Upon hearing this, Kana got up, "Let’s go have a look."
Kana followed Rein briskly outside, and Bobo suddenly jumped onto Alyris’s shoulder.
"I’m not your mount, why do you always like to perch on my shoulder these days?" Alyris couldn’t help but say.
This was clearly not the first time this had happened.
Although Bobo was a mouse and not heavy, it always felt a bit strange to have him hanging on.
"Bobo can’t perch on Kana, can he? If he did, you’d definitely be the first to complain.
Not just you, Blake would be even more annoyed.
Since Bobo can’t perch on Kana, he’ll just stay on you. Aren’t we friends? How could you be so heartless?
You take one step, and I have to take three to keep up. If you walk fast, Bobo will get left behind.
Is Bobo heavy? Besides..."
In response to Alyris’s brief words, Bobo unleashed a torrent of complaints, unable to stop talking.
Alyris couldn’t take it anymore and quickly pinched Bobo’s mouse mouth shut.
"Alright, alright, I won’t say anything, okay? Let’s go."
Alyris couldn’t bear it, so she hurried along with Bobo out.
They made their way all the way to the outskirts of the village.
Apart from Blake and the others, the Count had also received the message and was waiting here.
Kana arrived just in time. As soon as he got there, he could see a large group of people approaching from a distance.
"Why are the Dwarves here too?" Bobo, perched on Alyris’s shoulder, wondered aloud.
Alyris was also a bit puzzled.
Only Kana showed a smile; sending a few Dwarves here at this moment spoke volumes.
It was clear that his message had achieved its intended purpose. If all went as expected, the Gray Mountain Dwarves would become loyal allies of the Night Watchers.
They left with just a group carrying some food, but they returned with a large party, dragging several massive carts behind them.
It turned out that the carts were being pulled by War Sheep.
You had to admit, these War Sheep raised by the Gray Mountain Dwarves were an impressive source of labor.
"Haha, Kana, I came to find you!" From afar, you could hear Getai’s voice.
Even before the convoy arrived, Getai rode a War Sheep ahead to them.
The surrounding soldiers and some curious villagers looked at these Dwarves with interest.
They were very grateful and intrigued by the Dwarves, knowing the situation before. If not for the sudden intervention by this group of Dwarves, their evacuation would have been challenging.
Kana crouched and embraced Getai.
Then more Dwarves came over, each politely hugging Kana.
It was only then that Kana realized all these Dwarves were the ones who had fought alongside him at the watchtower.
Some had been saved by Kana from the cursed Plague, some were Warriors from the time.
With Getai, there happened to be ten in total.
"Haha, Evil Breaker, long time no see."
"Are we having a feast tonight? Let’s not return until we’re drunk!"
Hearing this, Kana chuckled and shook his head, "Sorry to disappoint you; we’re running low on food. Where would we get the wine?"
"Haha, don’t worry!" Getai laughed heartily, evidently prepared.
He dashed to one of the carts, pulled back the cover, revealing a load of barrels filled with wine.
"We anticipated this. Drink what we brought you—it’s a gift from the Master of Brewing."
Indeed, Kana smiled wryly, not at all surprised.
Still, he said gratefully, "Pass my thanks to the Master of Brewing for me."
"There’s no messenger to pass your words now. We received orders from the Three-Man Council to assist you and join your organization.
From now on, you’re our boss," Getai said nonchalantly.
His expression even showed a noticeable excitement.
The surrounding Dwarves cheered with raised fists.
"We’re now subordinates of the Evil Breaker!"
"Following him to eradicate evil!"
"Take out those disgusting creatures!"
This group of Dwarves was inexplicably enthusiastic.
The previous battle at the watchtower made them detest those bizarre monsters.
Taking advantage of their excitement, Kana began to converse with George.
"Your Highness, I’ve delivered your message, and this is the grain we purchased. Some of it is a gift from the Dwarves."
Or George pointed to the last cart, "On that one are some necessary tools. The Sage said if there are any more grain purchasing needs, we can send people over anytime. They have plenty to sell to us."
Kana nodded and turned to the Count, "I leave the following matters to you, no problem, right, Uncle?"
"Haha, of course, no problem. We need to properly entertain these Dwarf friends; tonight calls for a feast."
The Count had wanted to hold a feast for a while, to let soldiers and villagers relax a bit.
Lack of food had been a constraint before. Now they had plenty. It was time to relieve the sorrow and gloom of recent times.
Exiled from home, losing family members.
The villagers badly needed such a feast.
Kana, accompanied by George and the Dwarves, made their way into the stronghold.
Fortunately, anticipating future needs, they had built the stronghold spacious enough and left some rooms on the second floor.
For now, these Dwarves would have to squeeze in and rest upstairs.
The group of a dozen made the first floor look a bit cramped.
As soon as they entered, Getai handed Kana a letter.