By the time Chen Yu led the Demon Army back to his domain, the sky had grown completely dark. The Poisonous Sting Bees placed glowing gray gravel crystals on tree branches, briefly illuminating the castle for the night.
It wasn't until the next morning, as night faded and golden dawn spilled over the fortress, that Anvil and Count Brand, who had gone out for supplies, returned in their carriage, laughing and chatting all the way.
"Hahaha! You're a nobleman of the Kingdom, all right! Count Brand, you're so worldly—you even know all those embarrassing stories about the southern Dwarves."
Count Brand stood on his shoulder, head held high in pride. "Oh-ho! Don't be so surprised. This Count knows everything from the heavens above to the earth below. Of course I'd have some knowledge of these countryside rumors."
"Those Dwarves always have those awful, red, clown-like noses. It's ridiculous."
