Hearing Laurent’s words, not only Morgen but even Betty, the Valkyrie with the bloodline of the Northern Kingdom, showed great interest.

She extended her hand and gently wiped the bright white blade of the sword with two fingers. Caressing this greatsword that originally belonged to Grot.

The blade was incredibly sharp and cold, capable of piercing through the scales of a giant dragon.

This greatsword, which had once severed the armor of the cyclops Koso, weighing several tons and causing him grave injuries, had an extraordinary origin. It was bestowed upon Grot’s ancestors by the royal family of the Northern Kingdom due to their remarkable military achievements.

Betty knew that the reason for the sword’s sharpness was not only due to the countless times it was forged by the dwarf master smiths but also because a fist-sized piece of mithril was added during its forging.

This precious metal, capable of enhancing the performance of weapons by several grades, was always treasured by the royal family of the Northern Kingdom.

No one understood the importance of mithril better than her.

“Are you sure it’s a mithril vein? What qualifications does a mere merchant have to know information that could cause two countries to wage war?” Betty couldn’t help but directly question.

Her voice was lazy yet mature, the epitome of a mature woman.

Laurent glanced at Morgen, and after seeing a gesture from him indicating to answer, Laurent respectfully bowed deeply to the lady who was said to be a level beta Northern warrior.

One must always show enough respect to the strong.

“Lady Betty, the mithril vein was not discovered by me, but by the dwarves.”

Dwarves?

Morgen raised an eyebrow. How did dwarves get involved in this?

Dwarves have a significant reputation in the world of Glory, known as natural weapon forgers. Weapons produced by dwarves are synonymous with quality.

“Tell me more,” Morgen also became interested at this point. Dwarves and mithril veins, these two terms combined seemed much more reliable than the merchant Laurent.

If the mithril vein was discovered by dwarves, then its credibility would rise significantly.

These dwarves, who have a crazy passion for mining, could be believed to have dug up a mithril vein. Even if they dug up lava, found a dragon’s nest, or even broke through the world to another dimension, Morgen would believe it.

“Yes,” Laurent said with a tone of fortune, “Lord Morgen, do you remember the scene when we first met outside Green City last October?”

Morgen nodded. At that time, the Golden Wheat Commerce Guild had just returned from the border, and their goods were plundered by orcs.

He also returned to Green City from the ancient vampire castle, which had not yet been renamed the City of Dawn.

It was because of that chance encounter that Morgen decided to acquire the Golden Wheat Commerce Guild.

“The story originated from there,” Laurent began his detailed narration, which also had a story-like quality.

Half a year ago, before Laurent went bankrupt and was acquired by Morgen, he had put all his fortune, even borrowing two hundred gold pucks from the Green City Commerce Guild, preparing to trade mithril at the border.

The seller of the mithril was a dwarf living on the border, and Laurent had also learned of this news by chance.

He had only intended to try his luck, but unexpectedly, he really bought mithril ore from the dwarves… Although the quality of this batch of ore was low, and the mithril that could be smelted out was probably pitiful, it was enough for him to make a fortune.

However, just as he was happily preparing to return to Green City with the mithril ore, he encountered a plunder by orcs, and all the goods were taken away. The subsequent events were consistent with Morgen’s memory. Because of bankruptcy, he was taken in by Morgen and became a member of the Crimson Mage Tower, starting his path to rise again.

But if things were just like this, Laurent wouldn’t have received the current news.

As the Golden Wheat Commerce Guild grew and strengthened, Laurent never forgot the mithril ore that could bring huge profits and was extremely precious.

He even thought of regaining the mithril ore to be reused by Morgen.

So, Laurent kept sending people to the border to look for news of the dwarves again, but due to the orc invasion, the contact points established by the dwarves had long disappeared, and reluctantly, this plan was shelved.

However, a month and a half ago, things changed again.

As the Golden Wheat Commerce Guild rapidly grew in strength and influence, and with continuous trade with the border, Laurent’s people contacted the dwarves again.

To his disappointment, the dwarves temporarily announced they would not sell mithril ore. Although disappointed, Laurent still established a trading relationship with the dwarf tribe, hoping to purchase the precious mithril ore again in the future.

He had almost given up hope, as dwarves are the world’s best craftsmen, and such precious ore would not be sold in large quantities.

But the exciting news came. Three days ago, the dwarves suddenly sought help from Laurent.

Curious, Laurent asked in detail and learned the reason.

It turned out that the habitat of the dwarf tribe was not within the land of the Nolan Empire but in the barren wastelands within the orc empire, in the distant mountains of the orc-controlled area.

The distant mountains are vast, spanning both the Nolan Empire and the orc empire. The barren wasteland side also has a long mountain range, and the dwarf tribe is hidden in this endless mountain range.

Due to a lack of food and various living supplies, the dwarves often traded forged weapons, equipment, and ores with humans at the border in exchange for the materials they needed.

Even the most carefully hidden secrets may one day be discovered, let alone large-scale transactions.

