"What? You don't want to?"

Dalier did not reply for a long time, and the gloomy tone of Marquis Drummond sounded again.

"My father, I just feel a little dissatisfied."

This time, Dalier did not choose to continue to be cowardly, and questioned Marquis Drummond, who was sitting in the lord's chair, surprisingly loudly.

"Because of inheritance." Marquis Drummond narrowed his eyes, twisted his lower body on the Grand Master's chair, and found a comfortable position to continue lying down.

"The Drummond family now needs a strong arm to support it. To clear all the ghosts and monsters outside Betistala, relying on our Drummond family's current strength is not enough.

If you want the Drummond family to continue to pass on its glorious heritage, you must rely on the power of Rollin.

Even though there are many conflicts between us, he is still my son after all, isn’t he?”

The Marquis Drummond said softly this time, and when these soft words entered Dalier's ears, they felt as uncomfortable as a needle.

"I can also lead the Drummond family to glory."

Dalier is still working hard and persistent, and he is unwilling to give up this opportunity easily. This is his dream for more than ten years.

This dream has been established since he can remember.

After more than ten years of fermentation, this dream has long been regarded as a mission that he must carry out throughout his life.

It is indeed not easy to suddenly make him give up his dream and mission.

"You can't." Marquis Drummond stared at Dalier with a plain tone, "Every head of the Drummond family must be the most powerful. If it were in an ordinary period, you could be a head of the family, but now there are dangers everywhere, and you are not suitable for fighting for this position.

Assisting Rollin and making the Drummond family stronger is your mission!”

The words of the Marquis Drummond made Dariel foolishly like the words of a demon;

He staggered out of the dark room. The wooden door was opened and a ray of light shone in. Marquis Drummond narrowed his eyes slightly. He stayed in the dark for too long and was no longer used to the light.

The Marquis Drummond's decision to let Rollin take over the position of the head of the Drummond family was not impulsive and improvised.

He made a decision based on the fundamental interests of the entire family.

No matter what you have, the Drummond family cannot be defeated!

It can only gradually rise higher, and one day it will break through the sky and stand proudly above the nine heavens.

It feels very comfortable to go back to a familiar place.

Lying on a bed that is not soft but suitable, Rollin feels a sense of satisfaction in vain.

When the battle situation in the northern border was settled, Luo Lin led his army back to the city of Visilla.

He handed over the army to the surrounding area of ​​Visilla and stationed, while Rollin himself returned to Galacti to deal with some things.

With the strong support of Rollin, Galacty City has been extremely perfect in various city defense constructions, and it can even match Visiliar City in terms of overall scale.

Moreover, because it was born here with Dukang wine, which was famous in various countries and the dwarf blacksmith shop, the world's number one forging technology, gradually, Galacty City became a place where merchants from all countries gathered.

Galacty City has thus become the capital of commercial.

Merchants from all over the country transported rare goods from elsewhere to sell them in Galacty City, selling them all, and buying enough gold coins from the dukang wine and weapons made by the dwarves satisfied and returned to the places where they needed to continue selling.

I made a lot of money after going back and forth.

There is no need to repeat the attractiveness of Du Kang wine, and it has now become an irreplaceable product in aristocratic banquets;

In a noble banquet, if you can't even see Du Kang wine, you will be directly out of grade.

The nobles, no matter how big or small, are very proud of their faces. After a while, Du Kang’s wine glasses were stir-fried.

As for the weapons created by the dwarves, they were sold by Rowlin, which mainly dealt with some defective products that were not of quality and some eliminated weapons.

These weapons are better than ordinary weapons, but compared to the weapons that the Galactians are now assembled, they are one level worse.

The profits from weapons sales are a big number. If Rollin completely lets go, the profit will increase exponentially.

However, considering the consumption of iron ore, Rowlin can only limit it to a certain range. After all, the large iron ore vein under the Galactian territory is almost exhausted, and Rowlin has not yet found a large iron ore that can be replaced.

Originally, Rollin had a crush on the Northern Iron Mine, but since the marriage came out, Rollin couldn't directly tear away his face with His Majesty King Alecris.

At least the necessary peace should be maintained. If the marriage was announced to the world and the iron ore invaded the northern border under the name of His Majesty Aleclis, Rollin said that he would also bear the infamy of forgetting his righteousness when he saw profit.

Although Rolling did not attach much importance to this matter, now he is in a honeymoon period with that King Alecris, so it is better to be more restrained.

Anyway, the iron ore vein that is about to be exhausted can still last for a while, so there is no rush to do so.

When he arrived at the dwarf blacksmith shop, the familiar weapon-knocking sound entered Rollin's eyes and ears. From a distance, Rollin saw Avid's iconic wine-trough nose, and was commanding everywhere in the blacksmith shop, and there were anxious shouts from time to time.

This guy has no good temper and always likes to scold him a few times.

When he arrived at the Dwarf Blacksmith shop, he said hello to Avid, and Rollin went straight to the back of the Blacksmith shop;

This time he came to find Lao Tong Hammer. Lao Tong Hammer has been studying rifled muskets for so many days, and he has not responded. Luo Lin felt it was necessary to pay more attention.

Luo Lin walked through the crowd with ease and walked to a simple medium-sized house. From time to time, Luo Lin twitched his mouth. The dwarf's talent and perseverance in research and creation were really terrible, and no danger was worth mentioning to them.

Gently push open the wooden door and the light comes into view.

The top of this room was repaired with transparent crystals. The whole room looked like an open-air square, and the whole room was just the size of an ordinary hall. At this time, there were many kinds of iron tools inside.

In the corner of the room, a dwarf covered in darkness kept tinkering there, muttering words.

Needless to say, this guy is just an old man. He is so old that he really doesn't pity his body when he does scientific research.

This spirit is naturally noble and valuable. It is not just luck that dwarves can create one miracle after another in forging history.

(End of this chapter)
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