Despite his advisors' pleas for him to change his mind, the Dwarven King still went ahead with his plans to 'infiltrate' the village.
For safety reasons, he disguised himself through magic to seem like a normal dwarf.
His taller stature slowly beca shorter, his fiery eyebrows beca tar, and the intricate beard braid that covered half his face untangled itself to beco free-flowing down to his knees.
All the characteristics of his royal dwarven blood were gone, turning him into a normal, honest dwarf.
Anyone who gazed at the Dwarven King would feel as if he was just like any other.
Case in point, the Dwarven King approached a single wooden hut in the middle of the forest and knocked on Thrain's door.
"Is anybody—" the Dwarven King roared, but he quickly realized that his voice was too intimidating so he had to change his tone. "Is anybody here?"
Thrain ca out of the cabin and welcod the new dwarf. "Hello, have you co to find paradise in the Parched Lands? What is your na?"
The Dwarven King coughed and thought of the first thing in his mind. "My na is Biru, and yes, I seek the place where beer is plenty!"
Thrain laughed to himself. Biru was perhaps the hundredth dwarf that ca running to his cottage this week alone. The spread of beer within the kingdom opened the dwarves' eyes to Michael's village so much faster than even he could accommodate.
"You are lucky," Thrain said as he patted the Dwarven King's back with a SMACK. "The automobile is just about to arrive."
A couple of minutes later, a loud BEEP BEEP resounded through the forest, signaling the automobile's arrival on the other side of the wall.
Thrain escorted Biru to the wall, letting the Dwarven King set his eyes on the magnificent white concrete wall towering over the trees.
"Amazing…" Biru comnted.
Thrain explained to him about this new material called 'concrete' and how it was used to construct these sturdy walls within just a few days.
"By the way, are you from any villages on the outskirts of the kingdom? If so, then you can tell us so that we can build another wall in place of the destroyed settlent," Thrain asked, but Biru said there was no need.
Finally, they caught sight of the automobile, surprising the Dwarven King.
It was a square tal structure that had no horse, yet could run as fast as one.
"So, this is the automobile…"
And strangely enough, the driver controlling this strange vehicle was a dwarf!
"Thrain, another recruit?" the dwarf asked as he opened the door.
"Yup! Thanks for picking him up!" Thrain guided Biru to the automobile and returned to his post, waiting for the next batch of dwarves that needed help.
The automobile began to drive, and the Dwarven King couldn't help but stare at the dwarf driving the automobile.
He was astonished at how a dwarf was so integrated into the village's culture that he was the one driving this vehicle. Dwarves hated being away from their forges for too long, yet this one voluntarily did so.
"This is the only way I can contribute to the village," explained the dwarf.
The Dwarven King heard that no one was forced to work in that village, yet everyone was working even harder than ever. It didn't make sense to him.
He beca so much more curious as to how the village operated to make the dwarves act like this.
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A couple of days later, Biru the Dwarven King, finally arrived at the 'paradise' in the Parched Lands.
He could only stand in wonder at this strange civilization. Mankeys and Dwarves alike walked around the streets with smiles on their faces, as if they were happy all the ti in their lives.
"You must be the new dwarf! Welco to our village!" said a dwarf, wearing strange red clothes.
"Yes, my na is Biru…" the Dwarven King said, holding out his hand for the other dwarf to shake.
But instead, Biru felt a SMACK on his shoulders as the dwarf put his hands around him. "Don't worry, I'll make sure you get acclimated with the village quickly.
If this was back in the dwarven kingdom, the dwarf would have lost his hand for the cri of touching the King.
But strangely enough, Biru didn't feel offended. This was the first ti soone had actually co close to him without having any reservations, treating him like a normal dwarf.
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"First of all, let's go to the baseball field!" the dwarf said.
"Baseball? What is this strange word?"
"It's our ga!" the dwarf said, pulling on his shirt to show the words 'Dwarven Miners' stitched on the front. "Our team finally reached the finals!"
Biru had no choice as the dwarf forcefully dragged him through the streets.
The Dwarven King watched as fellow dwarves and Mankeys greeted them as they went past, either through a simple hello or a playful 'We'll beat your team tonight!'
Dwarven and Mankey children played on the streets without a care in the world.
They passed through the plaza, where the sll of wonderfully cooked at wafted through the air. There were stalls placed around the area, all of which served so kind of exotic food that everyone seed to love.
Finally, the dwarf dragged Biru to the baseball field, where a lot of dwarves were warming up for the ga.
On the way, the Dwarven King was told everything there was to know about baseball, including all the rivalries within the different teams in the village.
It was evident from the dwarf that this was a big deal for them. Biru couldn't understand why the dwarves took this little ga so seriously when there were other things they could be doing with their days.
"Hey guys! We have a new dwarf in our midst. Let's give a warm welco, shall we?"
The dwarves, all wearing the baseball uniforms and safety gear that Michael made for them, looked at Biru and gave him their warst welcos. They imdiately started to teach him about baseball, about how to properly hit a ball or pitch it.
But Biru still couldn't understand why everyone liked baseball so much.
"Why are you all acting so serious? Baseball sounds easy," said Biru.
The dwarves froze and stared at Biru. For them, this was a sentence that could not be said lightly without having the skill to back it up.
Their eyes showed a strange excitent, as if they had sothing special planned for the little newbie.
Biru seed to have forgotten that he wasn't a King, but a newcor in this village. He had a lot to learn, and the dwarves were going to teach him, whether he wanted to or not.
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