Evil One, Face My Attack!

"My name's Rogge Gold. Rogge Gold." The Dwarf wiped his big nose and spoke with an honest, simple look.

...Mr. Rogge, may I ask what your relationship is to the Gold D. Roger next door?...

"Fine. We're short on time, so keep up." Lin Yun wanted to say, With those little legs, how are you going to keep up? But in the end... Lin Yun decided that if this guy was dressing up as a Warhammer Dwarf and had even made himself a Book of Grudges, it might turn out badly.

Next thing you knew, there'd be an entry like: On this day, a human named Basaka mocked me for having short legs.

That wouldn't be fun.

Of course, although the Book of Grudges was famous, it was actually a very formal document, something akin to a legal code.

In fact, ordinary Dwarfs weren't entitled to own a Book of Grudges.

Generally, only the kings of the various Dwarf kingdoms possessed the Great Book of Grudges. The chiefs of Dwarf clans each had a smaller Book of Grudges, more like an ordinary book.

And this Book of Grudges wasn't just a record of grievances. Dwarfs didn't need a book to remember their grudges.

The Book of Grudges was more about making those grudges "official." It was a bit like watching someone die, then remembering that moment over and over.

But when you turned it into mere words, mere numbers, you started to become "rational."

The Book of Grudges served to record the grievance and the price the other party paid for it—whether that price was exacted by the Dwarfs or offered voluntarily. Once the price had been paid, the grievance could be crossed off.

In a way, you could settle things just by paying money.

But that price wasn't pulled