest out."

Then she left the room.

Bahadon remained seated where he was.

Noel simply stood behind him.

After a moment, Bahadon stood up, nodding to Noel, "Thank you, Miss Noel."

Then Noel escorted him out.

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