Alvin hurried back to the entrance of the Peace Hotel...
That was why Bazel had rushed off: he wanted Alvin to visit the Dwarven Capital.
They were all allies. You'd gone to someone's home as a guest, and they'd asked you to lend a hand and save their underground salt lake. How could you possibly refuse?
In fact, Alvin had no intention of refusing. He'd agreed to help a long time ago.
It was just that there was no need to rush. Alvin wanted to put it off for a while, giving the Allied Forces on Earth a chance to find a way into the Dwarves' trade market.
Even the Peru Plan he'd hastily drawn up earlier needed a key supply of salt to open up the market.
The war had left the Dwarves short of every kind of supply, except for the rare metals that poured out with the volcanic eruptions.
Alvin believed they wouldn't mind trading supplies for the resources they needed in the meantime...
If, after the war ended, the Dwarves were still worried about having their lifeline cut off, Alvin wouldn't mind helping them solve the problem.
Prince Volstagg could surely see what Alvin was after, but he didn't seem to mind much. If anything, he seemed happy to go along with it.
After all, they were allies now. Once the war ended, the Dwarves could deal with the monsters themselves as long as they had the time and manpower.
Once the war was over, the worst that could happen to the Dwarves was that they'd return to their old way of life.
But Volstagg was clearly after something more. Alvin was happy to see how he would play it.
A little scheming between allies to secure some benefits was no big deal, as long as