Chapter 140 Human-shaped green dragon, sold for ten years, heartbeat
Many years later, whenever someone asked Guderian why he chose to become a follower of Moriarty in the first place, the silver-bearded dwarf would always pretend to be serious first, and then answer solemnly and unusually: "Heroes value heroes.
that is it."
But every time Trixie hears such remarks, the young lady will definitely denounce them as nonsense. In addition to spitting at Guderian's "hypocrisy and shamelessness", Trixie will take the trouble to explain to the person involved,
How a dwarf who was accustomed to defaulting on his debts succumbed to the power of gold coins and magic equipment and became a "lackey" of a bad guy.
For Trixi's slander and slander, the powerful silver-bearded dwarf did not dare to refute him face to face, and even had to apologize awkwardly. Only in the absence of Trixi, Gudry
An Caihui seemed to be extremely generous and sighed: "A good dwarf doesn't fight with women."
After a night of drinking, when Guderian woke up late the next day, he felt as if his head had been trampled back and forth a hundred times by a group of galloping centaurs, and his hangover headache felt like it was tens of millions.
The two small awls drilled together into the dwarf's brain.
Taking a deep breath, Guderian stretched out two huge palms and patted his cheeks vigorously, trying to make himself more awake. But after he calmed down a little, the memories that had been submerged by the massive amount of alcohol began to appear again.
A revolving door kept popping up in the dwarf's still somewhat confused mind. In these scenes, in addition to the wonderful moments of joyful drinking, there were also other moments that made the dwarf unbearable to look back on. Among them, Guderian felt the most
What is shameful and unacceptable is the scene of Trish holding a small wine bucket and drinking eighteen glasses of wine with him. Moreover, the dwarf's last memory is the blurry sky spinning and the arrogant smile of the green-eyed girl.
in the sound.
"When that woman drinks...she is really a human-shaped green dragon!" Sitting on a strange bed, Guderian shook his head vigorously, as if to drive the biggest nightmare in his life out of his mind. In the eyes of the dwarf,
Come on, being fucked by a woman in a wine shop is simply more embarrassing than retreating without a fight on the battlefield.
"Who do you think is the humanoid green dragon?" Suddenly, Trish's voice appeared behind Guderian, and the dwarf immediately jumped up in alarm. He hurriedly looked back, only to see the green-eyed girl with her hands on her hips, looking annoyed.
He looked at himself with disdain: "What a useless guy!"
"I...where is this?"
The dwarf almost didn't have the courage to look at Trixi anymore. For one day and one night, the green-eyed girl seemed to be Guderian's nemesis, suppressing him tightly and unable to raise his head. Even if he was framed for defaulting on his debt, he actually fought hard
Drinking wine was no match for him, and the dwarf only felt that there was nothing more sad than heartbreak.
"This is my home."
The green-eyed girl threw a wet towel in her hand to her. The dwarf quickly took it and wiped the wine stains on the corners of his mouth and the sweat on his forehead.
"Why did I come to your house?" After wiping, Guderian looked at the green-eyed girl awkwardly.
"Humph, you're not that bad guy. After drinking, you all swarmed into my house with the excuse of not having a place to stay. As for you, you agreed to be my follower, so naturally you were stuffed in together." Trish
Angry and unfair.
"Ah? Me? Follower?" Hearing these words, Guderian was stunned. Immediately, another string of true and false memories began to float slowly from his wine-scented brain, leaving the dwarf stunned.
Stunned and speechless.
"Yes, it's you! You sold yourself for ten years just for a set of magic armor and a new hammer. Hmph, that's really bad!" Looking at Guderian's innocent expression, Trish snorted disdainfully.
He shouted, then turned and left.
"Followers..."
The silver-bearded dwarf watched the green-eyed girl walk out of the room in confusion and lost focus, muttering like a mother-in-law.
Now, Guderian was finally fully awake, or rather awakened. After just drinking a night of flower wine, he had "ruined" ten years of his youth. The dwarf, who was slowly recalling the whole story, even thought in annoyance.
Give yourself a few blows with the black hammer next to you.
Sure enough, as the tribe elders said, the outside world is extremely dangerous, and now Guderian really believes it from the bottom of his heart. But who can be blamed for this?
Blame Moriarty? Obviously not. This generous mage did not take advantage of others or use any despicable means. He just asked himself very sincerely if he was willing to become his follower when he was drunk and at the height of his passion. And his answer
What? Guderian can't remember it clearly, or he doesn't want to recall it clearly. The only thing that is certain is that after some haggling like a hawker, Moriarty gave him a set of magic armor plus a handle.
Magic Warhammer successfully recruited the silver-bearded dwarf to become its follower for ten years. Even at that time, the dwarf was very excited about such a deal and loudly claimed that he was the smartest businessman among the dwarves. But now that he thinks about it?
What a shame! How can I be the smartest businessman among the dwarves? At best, I am just the smartest product.
However, the deal is already done and everything is too late. It is impossible for a dwarf who has always made huge promises to break his promise.
