As Anthony swung open the slightly worn-out warehouse doors, the sight before him made his heart leap with joy.
Just as Anthony had anticipated, the warehouse was not only stocked with various weapons and gunpowder but also overflowing with minerals and medicinal herbs, far exceeding his expectations.
"I never imagined you had such a vast stockpile of resources,"
Anthony exclaimed in surprise.
"Well, that's just how we dwarves are; we can't resist stashing away good stuff,"
the elder dwarf at the forefront replied.
"What's your role in Snow Moon City?"
Anthony asked, his curiosity piqued. The fact that nearly eighty wildlings followed his orders indicated that this old man was no ordinary character.
"I'm the chief's right-hand man; they call me Deputy Butch,"
the elder dwarf answe
