The Ruins

"Strange!"

Fang Yuan saw the scene, and a sharp glint flashed in his eyes.

"Building houses out of stone bricks isn't the style of Ingsman or the O'Farrell Continent... And these stone houses are far too small..."

Blackbeard let out a cackling laugh. "Unless their original owners were all a bunch of dwarves!... I think I've got a rough idea."

"Mm, I thought of it too. These should be the remains of some prehistoric civilization, later discovered and put to good use by these natives... As for which civilization..."

Fang Yuan rubbed his chin. "They were short, yet highly creative. Could they have been the ancestors of the dwarves..."

If he followed that line of thought, perhaps the Solo Pirate Group had chosen this place as their final treasure trove because even the Sun had been a gift they'd obtained from these ruins.

"Dwarves like living in caves, preferably places rich in ore. This definitely isn't one... And those doors and windows would be far too narrow for their burly frames... So they must be gnomes!"

Blackbeard sounded confident.

"Gnomes?!"

Before Fang Yuan could speak, Bill couldn't help blurting out, "Those scrawny, filthy, ignorant green-skinned midgets?"

The age of geographical discovery was also the dawn of the discovery of other races.

At least, these well-traveled pirates had long known that humans weren't the only race in the world. Elves, dwarves... none of them were rare.

Elves were graceful and nimble, dwarves were burly and strong, and the other races all had their own talents—or, you could say, strengths.

But gnomes... nearly every pirate had a preconceived notion of them: trash!

They were short and skinny, backward and ignorant; they hadn't even developed a written language. They paid no attention to cleanliness, and a foul stench perpetually clung to them.

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