After trading with the outside world for a long time, the dwarves’ vigilance decreased, and inadvertently, a powerful orc tribe near the dwarf habitat discovered their tracks.

Without a doubt, a war between races began.

The orcs treated the dwarves no differently than humans, seeing them as enemies.

Although the dwarves are also a race with strong combat capabilities, their numbers are too few. The entire dwarf tribe, under the attack of an army of over ten thousand orcs, only held out for three days before being completely overrun.

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The dwarf tribe became captives of the orcs.

And the dwarf who escaped to find Laurent wanted to make a deal with him. As long as he could rescue his people, he was willing to offer a newly discovered, unmined mithril vein as a reward.

After listening to Laurent’s words, Morgen had a strange expression.

How does this sound a bit far-fetched?

Isn’t this just like the stories told by wandering bards?

"Laurent, how can you be sure that the dwarf’s words are true?

And you’re just a steward of the Golden Wheat Commerce Guild, why would they seek help from you? What makes you qualified to help?

Do you have the capability to face an army of tens of thousands of orcs? And that too, on the barren wastelands.

You’re not unaware of whose territory the barren wastelands are, right? To face an army of tens of thousands of orcs on the barren wastelands, even Green City would have to think twice."

Bella’s tone was very calm behind Morgen, although a complete mithril vein also moved her.

As the real power holder of the Crimson Mage Tower, the information she had come into contact with during this time naturally made her aware of the preciousness of mithril.

But the risk involved was too great, an army of tens of thousands of orcs.

Even if the entire Crimson Mage Tower was sacrificed, it would not be able to face such a powerful enemy.

Laurent’s face showed a bitter smile, "Lady Bella, the dwarves naturally wouldn’t seek help from me.

The reward proposed by the dwarves is for Lord Morgen," he said with some admiration in his eyes, "Lord Morgen now has considerable influence on the border.

Wandering bards sing praises of his legend, merchants discuss his legendary deeds, and mages admire his talent…"

Hearing this, Bella’s mood improved a lot, and she sneakily glanced at the handsome profile, feeling satisfied.

“The dwarves asked me to seek help from you, saying that only the Crimson Mage Tower has the ability to save them…”

Morgen’s eyes flashed with contemplation.

“What if we refuse?”

Laurent shook his head, “They didn’t say, but I think they would probably seek other forces.”

“It’s probably not that simple,” Morgen’s mouth curved into a meaningful arc, "Although these dwarves are in a desperate situation, their wisdom is not low.

Laurent, never underestimate a group of intelligent beings."

“Believe me, right now in Green City, we are the only target for the dwarves.”

Hearing this, the three people in the room were somewhat puzzled, looking at him curiously.

Morgen’s tone became more serious, “I come from a small town on the border…”

This made Betty, who knew Morgen’s true identity, slightly pout, but she did not refute.

"The Kachar family was destroyed because of the orcs. I was forced to wander to Green City, and although I established the Crimson Mage Tower there, the hatred for the orcs cannot be reconciled.

If there is a generous reward as bait, and it involves attacking orcs, the dwarves must believe that I will not be stingy with my power.

In addition to that, there is another very important point…"

“What is it?” Bella asked curiously

“What’s the matter?” Bella asked curiously, playing her part in the conversation well.

Morgen smiled slightly, “It’s about Master Spark.”

“Master Spark?” Laurent was puzzled, “What does this have to do with Master Spark? The dwarves need your help.”

Morgen shook his head, “Laurent, you have a good business mind, but you’re far off in this regard.”

Laurent looked ashamed, “I’m sorry, Lord Morgen.”

“In fact, the dwarves are probably targeting my mentor behind me. Master Spark should be their main goal,” Morgen’s eyes were profound.

"Even if the Scarlet Mage Tower sent all its forces, it couldn’t possibly deal with an army of ten thousand orcs. I believe the dwarves are well aware of this. But it doesn’t matter if I can’t do it, someone can, my teacher, Master Spark.

"This mithril vein, I think, is not actually a reward for me, but for my teacher. Not only is he the master of the White Tower, but also the vice president of the Mage Association of Green City. With his many years of influence in Green City, if he is determined,

“Then not just ten thousand orcs, even fifty thousand orcs could be eradicated with enough power mobilized.” Morgen was somewhat emotional; Master Spark’s years of accumulation were not in vain, otherwise, the Scarlet Mage Tower wouldn’t have been able to develop and grow so smoothly without external scrutiny.

“So, the dwarves initially wanted to use you to pass the message to Master Spark? But why didn’t they go directly to Master Spark?” Bella continued to inquire.

Morgen looked at his maid appreciatively, her timing was perfect. Indeed, she was someone close to him, with a tacit understanding.

"Because, why would they?

"What right does an ordinary dwarf have to meet the vice president of the Mage Association of Green City, the master of the White Tower, a powerful archmage?

"Moreover, even if they did meet, what could the dwarves offer to gain his trust?

"Would the teacher believe a dwarf who suddenly appeared out of nowhere?

