Iver took the information the trolls had provided very seriously.
He did not speak with them on the crowded streets. Instead, he deliberately led the trolls to a more secluded place.
Considering that coffee was basically shipped in from the Southern Continent, Iver did not take them to a café. Instead, he brought them to a restaurant run by Stibnite People, asked for a private room, and ordered a large amount of roast pork—an entire half-pig, in fact.
The trolls were clearly overwhelmed by the favor. Even in the Theocracy, and even among the elves, not everyone had much patience for trolls, let alone treated them as equals.
"I know a fair amount about your history."
Faced with the young troll priest's halting question, Iver answered calmly, "I can make a deal with you. But you'd better not try to deceive me."
—Of course, Iver actually did not know all that much about the troll race. After all, players had never set foot on the Southern Continent back then. They knew absolutely nothing about the land that had given birth to trolls and goblins.
He did know the history of the trolls, but only their origins. He knew nothing about their culture, customs, or politics—assuming troll civilization even had such things.
For example, trolls and goblins were species born in the same era, in neighboring regions.
These races all had rough, thick skin like rhinoceroses, oversized ears, and hooked noses. Some of them were absurdly tall and had tusks, while others were absurdly short and had fine, flat teeth, but in essence, they could still be considered close relatives.
Even their births had the same cause.
That was the Beast Lord's "creation."
Trolls were beastlike creatures the Beast Lord had created in imitation of giants, while goblins were beastlike creatures