Surrounded by many dwarves, a dwarf wrapped in a cloak, showing only a pair of clear big eyes, was sitting in front of their booth.
In the entire mechanical trading area, their booth was the most crowded. From early in the morning, there had been no lack of customers in front of their booth.
The moment one walked away, ten more would squeeze over.
The goods sold by this dwarf were somewhat different from those sold in other booths. Most of the alchemy products sold by other dwarves could be seen as useful at a glance, but here, there were only small hollow iron balls.
Beside the many small iron balls, a furry red furball was crawling on the dwarf's knees, enjoying the dwarf's scratching.
"Me! I want a small fire horse!" A dwarf, who had managed to squeeze to the front with great difficulty, pointed to a small iron ball and said.
The dwarf stretched out their small white hand and picked up the selected little iron ball.
