After returning to the Death Cemetery, Han Shuo did not linger long before setting off for the village where the dwarves lived. He finally reached their village as night was approaching.
Bennett and the other dwarves were as warm and welcoming as ever. As soon as Han Shuo arrived, some brought out what little fine food they had for him to sample, and the cup before him was filled early with fruit wine brewed using their secret method.
"You haven't visited for several days, Han. Have you been well lately?" Bennett asked, looking at Han Shuo.
"Thank you for thinking of me. I've been very well lately. I came this time to bring you the food I promised." As Han Shuo spoke, he took bag after bag of food out of his Spatial Ring: some wheat, plenty of milk bread, and even chunks of cured meat.
"Oh, my amazing friend, everyone in our village will be grateful for your kindness." As Han Shuo's Spatial Ring flashed repeatedly and so much food suddenly appeared on the ground, Bennett, who had recently begun to find life difficult, became indescribably excited and immediately cried out softly.
Some dwarven women and children nearby also put down their work and suddenly gathered around with cheers, embracing one another in celebration with tears filling their eyes.
Seeing how excited this food made the dwarves, Han Shuo understood that their lives certainly could not have been easy. Every winter must have been an ordeal for them. But this time, because Han Shuo had appeared, the dwarves no longer had to worry about their livelihood.
Village Chief Calvin was coming over from the forge with some of the other strong young dwarven men. He looked a little surprised at the excited cheers coming from this direction, and only