Chapter 446.
Chapter 446 Collusion
Imar walked out of the house with a gloomy face and saw Gunther, the son of the Blood Bull Tribe’s chief, waving at him from afar.
This asshole! Today was a surprise of surprises for him.
He shook off his stride and walked towards him.
Gunther scowled and asked him, “What did that old man Eugene tell you?”
“You don’t know? That’s fine, none of your business!” Imar replied in a jarred voice.
“Hmph! If you don’t tell me, forget it, I’m not interested.” Gunther looked unconcerned.
“But I have something that interests you.”
He reached out and put his hand on Imar’s shoulder, and with the height difference between an orc and a dwarf from a distance, it looked like an elder encouraging his offspring.
“Get your filthy hands off me!” Imar grabbed Gunther’s wrist in disgust and flung it away.
“Your temper is as bad as ever.” The Chief’s Son rubbed his wrist, “But the kind and generous Grand Master Gunther still wants to tell you that there is a big deal waiting for us, want to do it together?”
“A big deal?” Imar strained his ears.
He needed wealth, and today’s conversation with that old orc had strengthened his resolve to search for more wealth to fulfill his plans.
One finger deep in Gunther’s depths pointed off into the distance, and Imar followed it.
“Humans?”
He grimaced in disgust.
“What’s with all these dried out guys out here?”
“Whoa! Don’t underestimate that human.”
Gunther rubbed his hands together excitedly and looked over at the human, a greedy look in his eyes.
“I saw him pull out a valuable …… valuable …… treasure I think it’s called porcelain and give it to my father before he hid it from me at the banquet. ”
“Well! To be able to enter Chief Asoye’s eyes, that thing should be very valuable, right?” Imar pondered.
“More than precious!” Gunther waved his arms exaggeratedly, “The moment that treasure bottle was taken out, all the decorations in our longhouse paled in comparison. I tell you ……”
“So what’s the deal you came to see me about?” Imar interrupted Gunther’s increasingly exaggerated description, when in fact he had already guessed it in his mind.
“Hey!” Gunther laughed strangely, the wide grin of his mouth causing his fangs to jut out and sticky Christmas to ooze from the corners of his mouth.
“I had someone go and quietly look through the luggage of that human and his companion, there are several chests and bags, there should be a lot more treasures like that porcelain inside. How about it? Want to do a job together!”
Gunther looked at Imar with a pep talk.
They couldn’t do it near the Blood Bull tribe, it would be bad if his father found out. Gunther needed to lure the human to a place where he wouldn’t attract attention.
“Those humans happen to be planning to go over the Rocky Mountains and are looking all over the world for a guide right now. And what better place to do that than in the Rocky Mountains where they won’t attract attention from those outside? So, I want you to go to ……”
Before Gunther could finish, Imar yelled, “Damn it, do you want me to become a traitor to the Dwarves? A whole bunch of humans, and you and your men, will I live when the other clans find out?”
Gunther said with a derisive look on his face, “Oh, dear Immael! You make it sound like you’ve done no such thing every time, even though we’ve had many happy occasions together and every time it’s been ‘do you want me to be a traitor to the Dwarves’. I appreciate your ability to be so cheeky. Alright then, I’ll persuade you once again like I did the first time.”
“Their fate has already decided that it’s impossible to divulge the secrets of the Dwarves, and besides, it’s not like we’re letting them actually go in to the Rocky Mountains, we just have to take care of them in the outer area, and it won’t attract the attention of the mountain people.”
He raises his pitch, “Now, Imar, give me a quick word, to do or not to do? Also I’ll remind you that even without you, I’ll find other ways to keep those humans here ‘forever’.”
The dwarf’s eyes rolled, “How many of them are there? What kind of guys are on hand?”
“Haha!” Gunther laughed happily, the dwarf in front of him was going to be in on it, what a greedy fellow, all it took was a little provocation every time.
“The number of people is about thirty, the weapons are just swords and light crossbows, the key is that no one is heavily armored, when the time comes, I will bring a few dozen armor-clad warriors and I will be able to take care of them.”
“Good, after it’s done the loot will be half for one person.”
“Twenty percent for you, eighty percent for me!”
“60% for you, 40% for me!”
“No! Just two for you and eight for me!”
“Damn it, I’m taking a huge risk!”
…… Stanford sat on a stump with a despondent look on his face, agonizing over not being able to find a guide.
Was it really necessary to go hard into the Rocky Mountains without a guide?
“Hey, human!”
He heard a greeting and raised his head to look around.
A round, duncey dwarf was walking towards him, a little shorter than the others while being thicker around the waist, the more notable feature being its beard, which was carefully groomed into a braid.
Hey? Seems like I’ve seen it somewhere before.
“Uh? Are you calling me?”
“Nonsense, is there a second human around here?”
The dwarf strides over to stand beside him.
“I hear you’re looking for a guide into the Rocky Mountains?”
“Yes, it’s just that I’ve been around your camp and none of the dwarves are willing to help us.”
“Hmph! That’s because you haven’t asked Grand Master Imar me! Haven’t you been around our camp? How come you didn’t find me, the place isn’t that big.”
“Uh ……”
Stanford remembered that the one in front of him was the angry grunting dwarf who had stormed out of the tent at the beginning.
I wouldn’t want to be nosy!
He puts a smile on his face, “I’m sorry Mr. Imar, I was negligent in not finding you. So, you are willing to help us.”
Imar pulled on the hem of Stanford’s coat and yanked him to an out of the way corner.
“What’s the name?”
“You may call me Stanford of Arda.”
“Alas! Whoever else calls me ‘Immael the Hothead’! I will make a reluctant run at it, but you must swear not to divulge it to outsiders.”
Stanford closed his eyes and raised his right hand, extending his index and middle fingers in a joined gesture.
“Under the watchful eyes of the Lord of Light and Paul Graiman, I swear not to divulge to outsiders that Mr. Imar is acting as our guide.”
“What the hell is all this?”
“My God and my Lords.”
“Yes!”
The dwarf lowered his voice and held out his hand in front of Stanford, rubbing his thumb and forefinger together over and over.
“That …… while I’m helping you guys out of the heat of the moment, I’m also risking being found out by the clan, so …… you get the picture, right?”
Stanford would smile, “I understand! Please follow me!”
……
“Well …… it’s okay.”
Looking at the vessels laid out in front of him as if they were as white as milk and tattooed with exquisite patterns, Immael nodded his head.
These things should be able to fetch a good price from those orcs who were so stupid that they could even consider crystals as treasures.
Wait …… maybe I’ll need a special set of tableware to show off my distinctive status when I take back the clan leader’s seat?
There might be more to this bunch of humans. Ahh! I should’ve taken more, the thought of that dumbass Gunther taking most of it is super upsetting.
Stanford, unaware of what was going on in the dwarf’s mind, said curtly from the sidelines, “In addition to this set of vessels, when we get to the other side of the mountain, there’s a bag of silver coins to offer.”
“Good!” Imar hammered his palm, “You guys wait here for a few more days, and when my people want to go back, I’ll find a reason not to go back with them first, and then set off quietly with you.”
“Thank you for your righteousness.”
Stanford squeezed out a look of gratitude and shook the Dwarf’s hand, which was so rough that it could be compared to a frosted one.
(End of chapter)