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"Father."
Breathing heavily, Funina caught up with Joelson. She pointed to the front with a hint of expectation in her eyes and asked, "That's the kingdom of the mountain dwarves, right?"
Joelson nodded with a nostalgic look on his face. He said faintly, "They are the best craftsmen on the continent. The dragon scale inner armor on your body was made by them."
"The meteor sword is also the same, right?"
Funina asked excitedly.
Joelson smiled and did not say anything.
The anticipation in Funina's eyes became more and more intense.
Compared to more than ten years ago when they entered the dwarven market, it was more prosperous. People from various races on the continent kept coming and going.
A large number of people gathered at the entrance of every dwarven blacksmith's shop. There were dwarves' rough voices echoing in the market like thunder.