"Forget it, it's a good deal to earn a whole set of magic equipment. It only lasts for ten years, and it will be over soon. Besides, that Moriarty seems to be a good person. At least he can drink.
Not bad, and he is also a rare alchemist..." Until now, Guderian could only find many excuses in his heart for his ten-year buyout, and kept thinking to comfort himself.
In this way, after another moment of "self-salvation" like praying alone, Guderian mustered up the courage to walk out of the room. In the hall outside, he saw Moriarty sitting quietly on a sofa.
Reading a magic book quietly.
"How do you feel, Guderian?" Seeing the dwarf come out, Moriarty put away the book and stood up with a smile.
"Okay... not bad." He suddenly became the other party's follower. To be honest, the dwarf was still a little uncomfortable with it.
"That's good. Let's go. After drinking all night, I think you're a little hungry too. Let's go out to eat something." Moriarty didn't seem to notice the unnatural look on the silver-bearded dwarf's expression, and just smiled.
"Eating... is good." He didn't think so even if he didn't mention it. As soon as he heard Moriarty mention eating, Guderian immediately felt an indescribable "emptiness, loneliness and coldness" in his stomach. He longed for a big piece of good meat or a big loaf of bread.
Fill it up enough.
It wasn't until he walked out of the door that the dwarf suddenly realized: "Where are Trish and the White brothers?"
"They went out on business." Moriarty smiled faintly and without saying much, walked towards a small restaurant on the corner of the street not far away. Then, the dwarf who had already smelled the aroma of the food quickly followed.
After entering the restaurant, Moriarty didn't even look at the menu. He just asked the waiter for a large portion of steak, sausages and dozens of breads. In addition, he was served two glasses of the lightest ale to go with the meal. And such a dish is obviously also
Guderian had a great appetite. The dwarf took a bite of steak, a bite of bread, and then swallowed a whole grilled sausage, eating heartily. If the wine fight last night made Guderian satisfy his alcohol addiction, then according to current information
Cheating the meat was a meat addiction that had satiated him for months.
Moriarty, on the other hand, sat aside and smiled. From time to time, he cut off a small piece of shiny sausage, rolled it into rough but extremely sweet black bread, and put it into his mouth, chewing it slowly. When he saw the ancient
Adrian was about to finish the steak, so he called the waiter to make up for a larger portion.
"Hey, you eat too." The silver-bearded dwarf glanced at the mage sheepishly and pushed the new plate of beef in front of Moriarty.
"Haha, I'm a mage, so naturally I can't eat as much as a warrior." Moriarty just smiled and returned the steak to Guderian's plate.
When the dwarves finally had enough to eat and drink, the waiter took the bill, but it was only food for four people. No wonder Guderian was frugal all the way. It seems that if he really wants to eat well every meal, Silver
The bearded dwarf has already gone bankrupt. But thinking about it, how to survive in the outside world should be an important part of the dwarf coming-of-age ceremony trial.
After finishing their meal, Guderian burped comfortably and followed Moriarty out of the restaurant. Next, the two of them had nothing to do and wandered around the business district of Ford Fortress.
Unexpectedly, the seemingly loyal silver-bearded dwarf is actually a hidden chatterbox. He kept talking as he walked. No matter what novel products he saw on the market, he would give advice and comments, and he was full of expert style. But as he spoke,
As he spoke, he would always "accidentally" get around to the set of magic equipment that the mage promised him. Every time he heard this, Moriarty would smile and solemnly promise to return to Bracada as soon as he finished his work.
The studio immediately began to take care of Guderian. After repeatedly receiving the mage's promise, the silver-bearded dwarf finally felt at ease.
Around evening, after having some simple meals, Moriarty and Guderian returned to Trish's house. However, at this time, the green-eyed girl and White still had not returned. Moriarty was not surprised by this.
Weird, after saying hello to the silver-bearded dwarf, he sat back on the sofa and started his meditation exercises. As for Guderian, he had nothing to do, but he had no intention of going out for a walk anymore, so he had to go to the corner of the room to find a dry cloth.
Tiao began to wipe his war hammer carefully.
When it was almost midnight, Trish finally returned home, accompanied by White. She saw that the silver-bearded dwarf was already sleeping soundly in a corner of the living room, while Moriarty was still sitting cross-legged on the sofa, meditating silently, with green eyes.
The girl just glanced at White shyly, then ran back to her room quietly and locked the door tightly.
"How about it, say goodbye?" Moriarty slowly opened his eyes, looked at his followers with a half-smile, and whispered.
"Eh...Okay." It seemed that he couldn't hide anything more, so White could only nodded with a blushing face.
"That's good." The mage looked at White, suddenly sighed softly, and then closed his eyes again.
"If Trish is willing, come back from Kent and bring her to Azurite City." After an unknown amount of time, Moriarty said again.
"This...she won't agree." White opened his eyes, looked at the dark ceiling, and listened quietly to his own heartbeat.
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Thanks to the two book friends "Huanyou" and "Yan Qilin" for their rewards.
