While chatting aimlessly and sipping wine, the silver-bearded dwarf felt that this was the most wonderful night he had ever spent since leaving his hometown of Aveili. Soon, two bottles of Lester and a bottle of Du
The pine nuts were easily gone. Without even waiting for the dwarf to speak, Moriarty directly called the bartender and added three bottles of red dew drops. This wine, which seemed to concentrate the most beautiful essence of grapes, immediately made Guderian's good mood rise again.
To a new level, if this was not a public place in a bar, the dwarves would have even started singing drinking songs loudly.
"Guderian, can you show me your war hammer?" Moriarty clinked the glass again, drank all the ice-cold dew in the glass, and said suddenly.
"My hammer? Okay, here you go, let's see." It stands to reason that dwarves value their weapons very much and would not give them to others easily. However, after a slight hesitation, Guderian still took it
He picked up his black hammer and brought it to Moriarty.
"Thank you." Moriarty took a breath and took it with both hands. It was indeed very heavy, weighing at least a hundred pounds.
"Oh, you are so strong." Seeing the other party accept the war hammer calmly, the dwarf was also surprised. He originally thought that the mage who was born "weak" would not be able to use the ground to move his own hammer, and he even planned to attack the other party.
He immediately retrieved it when he lost strength, but unexpectedly Moriarty caught it safely.
"Well, it's made of fine iron mixed with some copper. No wonder it's so heavy." Moriarty looked at the war hammer in his hand carefully, then lightly tapped the black hammer head on the wooden table, and then
Return it to the dwarf's hands.
"Huh? How do you know?" Guderian took back his weapon, but looked at Moriarty strangely.
"Although this war hammer is hard and heavy, it must be extremely destructive when wielded. But it seems a bit shabby to match Guderian and your status as a seventh-level earth Moradin." Moriarty did not answer the dwarf's question, but he was quite regretful.
It's authentic, as if I feel deeply worthless for the other person.
"This... this black iron hammer is already one of the best in the tribe. The elder gave it to me when he saw me traveling." As if he didn't want his hammer to be looked down upon by Moriarty, the dwarf explained hurriedly.
"But this war hammer is not a magic weapon." Moriarty chuckled, with a dark light in his eyes: "With your strength, it is only fitting that you have a magic weapon."
"Magic weapons...this...can't really compare." Hearing Moriarty say this, Guderian really couldn't say anything.
In fact, the dwarves are also a race that is proficient in smelting and forging. Every year, the plate armor, maces, steel shields and other weapons produced by the dwarf tribes deep in the Aveli Forest are hot sellers on the international fire market.
.The durability and solidity of any weapon produced by the dwarves is second to none. Even the exquisite human craftsmen cannot compare with the craftsmanship that the dwarves have inherited for thousands of years. Not to mention that some large dwarf tribes also occupy special
The earth-fire furnace is enough to smelt the hardest metals to make steel equipment. Therefore, in several epic continental wars in history, the dwarves not only provided a large number of brave warriors to the Holy Alliance, but also became the largest weapon of the Allies.
Manufacturers and suppliers.
However, due to the constraints of their natural racial characteristics, very few dwarves can be promoted to the mage profession, and even fewer can become alchemists. Therefore, for a long time, the main market segment occupied by dwarves' fire equalizing products is traditional equipment.
.As for high-end magic equipment, which is also the most profitable category, it has always been dominated by the Brakada mages.
"No, as your friend, I cannot allow a powerful warrior to only use the weapons of ordinary warriors." Moriarty looked at Guderian, and his tone suddenly became a little high-pitched.
"You..." The silver-bearded dwarf also looked at the mage inexplicably, not knowing what he meant.
At this time, Moriarty suddenly took out a one-star piercing dagger from the space pocket in his sleeve and placed it in front of Guderian.
"This is the magic dagger I made. Although it doesn't quite match your status as a Moradin warrior, I still ask you to accept it." Moriarty said seriously.
"You...made...a magic dagger?" For a moment, Guderian felt as if he was struck by lightning and suddenly panicked. He looked at Moriarty blankly, and at the same time picked up the black dagger absently, and then used it with the dagger.
The sharp point stabbed the back of his hand unconsciously.
"Ugh!" The pain immediately acted like the best sobering agent, waking up the silver-bearded dwarf from his shock. Although the back of Guderian's palms had already developed a thick layer of calluses from years of fighting,
But no matter how tough it was, it couldn't withstand the direct puncture effect, and a large amount of blood immediately flowed from the wound.
