Chapter 138 Friendship in War, Dwarves and Wine, Genius
Earth Moradin, an elite among dwarf warriors. According to legend, all dwarf professionals who can be named "Earth", in addition to possessing extraordinary combat skills, also possess some powerful earth-based spell-like abilities.
, can be called the beloved son of the dwarf god Moradin.
"Dear Mr. Guderian, would I be honored to treat you to a glass of wine?" Moriarty looked at the dwarf and asked with a smile.
"Drink?" The silver-bearded dwarf glanced at the other party unexpectedly again, with a trace of confusion and obvious alertness in his eyes, but his slightly trembling Adam's apple betrayed his true reaction.
"Yes. The lettuce and juniper berries in the Roland Bar are very good. I think they are worth trying." Moriarty glanced at the tableware on the floor as if unintentionally. Except for a broken large porcelain plate, there was nothing else there.
There was only a huge ale cup. Of course, the wine in the cup had long been drained.
"Lites? Juniper?" Hearing the names of these two high-altitude drinks, the dwarf raised his neck higher, like a rooster waiting to be fed.
To be honest, Guderian had heard about the names of many fine wines in the Kingdom of Erathia as early as when he was in his hometown of Avili, and he had always been fascinated by them. However, since he started his personal trials and traveled south, he has never had the opportunity to taste them in person.
It’s not that the silver-bearded dwarf didn’t want to, it’s just that his pocket was too dry. Even though he was frugal along the way, after more than half a year of travel, Guderian had already spent several pieces of green forest gold leaves. And
This time Guderian finally plucked up the courage to go into the Roland Bar to have a meal. After hesitating for a long time, he wanted to reward his stomach that had not seen meat for a long time, but he didn't want to inexplicably fall into a default situation.
The embarrassing situation of not paying it back.
"Isn't this... bad..." Guderian hesitated, like a little girl who was asked out on a date, looking "ashamed to leave".
"That's good. The magicians of Brakada and the dwarf warriors of Avili have been solid comrades fighting side by side throughout history. When we meet here tonight, we naturally have to drink a toast to this long-standing friendship and friendship.
." Seeing the expression of the silver-bearded dwarf, Moriarty continued to persuade him diligently, and even elevated the private matter of inviting the other party for a drink to the level of international friendship. However, what he said was not all lies. At least,
Brakada and Avili, who belong to the mages and Earth Moradin respectively, are still allies of the Holy Alliance. From this perspective, we are really comrades-in-arms.
"If you say so..." After hearing such a big truth, the silver-bearded dwarf's mind, which had already begun to be lively, suddenly opened up. However, he just thought that he was going to "reluctantly comply" and went to drink a glass of "comrade wine" together.
At this moment, Trish jumped out again in a shocking way.
"Huh, you haven't paid for the meal yet and you want to go out to drink wine with some shady guy? Hurry, give me the money!" The waitress looked like a debt collector with a vicious look, which made people wonder if the green-eyed girl had a part-time job.
The job of a trade union thug.
"I...I didn't..." The little girl who had just been attracted by the wine suddenly came to her senses under the waitress's ruthless call. The dwarf's faintly happy expression suddenly collapsed again. In desperation, he had no choice but to secretly glance at Mori for help.
Artie, a good comrade who came up behind me.
"All the expenses incurred by Mr. Guderian just now will be charged to my account." Moriarty did not disappoint the dwarf and casually took over the other party's debt.
"You!" Seeing that the prey in his hand was taken away by the mage, Trixi was so angry that her long eyebrows stood up straight.
"Ah, by the way, please bring two more bottles of Retes and a bottle of juniper berries to my table." As if he didn't see the waitress's expression, Moriarty only gave a hateful smile and hugged the silver.
The bearded dwarf walked towards his desk, and finally said: "White, help Trish clean up here."
"Ah, okay." Although he didn't understand why Moriarty wanted to save the dwarves from danger, White quickly agreed because he could stay and clean up the mess with the green-eyed girl.
"Humph, what's good? You and that Moriarty are both the same bad guys. What are you looking at? Why don't you quickly pick up the fallen table? And bring me a broom." He sighed again bitterly.
Looking at the Master's back, the waitress turned around and vented her anger on White's head.
White, who had taken the blame for Moriarty for no reason, just smiled silently and carefully lifted the somewhat broken tabletop with one hand. Seeing the other person's appearance, Trish suddenly felt nervous again for no reason and stopped.
He bent down to help clean it up. But he just refused to look into White's eyes.
Under the guidance of the mage, Guderian came to the round table on the other side and sat down, exhaling a long breath.
