The reincarnated devil was blessed by the goddess

Theresa's eyes were fixed on the banknote swaying in the wind, and she ran without hesitation.

Don't even think about running away, my money! She muttered to herself as she quickened her pace.

Just as she reached out to grab it, a gorgeously decorated carriage slowly came into view, and banknotes lightly flew over the roof.

But this small obstacle could not stop her.

Theresa used the nearby wall as a support, kicked off with her left foot, and shot out like an arrow. She somersaulted gracefully in the air, and her eyes briefly met with those of the passengers in the car through the window.

After stabilizing her body, she successfully caught the banknote and landed smoothly.

Perfect! Luckily, the pear tea in the bag didn't spill.

Theresa put the change into her bag and turned to look at the carriage. Its exquisite construction betrayed her aristocratic status.

Then she quickly looked away. If she delayed any longer, with Akzhan's slow thinking, he might think she was lost.

From a distance, Akzan was seen lazily leaning against a statue of a goddess, looking relaxed and contented.

This is disrespectful to the gods, be careful of divine punishment.

There seemed to be someone else beside Akzhan, but part of the body was blocked by the base of the goddess statue, and only one arm was visible.

What a mistake! I actually forgot there was a third person and only bought two drinks.

"Hey! You're finally back! I thought you were lost. Come on, let me introduce you. This is my good friend, Titussen!"

Dwarfs? So they are the legendary dwarf race?

Hmm... Not bad! He does look a bit shorter than me.

This dwarf man named Tidarson is only about 1.4 meters tall, has a healthy tan skin color, a sturdy and strong build, and has clear and firm muscle lines.

He has a relatively broad nose and deep, bright eyes, giving people an impression of determination and courage.

He had a thick, rough white beard on his chin, and a small iron hammer hung from his waist, which contrasted with his unique iron filings-colored clothing.

"Hello! Water..."

Theresa greeted him and handed the pear tea in her hand to the dwarf Tidarson, and prepared to hand the other cup to Akjan.

"Forget it, just drink it yourself. Drinking some pear tea is good for your throat. I feel like you've talked enough today. Don't make your voice hoarse, otherwise you will really become a little mute girl." Akzhan politely declined Theresa's kindness.

"Can she speak? I mean, Miss Theresa, does she talk much?" asked the dwarf Tidarson in a rough voice.

"Of course she can speak, but because of some language barriers, she can only stammer out a few words each time."

"So her face can make all kinds of expressions."

"Expression? Haha, even though she always looks expressionless on weekdays, like a playing card, if she is really made angry, you can still clearly see her emotional changes. Wait, why are you asking so many questions here? Let's go to your place to discuss it." Akzan suddenly reacted and looked at Tidarsen in confusion.

While they were discussing themselves, Theresa just stood by and gently unscrewed the lid of the pear tea, taking a sip. The sweet liquid slid down her throat and moistened her dry mouth.

She nodded slightly.

Mm! Very smooth!

"I just want to know which room I should take her to for treatment next. Let's go. I'm really busy. I have a lot of important projects waiting for me to do next." Titdasen turned around and left.

"Let's go, little mute girl! Stop drinking! Let's go!" Akzan shouted back.

After hearing this, Theresa calmly drank the last sip of water, threw the cup into the trash can, and then hurriedly followed.

But this dwarf grandpa...Since Akjan called him grandpa, he must be a grandfather.

As Theresa walked, she could see the dwarf grandfather and noticed that he would look at her from time to time.

Okay, I know what you are thinking. You must think I am a weirdo.

How about…dyeing my hair completely white? It might look good! Theresa pulled her hair, pondering the question slowly.

Then, he successfully crashed into Akzan.

"What are you thinking about? We're here. Watch out, that's Tidarson. You know, craftsmen are all hot-tempered, but he's a top expert in this field. Almost everything in front of you has traces of his handiwork. Including the statue of the goddess in the square, which was carved by him alone." Akzan whispered in Theresa's ear.

This is the first time I've heard Akjan speak in such a tone. It seems like he's really afraid of this dwarf grandpa.

"Be careful when you go in. If you accidentally fall into the lava, you will save the cremation fee." Tiedasen walked inside without looking back.

Inside the workshop, flames danced, illuminating the various tools hanging on the walls, witnessing countless days and nights of hard work and endless wisdom. The air was filled with the echo of metal striking and the crackling of burning coals, the daily symphony of the dwarves and the rhythm of their lives.

So hot... so dirty...

The flying iron filings make people feel as if they are in a world of steel. These tiny particles float freely in the air, as if showing their presence to people.

If anyone wants to work in such an environment, it would be like working in a factory!

"Cough cough cough!" A violent cough sounded.

Ah... We agreed to go see a doctor, why did you bring me to the workshop?

Theresa looked at her surroundings with a puzzled look on her face, her heart filled with confusion and dissatisfaction.

Perhaps dwarves are born craftsmen, they seem to have a special feeling for metal.

If I were still healthy... and had a sound body, I might develop a strong interest in forging.

After all, the sense of accomplishment of creating a beautiful item with your own hands cannot be described in words.

"Ah - sneeze!"

Theresa couldn't help but sneeze loudly, rubbed her itchy nose, and showed a trace of helplessness on her face.

At this moment, a deafening rebuke broke through the noise: "What's going on?! What's happening?! The iron filings are flying like snowflakes!" Titson roared angrily, sweeping across everyone in the workshop.

He kicked over the toolbox of a dwarf apprentice who was sharpening iron, sending shards of iron and grinding wheel flying everywhere with a harsh clang. "Go back and start over! You can't even master the basics, how can you even think about making weapons!"

"Let's go to the room in front." Tidarson's appearance made the dwarves in front panic. They fled in all directions and hid in other places to start working.

"See, am I right?" Akzan raised his eyebrows at Theresa proudly.

Uh...it can't be because of me.

After experiencing this little incident, Theresa became extremely cautious and followed behind obediently, not even daring to cough too loudly.

Then he entered the small room.

Are you sure you can see a doctor here?