"Guderian, are you okay?" Moriarty looked at the dwarf with a faint smile as he tightly covered the wound on the back of his hand, but refused to put down the piercing dagger in his hand. Then he took out another treatment dagger with great care.
Open the potion and pour the cool potion directly onto the other party's wound: "Just rub it with the potion."
"This healing potion..." Seeing the deep punctured wound quickly stop bleeding and closing under the magic light of the potion, Guderian seemed to feel that he was making a shameless waste. In the Avili Forest, the most common one
The price of the healing potion costs several pieces of green forest gold leaves. And unless he is seriously injured, he will not use this precious potion to save his life.
"It doesn't matter, this potion is also produced in my studio. I'll give you half a dozen in a moment." Seeing the dwarf's unbearable look, Moriarty said enthusiastically. But if this was said by Trish
If you hear this, you will definitely criticize the mage for pretending to be a wealthy man, which is a distorted idea.
"You...you still have your own alchemy studio?" This time, the silver-bearded dwarf could no longer hold back and shouted loudly, with a voice so loud that it could even knock off the roof of Roland's Bar.
"Yes, Earth Studio." Moriarty still smiled and pointed to the handle of the dagger Guderian was holding tightly. There was indeed a small shape of a blue planet there.
"Alchemist... Moriarty, are you an alchemist!?" For some reason, the silver-bearded dwarf just felt that his experience tonight was truly an adventure. After just one meal, he actually met a possessor.
The alchemist in the studio made friends. Could this be the adventure of experience that the tribe elders said? Guderian was a little confused.
"Come, put it away. Let's continue drinking." Moriarty did not let the dwarf stay in a daze for long, and covered it with dewdrops again.
"Okay! Cheers!" Of course, you have to give face to a good friend, not to mention that this good friend is also a respectable, valuable, and lovely alchemist. Guderian immediately took a deep breath and used his first magic weapon.
He put it away carefully, and then drank the wine in one gulp with loyalty. Then he took the initiative to pick up the wine bottle for the first time and refilled the mage with new wine.
Who says dwarves are simple anal animals?
Seeing the joyful and affectionate expression of the dwarf in front of him, Moriarty secretly smiled and shook his head, but continued to pick up the wine glass and clink it with his target.
"Ha, you two had a great time drinking. The deadbeat and the bad guy are indeed the same." At this time, a sneer suddenly came from the two of them. You didn't need to look at Moriarty to know that it must be Trish's adjustment.
When the mood returned, I continued to look for places.
When he saw the waitress coming again, the silver-bearded dwarf suddenly felt like he had seen a cat and a mouse, and he shrank back in his seat and did not dare to make a sound. It seemed that the word "deadbeat" was quite lethal to him.
"Is everything packed?" Moriarty didn't look back. He just poured two more glasses of wine and handed one to White. At the same time, he smiled and pouted in the direction of the girl with super green eyes, and then said to the dwarf: "I
Let me introduce, this is my follower, White. This is White's 'good friend', the most beautiful scenery in Roland Bar, Trish."
After saying that, Moriarty stood up and raised his glass at the same time: "I propose that for the sake of friendship, we drink together."
"Okay, cheers!" Moriarty had to give him face, and the waitress couldn't afford to offend him. Guderian was very happy to have a drink with the green-eyed girl to ease the conflict.
"Cheers." White nodded, picked up the wine glass, and looked at Trish.
"Hmph, don't think that I can let you go by saying a few nice words." The green-eyed girl glanced at Moriarty, then at White, and finally reluctantly picked up the cup on the table.
"Cheers!" The four of them clinked their glasses together and drank them together.
After drinking a large glass of ice-cold red dew, Trish's fair face soon had two soft blushes, and her eyes became even hotter.
"Didn't you just say that we were going out to drink? Let's go." Trish slammed the cup on the table, and then looked at it provocatively: "After we go to the 'Pumpkin Cart', let's go to the 'Bell Cat'
, let’s see if I don’t drink you to death!”
For some reason, looking at the arrogant green-eyed girl, Moriarty suddenly thought of the black knife and smiled slightly: "Okay, if you are drunk, I will ask White to give it to you."
"Bah! You're just drunk!" Trish immediately glared at Moriarty, but his thin shoulder seemed to bump into White accidentally.
"Haha, let's go then." Moriarty took out a Cassilias promissory note and threw it on the table. Then he turned to the dwarf and said, "Let's come together. I just drank strong wine and it's time to have a few glasses."
Great golden ale to soothe your throat.”
"That's...good!" After almost a pause, Guderian agreed immediately, with a smile on his face.
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Thanks to "mygoddie" and "Fuji Tianjun" for the reward.