"Would he attack an army of ten thousand orcs for an uncertain mithril vein?

"But if the news comes from me, it’s different.

“After all, I am the disciple of the teacher.”

Morgen paused, his eyes reflecting a hint of emotion, "And even if the teacher ultimately refuses to do it, it does no harm to the dwarves,

"Because the dwarf can use the teacher’s name to continue seeking other forces.

"Master Spark is very tempted by this, but ultimately gave up due to other considerations, this matter has been certified by Master Spark…

“With these titles, do you think there will be forces interested in the dwarves’ claims?”

Morgen shrugged, concluding the discussion.

"So the message the dwarf gave you is just to pass it on to me, and passing it on to me is just to pass it on to the teacher.

“Even passing it on to the teacher is not their ultimate goal; they might need Master Spark’s name to negotiate with other forces.”

After hearing Morgen’s words, not only Laurent and Bella, but even Betty, the royal warrior of the North, opened their mouths in surprise, looking at Morgen with astonishment.

The Northern female warrior suddenly felt that these humans were so complicated… The schemes were so deep, she longed to return home.

“Is the dwarf’s information false? Or do they have no intention of cooperating with us?” Laurent looked at Morgen admiringly, how could there be such a gap between people?

Morgen shook his head, “No, this message is most likely true, and the dwarves’ intention to cooperate with us is very strong.”

Betty was completely confused at this point; she found she couldn’t quite understand Morgen’s words.

“Then why do you question them…”

Morgen’s mouth curled up slightly, meaningfully, "It all depends on our attitude,

"If we agree, then the dwarves will immediately start to act, but if we don’t, they will immediately seek other forces to cooperate.

"This is not contradictory.

"As for why I say they are eager to cooperate with us, it’s evident because they came to us first.

“Moreover, in the entire Green City, we are undoubtedly their first choice, after all, I have a family feud with the orcs that led to its destruction.”

Morgen’s words helped everyone clarify their thoughts.

“Lord Morgen, your wisdom is enough to amaze the goddess,” Laurent realized his intelligence was simply rubbed off by Morgen, such simple information could deduce so much.

“Then, do we help the dwarves?” Betty couldn’t help but speak up, as a Northern warrior, her blood was filled with the fervor of battle.

If Morgen decided to send troops, then there would surely be a battle, which was much more interesting than practicing swordsmanship in the Scarlet Mage Tower.

Morgen looked at the female warrior whose fighting spirit was rising and shook his head, “No, we never help those who are not our allies.”

This immediately dimmed Betty’s eyes, no battle again, what a boring life.

A smile flashed in Morgen’s eyes, "However, we can fight for fairness and justice.

“The lowly and filthy orcs dare to bully the weak and kind dwarves, as mages who uphold justice and light in our hearts, we should eradicate evil and save the good.”

These words immediately lifted Betty’s spirits, her eyes burning as she looked at him, seemingly ready to swing her giant sword for him at any moment.

“Laurent, where is that dwarf, I want to talk to him.”

“The dwarf is staying at the inn next to the Golden Wheat Company’s station, I’ll bring him to you.”

Morgen shook his head, “Give me the address, you don’t need to interfere with the rest.”

After speaking, his gaze became very stern, "Also, this matter is not allowed to be mentioned to anyone,

"All those who know about this matter must immediately be ordered to keep silent, those from the Golden Wheat Company must be immediately transferred to patrol the Scarlet Mage Tower, and are not allowed to go out.

“For those who are not from the Golden Wheat Company, send someone out to capture them and imprison them.”

Hearing this, Laurent’s heart chilled; he naturally understood the importance of this matter.

This was a big deal about going to war with an army of ten thousand orcs, and it also involved a mithril vein that could cause two kingdoms to wage war.

The wealth and crisis contained within were enough to take one’s breath away; if leaked, even the Scarlet Mage Tower might not fare well.

“Yes, Lord Morgen, only my two confidants are aware of this matter, I will send them to the Scarlet Mage Tower immediately to await your orders.”

Morgen nodded slightly, showing a satisfied smile, and stood up to pat Laurent’s shoulder.

“You’ve done well recently, keep it up, the Scarlet Mage Tower will not mistreat anyone who has made contributions.”

Laurent felt the encouragement in Morgen’s eyes, his heart warmed, and he nodded firmly, “Lord Morgen, Laurent will not disappoint you.”

After Laurent left, Morgen immediately began instructing Bella.

“Bella, during this time, let Isha stay with the teacher and not go anywhere else, I’m taking Betty away, you handle the affairs of the Scarlet Mage Tower.”

Bella approached Morgen, her dark eyes revealing a heartfelt smile.

“Lord Morgen, Bella will manage the Mage Tower for you.”

Looking at the exquisite and beautiful face before him, Morgen reached out and pinched it, the smooth and silky touch made him laugh heartily.

“Wait for me to come back”

After speaking, he nodded to Betty, who was already holding her giant sword ready to set off.

The latter immediately followed, ready to trigger.