Harbin patted his backside and stood up, looking at the astonished gazes around him, yet he felt no shame whatsoever.
Back when those hooligans chased him to his doorstep, he faced much more contemptuous looks than now.
As a new-generation Dwarf of the Dragon Worship Sect, Harbin was highly secularized, lacking the strong sense of honor the older generation held so dear.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have chosen the path of a merchant back then.
Leading a small pony from the stable, Harbin didn't mount it but walked it towards the Town Hall.
After seeing his father and delivering the mithril, he conveniently planned to pick up the list of artisans from Gray Furnace Town for the Holy Casting Department.
Guiding the small pony along the main road of Gray Furnace Town, Harbin looked around, sensing that this place was completely different from the Gray Furnace Town he once visited.
