บท 391: The Dwarf's Hope

Survival was the number one priority for people in the underground world.

It didn't matter who ruled them, as long as they were allowed to live.

The territory was free to manage the underground world, which allowed the underground world to develop to its full potential.

No one paid Jax any attention as he walked through the streets.

The old dwarf didn't mind. He was nervous and excited. He quickened his pace.

After passing through two streets, he turned right toward a small manor. He ignored the mechanical puppets guarding the door, pushed open the door, and walked straight in.

"Patriarch!"

"Lord Jax!"

The moment the door of the manor opened, everyone turned to look at him.

The dwarves looked at him expectantly.

In the past, the old dwarf had always felt a little ashamed when facing them. He knew what his people were waiting for, but he didn't have anything to give them.

It was different this time.