Nalant walked straight over to the carriage the Dwarves had delivered, then picked up a mining pick from one of the baskets.
The pick was only a little over forty centimeters long, its design identical to the mining picks from his previous life. One side was a flat shovel blade, suitable for digging.
The other was a curved cone, suitable for breaking and chiseling stone.
Two inscriptions had already been engraved onto the pickhead.
The effects of those two inscriptions were toughness and lightness.
Although even the handle of the mining pick was made of metal, it felt weightless in his hand.
"Not bad!"
The Dwarves' craftsmanship was beyond question. Nalant knew without even testing it that the pickhead had been made flawlessly.
"Hehe, it's good that you like it, Nalant... um..." Seeing Nalant's approval, Black Tower immediately beamed.
The next moment, he rubbed his hands together, his face full of expectation.
"Haha, as for the reward we agreed upon beforehand, ten barrels of Storm Eye liquor for each of you, plus one month of free meals at the town restaurant!"
"Thomas, later, tell Mario to put it on the accounts for Black Tower and these three Dwarves!"
Naturally, Nalant understood what Black Tower meant and readily gave them their reward.
If you wanted the horses to run fast, you had to feed them enough hay.
Besides, in the Dwarves' eyes, Storm Eye was absolutely top-tier liquor.
Yet Nalant and his people knew that a jug of Storm Eye cost only one silver coin. It could hardly be any cheaper.
Using it as payment for the Dwarves was an absolute steal.
"Haha, thank you, Nalant! You truly are a generous human noble!"
Black Tower was overjoyed, and the three Dwarves beside him were no different.
Only after hearing Black Tower's