This is also the origin of the ministers of the Dwarf Kingdom.
In fact, even if possessing exceptional wisdom, not many dwarves are willing to become ministers.
Their minds are much simpler.
For most dwarves, so-called power is not as appealing as the sparks flying around the forging furnace and the aroma of rich ale.
The dwarf ministers looked at each other and said as usual:
"So this time, everyone will discuss the matters at hand and then report them collectively to His Majesty?"
"Still doing it this way?"
A relatively young dwarf frowned slightly.
He had just become a minister of the Dwarf Kingdom not long ago and was still somewhat worried.
"It was one thing before, but now with all the chaos around the northern Phillips Crystal, aren't we going to intervene?"
"Alfonso, let those people do what they want."
Nearby, an old dwarf named Habeden shook his head and said indifferently.
His beard had started to turn white, making him look quite elderly.