"Thank you just now." The dwarf is suspicious by nature, but also quite straightforward. Therefore, he has been forced to fend off the green-eyed girl in many ways before, and he was almost reduced to the status of a bar worker. And Mori
Artie's generous help has greatly won Guderian's favor. Not to mention that the wizard also agreed to treat him to a drink of wine. The dwarf had already made up his mind to give him a good face and get drunk before resting.
"You're welcome. As a friend, this is just the most trivial matter." Moriarty smiled and shook his hand.
Soon, a beautiful blonde waitress brought a few wine glasses, a bucket of ice, as well as lettuce and juniper berries. Apparently, Trish, who no longer wanted to see Moriarty for the time being, arranged for other waiters to deliver them.
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"Come, please."
Moriarty first scooped out ice cubes and put them into two wine glasses, then opened a bottle of juniper berries and poured the transparent wine into the glasses. Immediately, the clear wine slurry hit the bright ice crystals, giving off an extremely pleasant crispness.
The sound of clinking glasses. At the same time, a wonderful aroma of wine that was slightly spicy and slightly sweet spread out from the mouth of the cup, wrapping around the dwarf's wide-open mouth and nose.
"Gu!" Guderian stared at the cup of juniper in front of him that seemed to be filled with heaven, and slowly swallowed his saliva. The huge vibration of Adam's apple made people think that a closed door was kicked open.
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Finally, at Moriarty's urging, the dwarf stretched out a pair of huge palms, gently picked up the cold wine glass, and slowly raised the rim of the glass as if on a pilgrimage, then with a deep expression like a martyr.
, slowly pouring the wine in the cup into his mouth that opened as wide as possible. At this moment, Guderian's movements seemed to be caught in a slow motion. With every swallow of the dwarf, his silver beard moved.
They were swaying and dancing like seaweeds. It was as if what he drank was not just simple wine, but the source of life. Until the last bit of wonderful wine was poured in without missing a drop of ice.
After getting into his throat, Guderian slowly closed his lips and teeth, and then exhaled two strong smells of alcohol from his two huge nostrils like the stingiest miser. His face looked intoxicated, full of praise, and sinking...
Seeing Guderian's appearance as an alcoholic, Moriarty truly believed that it turned out that the dwarves on the mainland were called the "alcoholic people".
"Here, have another glass." Moriarty smiled and refilled the dwarf's empty glass with wine.
"Haha, thank you, Mr. Moriarty." While savoring the miraculous taste on his tongue and taste buds, Guderian smiled fondly and nodded his thanks to Moriarty.
"Just call me Moriarty." The dwarf didn't let the dwarf drink alone anymore. Moriarty also raised his glass to clink it, and then drank it all.
"Haha! Good!" The dwarf likes to drink, and he prefers to drink with people who are good drinkers. After drinking his second drink with Moriarty, Guderian's mood suddenly soared like a high-flying kite.
"Guderian, I just heard you say that you came out of the Avili Forest for the trial. Where have you traveled?" Putting down the half-drunk gin bottle, Moriarty picked up a bottle of thunder.
Tes got a new cup, poured it for the dwarf, and asked casually.
"It only came out last year, so it's still early. Originally, I wanted to go directly to Dejia and have a good fight with those scumbags. But then I was targeted by some sissy necromancers, and then I had no choice but to
Fighting and running, we came all the way to Erathia." In the traditional concept of dwarves, all mage professionals are weak sissies, which includes both the traditional mages of Brakada and the Alliance of the Undead.
The necromancers.
"Just came out..." Moriarty didn't mind the dwarf's inappropriate choice of words. He picked up the wine glass, took a sip, then paused slightly, and then said: "Guderian, you are already a seventh-level Earth Moradin. This
Is this trial a preparation for being promoted to 'Earth Dwarf' in the future?"
"No, this time is just my adult trial. As for the 'Earth Dwarf', the elder said there is no need to rush. It will be too late to do it again in two or three hundred years." He drank another large cup of Letes in one gulp,
The dwarf shook his head, his eyes getting brighter and brighter.
"Adult Trial..." This time it was Moriarty's turn to be surprised. Unexpectedly, the seventh-level earth Moradin in front of him turned out to be just a "young dwarf" who was less than a hundred years old.
What is a genius? This is it! If converted to human standards, the silver-bearded dwarf in front of me is probably not even sixteen years old, but he has the strength of a seventh-level warrior professional. Compared with this case, Moria
Di's record of becoming a second-level mage and a first-level alchemist when he was less than twenty years old seems not to be so dazzling.
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Thanks to "Moonlight and Shadow", "Laughing Heroes", "Fuji Tianjun", and "Da Yin's Sword" for their rewards.
