Just as Lynch and Moni were discussing the topic of old Langda and toasting to his health, Eryies returned. However, except for Lynch, no one expected that the handso man walking in from outside was actually Eryies. If there had been a minstrel present, they might have composed a song about the "Handso Man of Dwarf City."
"What information did you gather?" Lynch asked, before the others could recover from their shock.
"They were tight-lipped, and since you didn't want to be too conspicuous, I didn't dare to use those spells. But I still managed to find so clues. They are indeed looking for sothing, but for now, they're only at the stage of searching for a place called the 'Burial Cave.'
"Wait, you're sister Eryies?" Soka's mouth dropped open, her big eyes blinking. "How did you beco a man?"
"If I want to entice little girls like you, naturally I have to beco male. Actually, you angels also have the sa ability in the future, but it's rarely used." Eryies said, "However, sotis I also use this appearance to attract so n. You know, there are many people in the world with peculiar tastes."
"Change back, and watch your words," Zilvra glared at her, "Rember what you should say and shouldn't say. Don't let your devil's filthy knowledge affect my Soka."
The Desire Demon shrugged, reverted to her usual appearance, and sat beside Morgan. She showed no interest in the food in front of her, only staring at Lynch with her big eyes, as if he was the delicacy she craved.
"Moni, do you know anything about this Burial Cave?"
"No, I've never heard of it," the old dwarf answered. "If any resident would know, it would be old Langda. If he sees you, you'll be very happy. I can even imagine that old gentleman's excited expression."
"Yes, he'll probably first grab my left hand and praise his craftsmanship," Lynch stood up, "Let's go find him."
After removing their disguises, the dwarves on the road indeed had a much friendlier attitude. They first froze for a mont, then recognized the mage Lynch. The dwarves gathered around, expressing their welco to Lynch. Even Moni walked like a hero on streets he was familiar with, being Lynch's introducer and the mage's best dwarf friend.
"You must co to my house this ti! My wife made the best pastries!" "Be sure to give my child a beautiful na, Lynch! Don't forget!" "Have you found a place to stay? The door of my house is always open for you!" Various greetings ca one after another, but most frequently it was "Lynch, co check out my new invention!"
Lynch rarely laughed so heartily; even with dangers outside and being hunted by four major forces, he could relax and laugh here. The hospitality of the dwarves made Lynch feel this place was his ho.
"I must see Elder Langda first, otherwise I won't be at ease," Lynch said quickly as more and more dwarves gathered around, "Don't worry, I've got ti."
Hearing that the mage's destination was the esteed Langda, the dwarves made way. "Yes, you should visit him first, Lynch. Go quickly. We'll be waiting for you."
Langda's house was the sa as in the past, without any changes. Here, entire dwarf families generally live together, spanning three to four generations. As family mbers increase, new births an arranging new space, so the houses grow larger, with new parts overlapping the old, blending into each other. Most rooms are on the ground floor, primarily rectangular. The space under the spire-shaped stone roof serves as a loft storage area. Although the humid underground wind has nearly scraped off the li protective coat on the outer walls, the house's condition is still quite good, with the thatched roof firmly laid, doors and windows solid and smoothly functioning.
The house, barn, and sloth animal pen ford a triangular courtyard, with several chickens scratching the ground for worms. While the sloth animals were a bit large for dwarfs, they were so docile that Langda's family still raised a few. Outside the animal pen was a stone feeding trough. On so rotted wood in the corner, plump mushrooms were growing splendidly.
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