After Durin left, the big guy took a gold ingot from the White-headed Turtle's bosom. He squeezed it, looked at the fingerprint on the ingot, and nodded: "Pure gold. They all say that Little Mister is benevolent and a first-class big spender. If I had begged like that to another legendary figure, I might have gotten a scolding."
"Who told you to see for yourself." The short girl said with a smile.
"People always talk, ancient books say either a capable minister in peaceful times or a villainous hero in chaotic times. Now, encountering someone praised by the grandfathers and the various prime ministers, I have to see for myself if it's true or false."
"How did Your Highness see it?" asked the White-headed Turtle with a smile.
