Lonely Mountain City,
Facing the dwarves whose intentions were unclear, Bishop Caleb frowned slightly.
The holy knights of the Church of the God of War reacted quickly, gripping their weapons and facing the approaching dwarves in formation.
However, at Kaleb's signal, the holy knights did not make the first move.
When the Dwarf Guards came within a short distance of the Church of the God of War's party, they watched them warily but did not come any closer.
Kaleb noticed that all the dwarves who had appeared were elite troops of the Dwarf Royal Court.
Did something happen in Lonely Mountain City?
Kaleb guessed inwardly.
If that was the case, things would be troublesome.
Dwarves had always been rather xenophobic. They might very well refuse to let them enter Lonely Mountain City because of this.
Then all their effort in crossing the Gano Mountains might have been for nothing.
Just then, a dwarf who was visibly thinner than the others came panting over from behind the Dwarf Guards.
"Who are you people?"
Ricky brushed the dust from himself, coughed, and stared solemnly at the people from the Church of the God of War.
Only after seeing this dwarf, who was clearly no ordinary figure, did Kaleb relax. He stepped forward and said,
"Ricky, it's me, Kaleb."
"Kaleb?"
The dwarf before him looked surprised. He rubbed his eyes and examined him for quite a while, then took a pair of crystal spectacles from his pocket and put them on. Only then did he clearly see Kaleb's face.
"It really is you, Kaleb!"
"You got here so quickly. The approval was only sent back a short while ago."
Ricky looked at Kaleb and said in relief.
It was fine if they were from the Church of the God of War.
For the