Isekai Adventure in the Dimensional Cube-Chapter 1540 - 1073: Let Me Handle It Myself_2

Upon learning that Reiger, the savior, was about to arrive at the Dwarves’ guarded area, Malfoy, knowing all too well the demeanor of the dwarves in his clan, naturally made preparations before directly welcoming Reiger and his company.

Previously, Malfoy had already gathered the city’s Dwarf Warriors and blacksmiths to face them directly and warned them to behave when Reiger arrived.

In his view, whether the Holy Sword should be in the custody of the dwarves or not was beside the point. The Holy Sword Marfa had already chosen its Master, and the fact that the other party was the savior was as clear as day. The entire source was counting on him to lead various clans to counterattack the abyss and push back the oppression they had suffered until now. Could the dwarves really defy the heavens, disregarding the future development of the source and the future stance of the clans, by demanding the rightful owner of the Holy Sword return it?

Only someone with bubbles in their brain would have such an idea!

What good could come from reclaiming the Holy Sword from the savior’s hands?

Could the dwarves use the Holy Sword to repel the invasion of the abyss?

If not, then on what grounds are they reclaiming the Holy Sword?

In the past, the Holy Sword had no master, and the human clans merely safeguarded and protected the Holy Sword, which was acceptable. Even if the dwarves forcefully demanded the Holy Sword back then, it wouldn’t harm the future of the source.

However, now that the Holy Sword has a master, for the dwarves to seek its return from the source’s savior would be truly foolish.

These matters, Malfoy had already solemnly explained, allowing the dwarves who were overheated and overly excited upon learning that the Holy Sword Holder was soon to arrive to regain their calm.

But now, it seemed that once the Holy Sword appeared before everyone, those blacksmiths eager to unravel its craftsmanship, or those driven by the honor of welcoming back what was considered the greatest creation in dwarf history, had evidently cast aside all worries and considerations.

The dwarves’ stubbornness and simplicity were utterly revealed at this moment.

Here, dwarves like Malfoy and Grace, who could think deeply, calmly, and steadily, were clearly few and far between.

At that moment, everyone saw that some dwarves could no longer restrain themselves and were approaching this side.

Once someone moved, the herd mentality kicked in, and more dwarves followed suit.

Watching this scene, Melo, Naisa, and the others could not help but tense up, their nerves on edge.

"Grandfather!"

Lilicia softly called out to her grandfather.

"Don’t worry, I’ll handle it."

Malfoy’s face was grim, and after saying this, he prepared to step forward.

But at that moment, Reiger spoke instead.

"It’s alright, I’ll handle it myself."

Reiger suddenly said.

"You yourself?"

Malfoy was slightly taken aback.

Then, they heard—

"[Do not move.]"

A cold voice infused with power swept across the surroundings like an unseen storm, spreading instantly.

The invisible magical force, like transparent sound waves, was neither destructive nor threatening, yet like a divine command from the heavens, it enveloped the entire area.

"——————"

In an instant, all the dwarves approaching this side were frozen in their tracks, unable to move a muscle.

Their eyes widened in astonishment, some turning bright red as they exerted all their strength to struggle but were ultimately unable to move an inch.

"This..."

Eyes wide open, witnessing this scene, it wasn’t only Malfoy, even Melo, Naisa, and the others were taken aback.

"Don’t worry, they’re just temporarily immobilized; they’ll regain their freedom in a moment." Reiger said to Malfoy, "Let’s quickly finish the business at hand."

Reiger truly had no mood nor time to play games with these dwarves.

Thus, he intended to resolve matters swiftly from the beginning.

Once he asked what he wanted to know, he would leave. So why waste time arguing with these stubborn, single-minded dwarves?

The only person he sought was Malfoy, who held a significant position among the dwarves and was most likely to know the secrets of Nanelga.

"...Understood."

Malfoy gave Reiger a deep look, then nodded and quickened his steps.

Reiger immediately followed, causing the women, who were still in shock over the immobilized dwarves, to react swiftly and quickly keep up.

Before long, under Malfoy’s lead, they reached his residence.

It was a very simple workshop.

Unlike the luxurious residence of Duke Quellus or the extravagantly opulent manor of Olus, Malfoy, the highest leader of the dwarf guarded area, resided in a truly modest workshop.

The workshop was reasonably large, but only about two stories high, containing a forge, a bedroom, a wine cellar for storing spirits, a room displaying works, and a material room, with the bedroom and display room on the second floor, the wine cellar in the basement, and the rest on the first floor.

Reiger and company were seated in the living room outside the forge, which was somewhat messy, as if it hadn’t been cleaned in a long time, prompting Lilicia to criticize her grandfather again.

What Malfoy used to entertain everyone was, of course, the dwarves’ favorite spirit.

"This is fire wine brewed from the underground fire here and the earth fruits that only grow in magma; it’s one of the strongest spirits in the entire source. Feel free to try it if you’re interested, or not if you’re not."

With that, Malfoy poured everyone a glass of wine; he himself took the jug and began gulping it down, to the point where the young women gasped in astonishment.

They saw that the fire wine Malfoy poured had a color resembling real magma, only not as thick. It emitted not only heat but also an intense alcoholic aroma that could intoxicate anyone with just a sniff.

This compelled Jelina and Hilune, who were close to nature, to pinch their noses and retreat a few steps in disarray, distancing themselves from the aroma and heat, even causing Beluti, who couldn’t bear it, to move back some distance.

"Grandfather! How can you bring out fire wine to entertain guests?"

Even the lively Lilicia could not handle it and shouted at Malfoy in frustration.

"Haha, fire wine is the dwarves’ favorite, so naturally, it must be brought out to entertain guests from afar!"

Malfoy laughed heartily, the alcoholic aroma spreading, leaving the young women overwhelmed.

"Brewing wine with underground fire? Surely you didn’t add real magma, did you?"

Reiger mumbled a few words, picked up the fire wine, and astonishingly drank it all in one go.

"Your Excellency!"

Seeing this, the young women grew concerned, fearing for Reiger’s throat being scalded.

However, after Reiger finished the fire wine, his expression remained unchanged.

Feeling the liquid slide down his throat, as if he had swallowed a mouthful of magma, Reiger raised an eyebrow.

"This wine is indeed very strong; if Old Man Grace were here, he would probably like it a lot?"

Even though Reiger wasn’t much of a fan, given his physique, a bit of strong wine was effortlessly manageable.

"As expected of the Holder of the Holy Sword Marfa." Malfoy was oddly impressed by Reiger, sighing in admiration: "The fire wine of the dwarves is something even giants find hard to endure, and this is the first time I’ve seen an outsider drink it without batting an eye."

Though not changing his attitude upon witnessing just a hint of Reiger’s power earlier, Malfoy now seemed to warm up a little.

"So, honored Holder, what is it that you specifically wanted my granddaughter to bring you to me for?"

While pouring Reiger another glass of wine, Malfoy casually inquired.

But the next moment, Reiger’s words unsurprisingly changed his expression.

"I, wish to know how to cross Nanelga."